[MARS] Gallery 3rd - 28th September 2014
‘There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea.
Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death.
Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen…. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched.
My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is – particularly the artist – particularly the poet – particularly myself!’
‘Rainy Weather’, excerpt from ‘Wandering’ 1920
The resin works:
1. By a process of what Bill calls ‘Studio Darwinism’ – solvents are dripped into polystyrene dissolving an unknown space inside; resin follows, coating the shape, and in time, the polystyrene is eroded, revealing this ‘possibility’.
2. Bill regards them as ‘survivors in the contemporary primordial soup.’ And likens his part in the process to a ‘nurturing mother’.