Lucy found a wonderful old art book at the dump and gave it to me as a Christmas gift last year. It was the most precious gift! The title was something like "The Line in Art". I don't have the book handy but will not the title and publication date another time. What I love about it is the pretentiousness with which the author talks about "primitive" art. So much that is written about art is so ridiculous. Here is an example:
"Here one may live in the realm of security and warmth -- or in a horrible and fearsome loneliness. This secret world of the mind is experienced inwardly it erupts as a volcano of emotions, intuitions, sensibilities, and inarticulate yearnings (for what does it strive -- the security of early man's affinity with nature and the universe?). All this transpires uniquely by each individual. Although deeply silent to the outside, in substrata currents which run deep below the surface of the verbally articulate, and can be "seen" and shared only when brought to the surface in a language such as this."
That is the text which I used for this collage. What interests me is the process of making work, and specifically the process of this project. The blah, blah, blah of this kind of art criticism makes me laugh and annoys me at the same time. Stop talking! Just do it! -- Lola
from page 229-230 of original text
collage, acrylic paint