I am still looking for a way to explain this in a logical way,
not because it has no meaning,
but because it means a lot of things; it is a matter of working out how to verbalize it.
Maybe that is what art is for me, a means of language when language fails me. It is like what I was speaking about with Ludwig Wittgenstein's theory of language and how language is a bridge of perception, an external manifestation of an inner experience that allows someone to relate. There are words to it, there is something going on.
There is a 'something'.
It's about something more, wider than a thing.
It's a means out of a cave, the individual. A closed off space. Perception.
I have so much I want to say. Too damn much. It'll come to me, eventually. Until then here's some art.
There was a process of my previous art installation (my initial piece of work, which I would post about soon) ended up becoming this. It was a dissatisfaction. It was a journey. The other maybe more idealistic, this more raw and real. It is not beautiful. Not a solid piece of anything that I can have set up in the Tate, but that doesn't matter to me. It is raw and real.
The circle covered in reflective material.
I then took off the reflective material. I wanted the raw cardboard back.
And like that../
I am happy again.
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