This is gonna look like I’ve lost my mind….But then I guess when art is being it’s least performative - perhaps it’s being most honest and has greater potential for insight. Or to at least move towards something genuine.
There is simple pleasure for me in removing some of the bark, ‘stripping’ to raw wood. I’d like to do it almost surgically. However I also enjoy the rhythm of the cut marks across the surface. A rhythm that feels located in the familiar. I’d like to have multiples but worry about time and is it worth it for the work. Is this my work? I keep looking for clues from myself.
I’ve been listening to various of talks on Derrida, Mark Fisher, Marx, Julia Kristeava. Presence and performance and Image. . I don’t know that I can surmise it all just yet. But something akin to - Presence in crisis, the lack of location and reference - a digital malaise or palsy.