Flicking through Boooook: The Life and Work of Bob Cobbing (highly recommended) the other day the image above caught my eye, again, so I thought I'd post it. No surprise that a critic from the mainstream press didn't 'get it'. The passage below stood out, even chimed with me, you might say. 'Destroyers-in-art'? Yes. The urge to destroy is inherent (?), at least from two perspectives; one being the creator's dissatisfaction (occasional?) with his/her own work, the other being a nihilistic streak possessed by some (me, when I'm disgruntled) to burn every gallery down, all the museums and with them the reverential claptrap they endorse, yes, even for artists I admire...oh to see, as the character in JG Ballard's Millennium People does, Tate Modern in flames as I cross the bridge!
But wait, no, come on. Not really. BUT, as I've said before (you weren't listening?) in the spirit of Punk, Futurism and Blasted Wyndham Lewis it's not bad thing to have an iconoclastic streak spurring on a healthy self-regard as opposed to potentially poisonous hero-worship which can lead to feeling inferior to the Gods of Art.
'Words are displaced and lines transposed in a new and meaningful way' doesn't sound like a negative statement. I must re-read the review. It's the final line that leans towards dismissal, yet even that could be a positive view. 'Perverse, ugly, and anti-social'? He could be describing a Sex Pistols gig. Ah, the shock of the old.
Well, I've been displacing lines and words (and letters) on the Remington. Here's one of the latest results...
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| Wandering About, RTomens, 2019 |
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