Showing posts with label ceramics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ceramics. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Influences 2 - Grayson Perry


Composition in my own work has changed over the years to become less… static? I don’t quite know what words to use here. My images have become a mix of elements, some portraiture, some narrative, some diagrammatic, with text thrown in for good measure; all jumbled up then fitted together like a jigsaw. I suppose I’ve always done this a bit but that way of working has gradually taken over. It may be partly due to moving from card cuts, where the image has to be complete before varnishing, to etching where the image can evolve over time. Elements can be added or taken away and this gives great flexibility to the creative process. 



I think it’s this that inspires me about Grayson Perry’s work. Rich, dark, satirical; his images evolve as he works on his pots or tapestries, almost like subconscious doodlings. I love his style of drawing and the macabre humour he often displays. His pots are always a surprise; beautiful in shape and colour schemes which, on closer inspection, reveal worlds of the grotesque and wryly comic. I guess I am also drawn to his pots for the craft aspect - there’s a lot of process and technique required in the same way that there is with etching. Steps, stages, states, layers. And the guy is such a dude. What’s not to like.
 
 



Saturday, 2 November 2013

Grayson Perry: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl



I've just finished reading Wendy Jones's biography of Grayson Perry, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl. It's an interesting but oddly written book; constructed in the first person as though the taped conversations, mentioned by Jones at the beginning, have been merely transcribed. I think this must be the case as the language is quite simple - not at all how Perry speaks during interviews about his work. Jones has written a couple of children's books so I wonder if it has been aimed at a younger audience... Or maybe the idea is to give the impression of a therapy session. There is certainly a confessional element to it; Perry talks at length about how his transvesticism developed and the sexual elements of it.


I have great admiration for Perry as an artist (and as a person obviously) and although I found the language somewhat dull and clunky, the content of the book was interesting. It's a fairly brief insight into his early years, through art college (his description of which was so like my own experience it was disturbing) and out the other side to the pottery evening classes he attended. If you want to know what he thinks about art however, you won't really find it here. Listen instead to his Reith Lectures series, Playing to the Gallery, on BBC iPlayer. Brilliant, intelligent, thought-provoking and funny.