When I was an undergrad in NC I was often criticized by me professors for seemingly slapping shit together at the last minute. They demanded to judge the work not on its formal merits alone but by the amount of time it took to make. I have a hard time understanding this mentality: How does time have anything to do with quality. In any other field proficiency is lauded as a great quality ( I am in no way claiming to be proficient ) the doctor who can perform a task in less time, the checker at the grocery who checks faster are all rewarded with praise. But ART for some fucking reason should be as miserably long a process as one can make it.
To answer the question " How long did that take?" I began to dissect my process of making. My first realization was that the finished pieces often took little or no time to assemble it was the acquiring, sorting, qualifying, modifying and general fucking around with the individual objects which make up finished piece that took the most time. I have spent thousands of hours in the last few years picking up garbage, compulsively going to thrift stores, organizing scraps of wood, collecting and classifying objects and it is this that constitutes my commitment to my art. The moment when it all just falls into place is the reward I strive for through my compulsion to collect.
My second realization was that I have been collecting and classifying objects my whole life. So to you people out there who can't understand and must qualify all things by the time it takes to make them I answer your question
"How long did that take"
It took my whole fucking life
To answer the question " How long did that take?" I began to dissect my process of making. My first realization was that the finished pieces often took little or no time to assemble it was the acquiring, sorting, qualifying, modifying and general fucking around with the individual objects which make up finished piece that took the most time. I have spent thousands of hours in the last few years picking up garbage, compulsively going to thrift stores, organizing scraps of wood, collecting and classifying objects and it is this that constitutes my commitment to my art. The moment when it all just falls into place is the reward I strive for through my compulsion to collect.
My second realization was that I have been collecting and classifying objects my whole life. So to you people out there who can't understand and must qualify all things by the time it takes to make them I answer your question
"How long did that take"
It took my whole fucking life
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