Anodyne
Friday, March 14, 2008
 

A lightly rainy Friday, showers rolling in from the west. Just enough moisture to slick up the streets and sidewalks. Traces of pink in among the green buds of the little tree outside the front door. A pretty good tuft of grass growing up around the trunk's base, an Albrecht Durer lookalike just waiting for recognition.

Q: (in the car the other day, heading east on Highway One, past Ikea, past the driving range's huge containment nets, pregnant with sunlight and thunderheads): So: the point of your art is to make stuff that's reminiscent of other art? A string of quotations?

A: No, the point is to bring the kind of focused attention that you bring to gallery art to the world the gallery is part of. To not reflexively prejudge things as unworthy of signification.

Q: So you're describing a process akin to Cage's description of 4.33. Everyone describes that piece's incidental rustlings as "music." Cage sees it differently. He describes the work as a structure that makes the perception of those incidentals possible. Not a "piece," but a process. A practice. A continuous discipline.

A: Yes, exactly.


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