During summer, I filled two sketchbooks with an array of ridiculous things, some disgusting and immature, some vaguely sweet, and some from friends. I feel much more attached to and inspired by this work than a lot of my other work. I had banned myself from gallery visits, having completely overdone that whole business during my foundation course. I feel like this gave me a chance to let my own interests and passions speak louder, so these two books are a very clear and honest indication of what inspires me. I think I am going to expand this body of work, and from that I will draw connections to other work. I will avoid overloading myself with research and letting the research dictate what I do. I plan to make every effort to keep the sense of freedom that I felt in creating my silly, crayon-filled books.
Essentially:
- I need to find my own interests, THEN research things (as opposed to picking the most interesting parts out of a huge mass of research)
- avoiding attempts to be skillful or intelligent helps me to realise what I am actually, honestly interested in (and this should be the starting point; the other things can come back in afterwards)
- feeling free when I create work is important
- I would like my work to be as honest and genuine as a maths student's doodle of a penis
