Sunday, 22 April 2012
It often feels like a diary, a reflective tool for myself, which is fine but then why would I show my diary to everyone willy nilly?! This whole process makes me feel more vulnerable than sitting in my studio with 40 people passing through daily.... and I can pretend to be whoever I like on the blog, I can photo shop, edit, re-invent, big-up, pretend.
There is also the confusion of how far to go - I intended this to be a professional information site, yet I find myself divulging personal thoughts, feelings, ideas. Perhaps this is because the work itself (oh yes, how could we forget the actual work itself....!) is me. And perhaps I am pretty blurry anyway. Professional and personal for an artist are surely blurred yet some artists remain detached from their public presentation. The work speaks for itself and the surrounding information merely that - information.
Which brings me to conclude that my discomfort with blogging perhaps lies in the fact that I feel less professional. In an attempt to follow the appropriate 'professional practice' guidelines (promote, promote, promote) I have in fact become less professional. Ha!
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