On the Wild Side Check this one out. Boo Ritson is an artist who takes real people, covers their faces, hair and clothes in a thick impasto of wet paint (as above) and then discusses the results in a diatribe of ‘artspeak’. Well OK, I admit that my first impression was “Jesus, not more Britart bullshit! Served up with dollops of modern artist mantra and ‘over egged’ justification” But to be fair, (yes I do try to be!) the more I looked the more intrigued I became with her rather bizarre creations. In fact I found myself (dare I say it) quite liking them!
No, this doesn’t mean I’ve sold my soul to Saatchi and now sup virgin’s blood with Damian Hurst and company. It’s just that occasionally I see an idea that seems to suggest an ‘ah ha’ moment. Something that’s capable of being a little odd but doesn’t insult (or assault) my eyes. I like the notion of transforming people, of making them look like paintings. There’s something rather childlike, even naïve in the papier-Mâché look of these inert beings. Alright, we don’t need wagonloads of waffle to grasp their point. We need only our eyes, our own offbeat taste and a desire to sometimes take an occasional walk on the wild side.
No, this doesn’t mean I’ve sold my soul to Saatchi and now sup virgin’s blood with Damian Hurst and company. It’s just that occasionally I see an idea that seems to suggest an ‘ah ha’ moment. Something that’s capable of being a little odd but doesn’t insult (or assault) my eyes. I like the notion of transforming people, of making them look like paintings. There’s something rather childlike, even naïve in the papier-Mâché look of these inert beings. Alright, we don’t need wagonloads of waffle to grasp their point. We need only our eyes, our own offbeat taste and a desire to sometimes take an occasional walk on the wild side.
Catch you later
Shirley
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