Okay... so this is how it starts – just sitting on your laptop on a Wednesday afternoon listening, not coincidently to the soundtrack of Beginners – this is how a blog begins.
I have been meaning to do this for sometime (and when I casually say 'sometime' I mean something like a year) but I have never got there largely because this post – the first post – has always stopped me. It is an inherently self conscious, uncomfortable thing to start, particularly when you are not entirely certain of what you are starting. I think I had hoped that I could somehow skip to the middle where there would be less scrutiny over what is actually there but after a year of wishing it were so it is still no closer and so I yield to the blankness and begin.
While will primarily be a catalogue of my thoughts and experiments relating to my art practice I feel this needs to be contextualised by two rather important things:
Firstly I have just entered my second year of my practice led PhD which of course reflects my initial aims perfectly (and I hope this exercise will feed into my ongoing research and provide clarity to my thoughts and inner struggles). But it should be acknowledge that this is a unique system of inquiry that lend itself to certain doubts and musings that will inevitably colour everything written hereafter. This long, beautifully frustrating experience requires a certain sense of resolve that the process itself constantly tests and I know, from the outset that there will be some venting here in order to make it through. For that I apologise in advance.
Secondly I have recently moved to Brooklyn, New York. It is statement that I am still repeating to myself several times a day as if in its very repetition I ensure that it remains true. And Oh! How I love it here... I'm like a character in a Woody Allen film (back when they were good) who is totally smitten with the city itself. While this has nothing to do with the large portion of posts that will follow you may need to excuse the occasional New York moment... It's bound to happen as I think my way through the city I now call home and may explain some of my wacky obsession with units of measure (although it may not do this at all).
I will try to keep these influences, particularly the second, to a bare minimum but as they so obviously shift my current perspective it would be ill advised not to mention them up front. It was these two factors were also prompted me to finally start writing this strange love letter to the ether and myself – and should therefore be given the requisite accreditation / blame for everything that follows.
I will leave the initial explanation of my research to another post but I promise dear Internet void that it will be coming soon. The first post is always the hardest.