We are being watched.


Sorry, I can`t help it. I keep thinking about the viewer, the one who is looking at my work. I know that until I get my work exhibited no-one is looking at it, but I keep thinking about this mythical person, none the less. My first inclination is to impress them with my stunning technique. That black blackness that stands out on the wall, the vigorous, precise lines, the sheer originality of the concept. No this isn`t going to work. I must do what I, the artist, wants to do. Nope this isn`t working either. So I am working on a plan to make the work about the viewer viewing the work. Its a secret plan obviously, but if you keep reading the blog I will share it with you over the coming months. I think the Turner Prize is as good as mine .....

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