Collage
After spending 20 years in poverty as a struggling poet, Marcel Broodthaers, (look)
embedded a book of poems, Pense-Bête in plaster, creating his first art object.
"I, too, wondered whether I could not sell something and succeed in life. For some time I had been no good at anything. I am forty years old... Finally the idea of inventing something insincere finally crossed my mind and I set to work straight away. At the end of three months I showed what I had produced to Philippe Edouard Toussaint, the owner of the Galerie St Laurent. 'But it is art' he said 'and I will willingly exhibit all of it.' 'Agreed' I replied. If I sell something, he takes 30%. It seems these are the usual conditions, some galleries take 75%. What is it? In fact it is objects."
Marcel Broodthaers, 1964
I remember hearing about Francis Bacons studio, (look) as a place where there was discernable floor. In art school, my painting professor Warren Rosser (look), urged me to sweep my studio, and start fresh each morning, as I preferred to work in a kind of chaos. He also urged me to not paint all over my self, and asked "when does the performance end?"
A question I ask my self each time I create with the left over materials in my studio, which I catalogue under Collage.
embedded a book of poems, Pense-Bête in plaster, creating his first art object.
"I, too, wondered whether I could not sell something and succeed in life. For some time I had been no good at anything. I am forty years old... Finally the idea of inventing something insincere finally crossed my mind and I set to work straight away. At the end of three months I showed what I had produced to Philippe Edouard Toussaint, the owner of the Galerie St Laurent. 'But it is art' he said 'and I will willingly exhibit all of it.' 'Agreed' I replied. If I sell something, he takes 30%. It seems these are the usual conditions, some galleries take 75%. What is it? In fact it is objects."
Marcel Broodthaers, 1964
I remember hearing about Francis Bacons studio, (look) as a place where there was discernable floor. In art school, my painting professor Warren Rosser (look), urged me to sweep my studio, and start fresh each morning, as I preferred to work in a kind of chaos. He also urged me to not paint all over my self, and asked "when does the performance end?"
A question I ask my self each time I create with the left over materials in my studio, which I catalogue under Collage.
