Reflecting on Reflections
What else would a reluctant reflector do but reflect? Reluctantly.
This is a picture of me reflecting in the middle of a Richard Serra sculpture. Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of reflection of this sort. Gazing in awed wonder at something incredible and thinking thoughts is marvellous. I just don’t like being TOLD to reflect and I can never remember the good stuff. I’m an ‘in the moment’ kind of reflector.
But needs must when the devil drives and as part of my course requirement I have to bear my inner artist soul on actual paper and I must find it cathartic and fulfilling and vow to do it every day for the rest of my life. Or I can find a middle road and make this an interesting experience for you, dear reader, and a less painful, possibly even useful one for me.
On these pages I will be living out the final term of a Foundation Diploma in Fine Art. Hopefully it will be turbulent and dramatic and painful and funny and at the end of it all in April we’ll need a bit of a lie down but it will be worth it because we will have experienced the creation of a thing from initial concept to final piece, with some interesting work to look at in-between.
I don’t yet know what that thing is. Part of the joy of the process is letting that all unfold. I don’t know how I’m going to make it. I don’t even know in any great detail what it’s all about. So you’re really getting in on the ground floor here.
So, strap yourself in, snag a bottle of wine and some crisps and I’ll make the reading worth your while.
