Sometimes I have difficulty explaining my thought process in terms of the work I am making. I think there is a common misconception of playful or lighthearted art that it requires less thought than work that deals with more serious topics, such as politics, for example, or that it is somehow less important. This view bothers me, yet I do struggle to defend my work when questioned due to my own flustered awkwardness – not because of a lack of belief in what I am doing.
The best way, I have found, to respond when someone asks me “why do you make your work?”, is “I don’t know, why does anyone do anything?” and then half-heartedly laugh it off to avoid actually explaining. Such a large portion of life dedicated to rationality, there is so little time for exploring the illogical or ridiculous. Art is the place to delve into these areas, with no pressures to be sensible or reasonable, or even to be interesting. Without the freedom to venture into the playful and happy zone that art allows for, my mind would undoubtedly be consumed with the sadness that life forces upon everyone. No-one wants to hear that though, when asking in passing what you’re up to.
I also think that the question “why does anyone do anything?”, is a pretty good explanation for my artistic process. There is a constant debate going on as to whether or not art can actually change anything in terms of social affairs and the world that extends past the wingspan of the art sphere. Realistically, at the level we are at right now at least, what we make will not change anything out-with close proximity to ourselves and so the driving factor for doing what we do is personal happiness. So the question “why does anyone do anything?” would always draw similar (if not the same) answers regardless of who you speak to.
To say I am ‘having a wee joke’ through my art should not be seen as trivialising it. Playfulness should not be mistaken for a lack of care, and humour should not been taken as a lack of seriousness. Fannying around is the highest form of fine art. (I’m joking – who really cares what the highest form of fine art is)