Sometimes (most of the times) we take images that we think are gold. And even more often they are terrible.
The advantage of using film is that it gives you distance from the images you create. I wait weeks, months and even years to develop rolls of film. Some of that is laziness, and some of that is intentional. While that time is passing, my mind is moving farther away from the events, mindset, and initial concept that led me to the decision to pull the trigger. The passing of time allows me to formulate a more critical opinion of my work and ultimately decide the validity of the work in regards to my initial purpose for it.
With that framework in mind, I tend to find great pleasure in critiquing the terrible images I have taken. Not out of focus or over/under exposed images, but the ones that missed the mark. Recently I have been pixilating, un focusing, and cutting up these images to attempt to find the formal elements that forced me to take the photograph in the first place. The process is slow, taxing, but ultimately fun and informative.
The saying “You learn more from your mistakes…” (whatever, you get it) applies here. Explore the failures in your art practice to better inform your future endeavors .
I fucking love Jeff Koons, I really do.
I also really fucking love when people manifest their hatred in super awesome ways.
Remember when that lady punched and rubbed her butt on a painting at the Clyfford Still Museum? That was super lame, premeditated gallery vandalism is where its at.
I thank the Whitney Museum for creating this excellent opportunity for all the “critics” and “semi informed art lovers (my fave)” to have a common enemy artist to aim their blogz at, not that I am much better…
Lets face it, despite what you think of the shiny art mogul, he is an artist. You may despise or worship him which only adds to his clout. Polarizing art is the best art. If everyone though he was the bees knees then no one would care. I feel like this creative backlash to his retrospective creates a depth that a museum full of shiny metal inflatable sculptures and massive paintings of J Money and his former porn star wife banging (i packed up one of those for the exhibit, it was super gross), desperately needed.
I mean look at this! Way more interesting than a white wall.
Enough grandstanding. He is in the history books now, so let us all cease the koonz bashing and start going after other factory artist types (kapoor anyone? Life size incredible hulks are way cooler than chrome bowls).