Work… this is work. This is hard work. Talking about work is work. Thinking is work. Words are work. Words are things, shapes. It’s hard to compose them, to put them in any kind of order. Words don’t add up. Numbers add up! Things are everywhere. Everything is something, everything has...
I can really relate to the words of Martin Creed, the impact of his work on mine is that it gives my work a place. The mundane , the overlooked and time is something that I am very interested in but have only recently learnt to channel successfully through a body of work. Researching Martin Creed and the work of artists such as Friedl Kubelka has helped me understand aspects of my work that I could not explain through words. I have always found expressing my work through words very very difficult and at times extremely demanding and tough. I feel that studying the work of Creed and attending statement writing workshops I have arrived at a point where I have learnt that honesty and being clear is a way that works for me. Stripping the work down to its bones and then building from there is the way in which I feel most comfortable to work.
