So recently i was having a conversation where as an artist i was asked to talk about my work.. It was a conversation in a pub so the conventions of talking about influences and judgement would have seemed a little out of place. Instead i created a small monologue about how my artwork predates its viewers into loving it if they want to or not. Below is what i remember of that monologue. "Im sure you will like my art.. most people do.. It will probably take it slow.. like you will notice it from across the room.. and some how you wont be able to get it out of your head.. its coloures playing in the remembered parts of your brain.. the you will look again.. like the art slut that you know you are .. this is when you will take note of its forms.. and bigness.. its arrogant bigness.. of corce you will be drawn to it.. how could you resist.. no one could blame you.. its just to wonderful not to.. your lip will start to quiver as you start to recognize forms words textures and it will seem a little too much.. you you will look away.. but onley for a second as the longing to explore the work some more will have taken hold of your sole.. as you look deeper into it you will start to make lins between the pictures textures and words and create narratives.. like the artwork is making naughty talk just for you.. and it is just for you.. as you are the only one standing in front of the artwork at that time.. knoticeing that you have perhaps ventured too close to the work you will of corce want to pull back .. thats just what the artwork wants.. it knows it has you under its spell.. you will come back.. its elegant and understated framing is just right .. you cannot fight your natural urges to love the work.. and thats when you will make your desishion to buy the artwork..onley then can you be alone with it.. onley then will it feel right"



