yep, senior studio-cramming or cramming # 77

December 7, still Zero Nine, she is sitting here in the library trying to elevate her otherwise shitty artpractice into a superior one. she looks out @ the bridge, the ever-present bridge, obviously no engineer would work like her, there have to be concrete blueprints, meticulously calibrated designs waiting to be forced into the physical realm, that is how form will ultimately follow function. She ponders, so that is how her artistic practice is different from, well, let's call it "the real world".
She tries to make sense of these four months, which were basically plagued by constant envisioning and revisions of that kind of tentative "sketch, proposal", the artwork got lost in the process, the process somehow became the artwork. There were texts written, drawings done, there were photos taken, animations uploaded. the only thing constant was the "being in flux". This is not how artists should work or is it? There has to be a manifestation of thoughts, of ideas and it is utterly debatable if a blog is documentation enough, is physical manifestation enough. She ponders if this blog is the final artwork, situated firmly somewhere in cyberspace, not traditional enough, not modern enough. a sketch , sketches , somewhere in the clouds. ( SHE IS REFERRING TO THE TERM CLOUDSPACE WHICH IS LOOSELY USED as a synonym for cyberspace). In the last crit for her project she tried to explain that using you tube, blogger and the like is as potent a manifestation of an art work as any, be it a text, a film, an image. Obviously it can be seen anywhere in the world, it does not need a physical galleryspace, there is no exchange of money as there is in renting a piece of real estate and putting a sculpture therein, though, obviously we could debate the notion of "stolen land" ad nauseum. She ponders if she throws way too many ideas into the pot here and if that is what she is vying for here. anyhow, she will upload her animations onto this blog, in order to document them, in order to situate their image, their images into a slightly-fixed space, to give them a final resting place, to quote one of her profs.