Thursday, February 22, 2007
The kind of artwork I do is nothing like what is written about in art magazines. I'm kidding myself when I think my labour intensive quilted cloth pieces will ever be taken seriously as real art. Today I read reviews of a Rosemarie Trockel exhibition in a recent ART FORUM magazine. She is of my generation and has created a body of work that is rooted in both domesticity and contemporary art theory. (like mine) Rosemarie Trockel's retrospective was entitled "(post) Menopause" and featured two new knitted paintings along with 30 years worth of very conceptual work. At any rate, I become saddened when I realize that quilts that are grounded in tradition (my art form) just don't cut it as "art" in the art world. I guess that if art world recognition is what I really want I will have to push my quilts over the edge. (like Rosemarie has with knitting). Why do I feel that this would be a betrayal to an art medium so rich in metaphor?