I was asked by Creative Futures to guest speak at a blogging workshop run by our very own Colin Hambrook. I don't claim to be a blogging expert, but I enjoy it and have learned over the years its power and its lessons. I am glad I was asked because it made me think about my process, and why I like it so much. I distilled most of what I discovered about blogging into a powerpoint presentation. I think it is self explanatory. Except for maybe the pic of Lux, my dog. I try to slip my muse into everything, and have managed to slip her into every powerpoint I have done in the last few years, see my subversive powerpoint, as an example. Although when I am teaching psychiatrists, they see it as a symptom of my madness, I see them not getting it as a symptom of theirs. I do hope when lux does a powerpoint, she slips in a photo of me!
Note from Lux the dog: I do plan to do a powerpoint on doggy creativity and the tyranny of humanism in art. I might slip in a photo of Dolly, it depends.
I don't know if many people know this but I share a house with a fellow artist. Her real name is Lucky, but her artist name is Lux. I have profiled her work previously on DAO.
To celebrate her birthday today, she created her latest masterpiece, called Basketcase. I think it is her most profound work to date.
I interupted her discussion with me as to why dogs have elbows in their legs, to ask her about her art.
DOLLY: Tell us about your latest work 'Basketcase'.
LUX: It is a statement about modern life, an anti-materialistic stance, basically saying: the more toys you collect, the bigger the basketcase you are.
DOLLY: That's quite powerful. But you know I am a mad person and take offence to the fact you are using the term 'basketcase' in a derogatory way.
LUX: Relax, I am just a dog.
DOLLY: So tell us what your work is, in a general sense.
LUX: My work explores the relationship between the Military-Industrial Complex and copycat violence.
With influences as diverse as Rousseau and Francis Bacon, new combinations are crafted from both explicit and implicit textures.
Ever since I was a puppy I have been fascinated by the endless oscillation of the universe. What starts out as undefined soon becomes corrupted into a hegemony of lust, leaving only a sense of undefined and the unlikelihood of a new synthesis.
As wavering replicas become transformed through undefined and critical practice, the viewer is left with a new agenda of the inaccuracies of our existence.