A brief note for those who like to read such things:
This statement of Beckett’s is so often quoted as to become tiresome but it’s so often quoted because it’s true:
“All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
That said, the function of this Tumblr is not to post immaculate images of completed work (which often mask the difficulty of it’s execution) but to show the fits and starts and failures that constitute my own (and pretty much any) studio practice. I’m certainly not the first to say that the work of artwork really exists in this invigorating and frustrating process.
End of brief note. Thanks for reading.
And, this is another idea of Agnes Martin’s that I told my daughter. When you make something, it’s “in the direction” of your work. You can be absolutely enamored and enthusiastic and transformed by one of these things that you make. But all of that is actually a mentality that sees that it as a finality, as an end thing. And it’s not by nature an end thing. It’s a “in the direction to something,” which is the end.
Suzan Frecon.
Resorting to past pictures doesn’t in the least mean copying or redundancy, but the slow evolving, refining, and deepening of a fundamental pictorial thought that is always in flux.