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Buy an invisible person for Halloween!

Have an invisible man, woman or dog for Halloween! 
Available in small, medium, and large but takes up no room. Very quiet, shy invisible individuals too, you won't hear a peep out of them. This artist needs to make an honest buck!

Go to Ebay

Or be an disabled person under this current government - invisible surrounded by Tory ghouls and vampires.

Posted by Dolly Sen, 28 October 2014

Last modified by Dolly Sen, 28 October 2014

doggy creativity and the tyranny of humanism in art

I have sent Dolly to human training classes because, boy, does she need them. She is hard to train, that one.

I don’t know if you know, but I am an artist too, primarily a sculptor. You can see some of my work on previous DAO blogs.

I am a bit of a recluse in the art world, and don’t do many interviews or blogs, but I did promise writing something about the doggy creativity and the tyranny of humanism in art.

Every major movement and innovation in art has been stolen from dog artists.

Everyone talks about the palette of Rembrant, but few people know they are the colours of dog food and he stole the idea from his dog.

Likewise, Mona Lisa’s enigmatic smile was brought about by a performance dog artist licking her feet. And the Scream came about because a naughty doggie was biting his bollocks.

Mr Warhol stole the Campbell Soup idea from Doggard Woofhol who used dog food cans.

I forayed into the human art world only once, when I painted human bottoms you could sniff. Nobody was interested. They turned their noses up at it instead using their noses to wake and smell humanity.

I could write more but Dolly is back from class. Apparently she has been expelled permanently. I better go and rub her belly.

 

Posted by Dolly Sen, 25 October 2014

Last modified by Colin Hambrook, 27 October 2014

Mad Genius?

Thanks to Colin Hambrook, I was  asked to be part of a panel discussion on the concept of the Mad Genius at the Basement in Brighton on October 8th.

The blurb of the event posted: 'The recent death of Robin Williams has strengthened the associations of creativity and mental illness but is the image of the troubled genius useful, and is there any truth in it? Is the image of the troubled genius an unhelpful, inaccurate cliché, or actually a way of re-evaluating the diversity of mental perspectives embodied by artists and those experiencing challenging or unusual mental conditions?' Marc Steene, Dr Rob Poole, Colin Hambrook and David Woods were the others on the panel.

It was unanimously agreed that the 'mad genius' label is dangerous, and the three reasons that kept coming up was the fetishisation of the mad, the pedestal the person will be put on, and how it still makes the person 'the other'.

I agree with all that but my position remains ambivalent. To me, it is a seductive label and all the arguments against it just pushed me on the swing but not off it. The fetishisation of the mad goes beyond the geniuses.

The 'mad' apparently don't own their minds or their identities. It is an alienating label but maybe some of us want to be alienated, and not assimilated, and we can customise our pedestals with stairlifts and glitter. If I was accepted by society, I would look to see what part of my soul was lacking.

My psychosis can go but the world will still make me mad. Mad genius is a seductive label because what do you put in the gaps on your CV? Being mad means your identity is dragged backward through shit and sunshine. Adding on genius elevates that humiliated identity. 

It was interesting the debate centred around that it wasn't a good label or identity, but I did pose a question no one seemed to answer: what's the alternative, if you dropped 'mad' and didn't fit into 'sane', what the fuck do you do with your mind, life, identity and work pension? 

I am no genius, but I am definitely mad. I pose a question to my readers: what do you call a person who wants to put reality over her knees and smack his naughty arse? 

Until I get an answer, I will continue to screw lightbulbs into the sky. 

Posted by Dolly Sen, 12 October 2014

Last modified by Colin Hambrook, 12 October 2014