Definitions. Tags. Boxes. Categories. We exist in a world obsessed with labels and compartmentalisation, whether in the way we define (or like to be defined) ourselves, the way we define our cultures for example, and in particular the way we like to define ‘what’ we are. The ‘who’ and the ‘what’, in my opinion, have become entangled as one entity and somehow we have become lost in a murky pool of indistinct classification.
Archive for January, 2012
My Eternal Love Affair with Marc Chagall
I remember with acute clarity my first week at art school. The attack on the senses from the wealth of eclectic smells that emanated from the print rooms, the fine art studios, the Victorian oak clad library, the decrepit coffee machine perched precariously on the sloping floor of the refectory. I remember scanning the faces of the strangers around me, soaking in each expression and wondering whether I could find kinship and affinity within their number, but most of all, I remember with painful lucency the realisation of how little I knew about art.
Crayons Felt Tips Islands and a Rocket Ship
So here we are, well at this precise moment, just me, my first foray into the murky and vast waters of the “blogo-sphere”, waters relatively unfamiliar but none the less seemingly rather inviting. Where to start then? Well, art of course. THE subject closest to my heart yet rarely discuss, the very essence of my being yet the topic I so infrequently share with others.
