A hilarious performance art piece where McCarthy portrays a self-obsessed artist waiting for inspiration in his studio,
deliberately portraying the myths of creativity and the art world.
(the ending is the best part – where the art critic sniffs McCarthy’s butt and smiles with acceptance)
“But I will say at least, Courage! For things wonderful, unhoped-for, glorious have happened even in this short while I have been alive.
Yes, surely these times are wonderful and fruitful of change, which, as it wears and gathers new life even in its wearing, will one day bring better things for the toiling days of men, who, with freer hearts and clearer eyes, will once more gain the sense of outward beauty, and rejoice in it.
Meanwhile, if these hours be dark, as, indeed, in many ways they are, at least do not let us sit deedless, like fools and fine gentlemen, thinking the common toil not good enough for us, and beaten by the muddle; but rather let us work like good fellows trying by some dim candle-light to set our workshop ready against tomorrow’s daylight – that tomorrow, when the civilised world, no longer greedy, strifeful, and destructive, shall have a new art, a glorious art, made by the people and for the people, as a happiness to the maker and the user.”
Words of William Morris, 1879
Suprematism is an art movement focused on geometric forms – painted in a limited range of colours founded by Russian artist Kazimir Malevich.
From all the chaos of my practise, I can look at these paintings and I feel like I can empty my mind and genuinely understand them. I feel so liberated connected with these paintings – they’re so blissful. They’re not trying to be anything, they’re just there. It’s amazing how emotional they are, actually.
marching through the derelict corridors of the univeristy.. wearing an egg head mask.
what a fool.