American fabric sculptor/performance artist Nick Cave parties with decor and the domestic to create his Soundsuits.
I'm fairly new at this. Not the writing part; I've been doing that for quite a while. It's this big scary exploration also known as Developing an Art Practice. Your hands might be busy but you spend a good deal of your mental energy wondering if you're not wasting your time (and money), if you've got any ability at all to innovate, to create, or even to endure all the self-doubts and circular thinking. Some days it hits like paralysis. A friend calls it being "on strike."
I've checked with some established artists and they say that it doesn't get easier. In fact, it often gets harder. How do you filter out the clutter of opinions and stay focused? How do you re-energize and rejuvenate? Do you stay on this path, or take it in a new direction? How do you — and why should you — stay true to your art form?
Sorry I asked.
Then something miraculous happens. Last week it was in the form of the Nick Cave exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum.
Here visitors are confronted with multiple galleries devoted to the hyper-coloured wearable assemblages of glittery appliques, grannie squares, day-glo faux fur, crocheted potholders, fake flowers, porcelain birds, beat-up toy tops and other improbable materials that form Cave's fantastic gaudy Soundsuits. They're like mardi gras costumes created by tea grannies on acid. The mash-up of culture-laden doilies and buttons, rhinestones, shaggy polkadots, braided rugs, beads, twigs and baskets were made even more joyful in the accompanying nightclub-ready videos on four massive screens devoted to the Soundsuits in hyper- and slow-mo action.
Cave is clearly committed to his process. Surely someone along the way must have said these Soundscapes would never sell, that spending his days combing thrift stores for crocheted afghans was a waste of time and stockpiling floral hooked rugs and embroidered cushion covers was just hoarding.
What did I learn? It's time to stop apologizing and get back to work.
Check it...
I've checked with some established artists and they say that it doesn't get easier. In fact, it often gets harder. How do you filter out the clutter of opinions and stay focused? How do you re-energize and rejuvenate? Do you stay on this path, or take it in a new direction? How do you — and why should you — stay true to your art form?
Sorry I asked.
Then something miraculous happens. Last week it was in the form of the Nick Cave exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum.
Here visitors are confronted with multiple galleries devoted to the hyper-coloured wearable assemblages of glittery appliques, grannie squares, day-glo faux fur, crocheted potholders, fake flowers, porcelain birds, beat-up toy tops and other improbable materials that form Cave's fantastic gaudy Soundsuits. They're like mardi gras costumes created by tea grannies on acid. The mash-up of culture-laden doilies and buttons, rhinestones, shaggy polkadots, braided rugs, beads, twigs and baskets were made even more joyful in the accompanying nightclub-ready videos on four massive screens devoted to the Soundsuits in hyper- and slow-mo action.
Cave is clearly committed to his process. Surely someone along the way must have said these Soundscapes would never sell, that spending his days combing thrift stores for crocheted afghans was a waste of time and stockpiling floral hooked rugs and embroidered cushion covers was just hoarding.
What did I learn? It's time to stop apologizing and get back to work.
Check it...
