branbeckman (Archive)
“Professional”
A NuFace 2.0 body in a sewing machine drawer, displayed on a shelf in my studio with several of my sculptures and a few assorted collected toys and keepsakes.
Seeing this really brings it home that “playing with dolls” isn’t a far step from my career in fine arts. The last time I was a “professional” anything!
The sculptures of the female figures inside sewing machine boxes was from a series I did in 2008. (10 years ago!! That’s crazy.) The series was based on different metaphysical schools of thought about the nature of existence and perception. (Pretentious shit, but also a bit of heavy stuff about femininity and anonymity and helplessness that I felt like I had to hide behind pretentious shit.)
Oh I am tired of hiding behind pretentious shit, and I’m tired of reinventing myself for the benefit of others, I am so proud to be posting profoundly personal shit under my own real name. I really don’t want to have to pay money to be myself OR have to constantly reinvent myself with new accounts, but every time I reinvent myself don’t I become BETTER even if just by a small amount?!
I was going to go pro, but I bought a doll body instead! NuFace 2.0 it’s a sign!
I probably don’t have 1,000 photos yet (and I sure as shit still can’t see a number anywhere where it says exactly how many photos I’ve uploaded, it will only show me the percentage of one terabyte I’ve used. Hopefully Flickr figures that out for people too lazy to get on the PC like a real functional adult.) but I was considering going PRO in order to force myself to feel and act more “professional” and start trying to create and promote my own artwork more. Really though, professionalism is an illusion and the older I get the more I realize that the grown-ups in charge are just people like me, and I have no clue what’s going on, so I’m going to keep my money (and spend it on more doll clothes.)
“Professional”
A NuFace 2.0 body in a sewing machine drawer, displayed on a shelf in my studio with several of my sculptures and a few assorted collected toys and keepsakes.
Seeing this really brings it home that “playing with dolls” isn’t a far step from my career in fine arts. The last time I was a “professional” anything!
The sculptures of the female figures inside sewing machine boxes was from a series I did in 2008. (10 years ago!! That’s crazy.) The series was based on different metaphysical schools of thought about the nature of existence and perception. (Pretentious shit, but also a bit of heavy stuff about femininity and anonymity and helplessness that I felt like I had to hide behind pretentious shit.)
Oh I am tired of hiding behind pretentious shit, and I’m tired of reinventing myself for the benefit of others, I am so proud to be posting profoundly personal shit under my own real name. I really don’t want to have to pay money to be myself OR have to constantly reinvent myself with new accounts, but every time I reinvent myself don’t I become BETTER even if just by a small amount?!
I was going to go pro, but I bought a doll body instead! NuFace 2.0 it’s a sign!
I probably don’t have 1,000 photos yet (and I sure as shit still can’t see a number anywhere where it says exactly how many photos I’ve uploaded, it will only show me the percentage of one terabyte I’ve used. Hopefully Flickr figures that out for people too lazy to get on the PC like a real functional adult.) but I was considering going PRO in order to force myself to feel and act more “professional” and start trying to create and promote my own artwork more. Really though, professionalism is an illusion and the older I get the more I realize that the grown-ups in charge are just people like me, and I have no clue what’s going on, so I’m going to keep my money (and spend it on more doll clothes.)