When I write or rewrite my artist statement, I find it is easy to get caught up in some big idea about why I create art. A lot of artist statements sound like the artist thinks he some kind of genius. How their act of creation makes the world a better place. A common statement is that their art will cause people to see things differently. I have been guilty of implying that my paintings could bring someone closer to Spirit. Or reconnect them with their Soul.
All of which makes me sound a bit of a wanker. ( a rude Australian term that means an egotistical jerk)
Happily I had an epiphany about the whole thing this morning.
The truth is, I create art to enter another reality. The reality of magic where everything is possible. The one where I can fly, anything can happen, the grass could be blue and the sky yellow. The reality of dreams and infinite meaning, intensity and depth.
The truth is, in spite of some really embarrassing artist statements that I have written, I create art for self-indulgent reasons.
It is only later that I hope it will give something to other people.
And only much later, when I have to write an artist statement, that I am stupid enough to try and define what that would be.