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Saturday, 16 May 2009

Exhibition opening night

So there are some things I like and some things I dislike about the work. I do like the plinth being a little too big because it makes the work appear even smaller. I like the fact that I haven't added more because I don't want it to look like a cosmetic counter in any way (unlike Janine Antoni Lipslick).

I don't like the label, I wanted it bigger and longer but had an accident with a guillotine. Also I should have labelled it "Sugar, Lard and Plastic Lid" possibly? I have not referred to the lid in the title and it maybe looks like an afterthought although it wasn't.

Overall, I quite like it. People have touched it (I'm so anal I can tell). I don't really mind that my beautiful wee peak of lard has changed, I quite like the fact that it drew someone in enough to touch.

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

My lovely plinth

It has taken 2 whole days to track down my lovely plinth. It isn't perfect, but it is lovely.

Karla Black Article

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Monday, 11 May 2009

Immanuel Kant

I was quite enjoying reading 'Observations on the Feeling of the Beautiful and the Sublime' until I read this....

"The fair sex has just as much understanding as the male, but it is a beautiful understanding, whereas ours should be a deep understanding, an expression that signifies identity with the sublime......Deep meditation and a long-sustained reflection are noble but difficult, and do not well befit a person in whom unconstrained charms should show nothing else than a beautiful nature. Laborious learning or painful pondering, even if a woman should greatly succeed in it, destroy the merits that are proper to her sex, and because of their rarity they can make of her an object of cold admiration; but at the same time they will weaken the charms with which she exercises her power over the other sex. A woman who has a head full of Greek, like Mme Dacier.......might as well even have a beard...." (p78)

These words were uttered about 300 years ago by "a little man, stooped and stunted by a deformity from birth. He is a bachelor and is not known ever to have had a love affair. He shuns any intimacy with women".

It's still kinda put me off the book.