The Modern Day Artist Refuses To Die
The Modern Day Artist Refuses To Die
In his liner notes for The Mothers of Invention’s masterpiece “Freak Out!“, Frank Zappa quoted Edgar Varese‘s famous statement that “The modern day artist refuses to die.” In my case, the intent to die into my work has only resurrected me through it. The artist may die or not; their ego persists regardless. Self-indulgent? Yep. No point having a “self” you can’t indulge.
Growing out of itself, the diversfiying of processes involved in creating these images asks me one question more than any other: “Do we make you an artist?” It’s a ridiculous and paradoxical question; I’ve always been an artist. The function that is the app, software, slick operation, asks this question archly. Nonceptualism, which I have innovated in a manifesto, has as one of its central tenets, “Art and artist are voided.”
I’ve set myself a trap and walked right into it. In the process of effacing and erasing myself through the work, I’ve stubbornly insisted on reappearance.
“Buried The Lightworkers”
“Buried The Lightworkers”: The title came from a cutup of ‘The Worldless’, a stream of consciousness writing I did about ten years ago, just one more phrase at drift in hundreds of words freed from order.
A piece of writing of mine from the Year 2000, “The Benefactor”, claims, “The alien is anywhere and everywhere except outside of us.” Art in the artist is just this same “alien”; seeming to be inherent but in fact implanted, a “visitor”, feeding not on but in and into its host. Appearing, in ego and mind, to be the product of this idea of a person I am, but only an ineluctable presence without provenance or source.
Bob Dylan: I don’t know how I got to write those songs.
Ed Bradley: What do you mean, you don’t know how?
Bob Dylan: All those early songs were almost magically written. Ah… “Darkness at the break of noon, shadows even the silver spoon, a handmade blade, the child’s balloon…” Well, try to sit down and write something like that.
Speaking of geniuses, Brian Eno’s ‘The Ship‘ includes a track, “Fickle Sun (III) The Hour Is Thin”. It concludes with the cutup line, The universe is required. Please notify the sun,” a phrase I find captivating. In a way, humbly, that line encapsulates and evokes the art and artist inside my fast, furyless production line.
“Contrary to general belief, an artist is never ahead of his time but most people are far behind theirs.”
– Edgar Varese
Above and below see what I am calling “abstract nonceptualism”, so ironic a proposition that I love it. Cutting up my legacy mystical text ‘The Worldless’ has provided wonderful titles, not least “Buried The Lightworkers“. Gone are the slogans and hashtags. The message now is, This *is* art!
The image above, “Parallel Child”, processed by excessive use of filters in 8bit Photo Lab, then reduced down to radical abstraction, has that rightness about it that compels. If this is a “child”, what kind of child? An insect? A chimera? A freak? An “unbeing”, an aberration loved by something, somewhere, in a fantasy world far away. A black and white world. No “Greys“.
An intimation – vision? – of alien nature: Just appearing, closed circuits for hands. Nothing to be done, doesn’t need to eat. Beautiful sensation, not dead or alive. Foundation stage of existence. Not obligated to love anybody. A being like an insect. No buildings. Nourishment, not food…Do you understand the nature of my dream?
Jeremy Gluck primarily focuses on capturing a snapshot of human consciousness through the utilisation of digital meme.He seeks to explore the traditional hierarchy of how art is perceived. His most recent work reflects the powerful dichotomy,which exists between the narcissism of the digital age and the need for a stark commentary on the post-millennial landscape.Through the utilisation of a raw typography and a monochromatic palette, Gluck invites the audience to consume less and engage more, therefore negating the idea of art having a literal presence.