The worst thing about failing is the fear of failing. The thought that three months, or maybe I could even say years, work will have been in vain. All of those hours spent thinking, writing, reading, reasoning, gluing, cutting, photographing, editing, discussing would have not tended up in a product. A thing which has a value and a meaning.
Being creative is an ever lasting roller-coaster of ups and downs (or perhaps that is just my life, with or without creativity). I left Maidstone last thursday feeling like I had worked out a solution, all of those hours had finally paid off and I had the resolution to my project. I was going to display the work in a way that felt meaningful to me and I felt that I was on my way to making the kind of work that I find interesting when visiting galleries. Images packed with a depth of history and I felt strongly that the work was relevant and that it could give me a voice. So what has changed in four days? Files have gone from digital form to printed form, dragged through a critique. Far from being useful it feels like the experience has thrown me of path back into the “resolving” phase which is very slippery and close to failing. Because what if you can't resolve it in time what if your final major piece isn't finished by the approaching deadline. And it is these kinds of fear that tempts me to giving up, because what is fun about fearing to fail? And the fear isn't made up, it is real and perhaps sprung out of my hight expectations.
So what was wrong?
The amount of images there were too many, too different, too varying and hard to read. Basically committing every crime in the photographers manual of doing something right. So a lot of work to do there.
Also, the framing that I had in mind was not right as another type of framing was suggested along with a trip to Tate modern to study framing (despite that I had been to a framing shop on Friday to look at framing options).
On top of this it seemed that the title I had in mind was too complex.
This was the feedback I received from the tutors in the crit and one might wonder why I care when I originally felt that I was on to a good solution with the work.
Art is personal and … So what. Get on with it!
Some ideas for titles that might create a narrative:
I wish I could visit you, but you are dead
I wish I hadn't given you the idea that you could rape me
I wish I had never left my home because now I can't find one
I wish I had a place that I could call home
I wish I could know everything there is to know in the whole world
I wish I was better at everything that I do
I wish that I could do all of those things I dreamt of doing
I wish that you would see me when I cry, but you never see my tears
I wish that you could hear me when I dream, but you never have time to listen
I wish that you were still my best friend
Why do I feel like my life is slipping through my fingers?
Into this space life will come