Unimportant thoughts

I create from instinct and research (surprise!), it is a known combination but I have not yet managed to understand it fully. I somehow believe the best ideas are the instinctual ones, but who knows what is instinctual anyway and research probably results in instincts?

Yesterday I found out about the artist David Shrigley, had a look through his work, and started growing an understanding of my own work that has not been clear to me before that moment. Shrigley's work is to me quite (what we would stereotypically state as) childlike, distinct and it screams for attention. LOOK AT ME. HEAR ME. SEE ME. That is my interpretation. It reminded me of humans' constant hunt for satisfaction, at the same time as trying to fit in (get confirmed by others) to the system around them. We jump on the conveyor belt and just go along.

I could write for ages, but then this will be way too long for anyone to cope with so let's just say this - I think a lot of what I create comes from characters that are overly direct with their feelings, wishes, and needs. Direct in a somewhat childish manner. Characters that don't say or do what they should because they are adults or babies or white or tall anything else. But because they have the guts to be that a little less of a cultural and social product than others. They interest me. Going back to Shrigley's artwork, I believe, no I state, that we all have the childlike wishes, needs, and thoughts inside, but that we don't act on them. We BEHAVE, and learn to keep them to ourselves. The conveyor band is there for a reason and it is scary to jump off into the real world with lions and other bodies and the sky that we know nothing about.

To end up this messy chapter of my brain I think the conclusion is that I like the explosive-thinking-mind humans have been given. My explosive thinking. Your explosive thinking. Our ups and downs and serious and lightheartedness, our euphoric emotions and devastated ones exist for a reason. Lay on the floor and eat, ride a cow, jump on the conveyor band, live on a roof. PLAY.

And I'll keep creating from these thoughts.