thoughts on a residency

Perhaps we could enter into a negotiation here

There is already so much art in the world that I felt the need to….
and there my pen ran out, and a statement is merely indented in the page
maybe you have to guess at its content.

I wrote that I wanted to remove something – but you have to make it first before you can get rid of it.
The nature of a practice, rather than proposing an “outcome” – what happens in the end – should there be one – is only another staging post along the way to an unknown destination – like “If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller”‘ it may throw you back to the beginning. Again again again.

There is no “truth” content here.
Art cannot give you that.

I am out to disturb.
I am willing dissent.
I am telling you the ‘object’ of art is a carrier, a bearer of your misperceptions.

Can one escape the will to categorise?

Christine Arnold

Christine Arnold, Walking Dreaming Thinking. A Book of Reflections (Liverpool, Bluecoat, 2010).