Not thinking art

I’ve been listening to Whitney Houston for the past 2 days. She’s been putting me in such a nostalgic moody place. Going back to her music was largely caused by my birthday which passed recently (no I’m not telling you exactly when it was but if you know, you’re a real one <3). The passing of age usually doesn’t hit me, but this year it really did. What I’ve done and haven’t done suddenly became too real. And now well… there’s no other way of moving than forward.

I think I’m starting to understand art. 

How an artist can go about making work, what choices and why, the process, etc. E.g. Whitney’s musical timing is freaking beautiful, her pauses, her pitch, up and down and when (without mentioning her amazing voice). 

At the same time, I also am worried about falling into the pretentious side of art. The deep analytical one that wants to find an explanation or reason for everything. One that expects a certain language, a way of doing things, all informed by western ways of doing.

What if I made something that doesn’t have a “reason”. I’m not saying a reason isn’t there, but what if I didn’t spend a million years unpacking and justifying it not to myself, but those who consume Art. Notice the capital ‘A’. 

Hm… I guess I've gotten used to justifying what I make and why. 

Sigh…

What would it be like if I went back to creating things without a reason. What if I just played? What if I just made something pretty and there’s nothing to it more than being pretty. 

I’d put sparkles in it. I love sparkles. Some type of wind movement? I notice I do that a lot in the things I already do make.

Iunno, I just don’t want to think too hard. And let my body take me where it needs to go, making the art work I want to make. Hey, did I ever mention that even though I make digital media art, I’m still guided by my body?

Embodied media practice?

I feel like i should do a workshop around that. It would be so freaking fun. 

Would you take a workshop like that?