Theres a maxim

There’s a maxim that says to question everything. Which makes sense and yet is impossible. I can’t question everything I don’t have the time or mental capacity. Yet I do question a lot and it’s tiring. I do want some truth some safety. A small patch of ground to stand on. 

So much art made is ‘questioning’ and today I am irritated by it. It feels lazy, especially as so much questioning art doesn’t offer anything but the question - ‘great thanks more fundamental queries to add to my existential anxiety’.

So what? What am I asking for? Art that offers answers? I would be very mistrusting of that.

Honesty is that it? Am I back on wanting honest art when I’m not even sure I can do that myself?

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I talked with a good friend and told them about the MA course, about the Blog. They are a creative practitioner and immediately ‘got it’ - thought it was a great idea, understanding the benefits and value to creative reflection… and then we came to discuss honesty.

/// If the blog is really to be of value then it needs to be honest, not performative.

When I write this blog, am I writing openly and honestly? Or am I trying to impress people?

It’s bad enough to give myself away in my artwork - am I now I’m gonna confess all my weird shit in words too?

It makes me realise how much I hold back>>> everyday. 

/// In fact how authentic am I? When I am at work, when I am out - who am I? It’s an unnerving thought that I might perform - more than I am actually myself.

///Currently reading:::
This blog and my presentation repeatedly - if I’m honest

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