Playing with text
As we revisit memories they degrade and change and become confused. The time and place one is in now will flavor that memory. This was an exercise of writing “memory” over and over in different handwriting styles which each evoked different times and places for me. Gradually the meaning of the text itself is lost.
I seem to have become a text artist, at least in part. Today’s offering is me playing. I need to play more. A lot of amazing work can come out of it.
I took a fantastic class last semester entitled Tex(tile). It dealt with Semiotics, fiber art, fashion, symbols as text, text in art and fashion, metaphor in fiber techniques and materials… it was fabulous and right up my alley.
This semester I’ve got a text art class “This is a mirror, you are a written sentence” (after the text art piece by Luis Camniter) exploring text in art both in the studio and in reading. I am also taking my first proper printmaking class at the graduate level. It made sense since I’m interested in the reproduced, evolving, reinterpreted image/text and the craft/art/high tech juxtopositions. Printmaking was high tech and is now almost craft as a medium (in the sense that these things can be automated, but we do them this way for a certain human texture, process, pride in work, quality, etc.). The results of any process can be art, medium has nothing to do with it. Printmaking also has a history of text mixing with image.
I’m going to continue on my large scale projects, but I’m going to make a point of playing with smaller scale ones. Also of doing some painting and drawing more often. One thin I’m looking forward to about printmaking is that it combines drawing and sculpture so neatly. If you paint multiple colors/washes onto a plate you even get an element of painting too.