…no more cutting little bits of paper for a while \o/

You have no idea how happy this makes me.  All that I have done for the last month is cut little bits of paper and glue them into/onto other things.

 

*is very tired of it*

 

But!  The piece for the Writing Center was completed and sent off to the conference it was going to (and was, evidently, a roaring success! *SQUEE*) and my piece for the Smithsonian National Portrait Gallery’s Outwin Boochever Portrait Competition was submitted yesterday!

 

I dunno; I don’t think I’ll win (’cause that would be hubris and crazy-talk), but I’m really pleased with my piece. It’s somewhere between Duchamp, Joseph Cornell, and William Morris in terms of how it’s constructed and composed, but the idea behind it is connected to autobiographical theory, particularly Baudrillard, Judith Butler, and Sidonie Smith.

 

 


 

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Speaker for the Dead:  A Self-Portrait

2008

mixed-media/collage/assemblage

 

As an artist creating representative portraiture in a highly referential, (post) postmodern world that is heavily reliant upon referentiality and the interenet, I think of portraits as representational works meant to capture a person’s personality, their Self, yet, in attempting to capture this Self, the artist is also imposing their view upon the subject.

 

Self-portraits theoretically act the same way.

 

Yet, as we create ourselves, the only ways in which we can express these Selves is to use externalized elements:  words, images, colors, songs, etc.

 

When we create others, we do the same thing.

 

We Other them and, in doing so, we Other ourselves.

 

We can never see one another completely:  physically or mentally.  Even if you have a mirror to show the sides that you can’t see, these are just simulations.

 

A portrait is not different.

 

My piece works to straddle the lines between identity and portrait since a portrait is about an imposed identity.

 

So, that’s my entry.  Whatcha think?

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