Standing in the middle of Jan Smuts late at night and window-shopping at the Goodman. One thinks about the art that you have seen and wonders what to make of it - and what to make of your own. The red neon adult world reflects over the exhibiting artist’s name (along side an oh-so pink Angus Taylor…from Gordart across the road).
I am reminded of the pressure from numerous professors to be more explicit, sexual, and sensational, and wonder if that is truly the only route for an artist still to travel.
Well…either that or writing with neon lights on the gallery wall as the trend seems to continue after years of faux-signage illuminating our receptive minds.
And I wonder what I would write…but no words come to mind.
Maybe if I think a little harder…later
enlightened view Francois :-D...transient conceptual statements in light. Nice observation from your side....Zo"
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