I don’t want attention I just want to be an artist.

No one makes good art in order to be famous, just like no one buys expensive champagne in order to take a big piss. People drink champagne because that’s what people do to fit in to an affluent style of living. A couple of weeks ago I went to a ‘classy’ nightclub in West London, people ordered bottle after bottle of £250 champagne that was brought to tables with indoor fireworks attached. Now, I’m sure it could be levelled that the reason for this was just rich people showing off and wanting the attention their £250 investment deserved, initially I thought the same as the first bottle was brought out. Then, one by one all the tables in the nightclub received their bottle and subsequent fireworks, I continued to surmise that this was just bawdy exhibitionism. That was, until, my table received a bottle.

We fitted in.

We were acknowledged.

I think that there are parallels to be drawn from the darkened ‘glamour’ of the west end night cub to the way in which people (or at least myself) approach the making of artworks. To fit in with Artists and the Art World that they respect so much it is an imperative that I make artworks. I need to have my champagne bottle of a practice creating fireworks of artworks in order to legitimately call myself an Artist. To align myself with those I respect so much.

I don’t want attention I just want validation.




On the other hand this could all be lies