That Work
I’ve been working on a way to use visuals and words to tell stories. Something none linear. It’s been a few years now and though I can come up with some beautiful things, I’m not sure I’ve come any closer to telling a full tale this way. I’m failing hard, but I keep going back. I don’t know what to call this. Madness? Work? It doesn’t pay, you know.
What am I getting at?
In my daytime fantasies, when my art hits it big time, I have a show, one wall with the same piece of art. Collages are my forte, my way of speaking through pictures, so it will be through this medium which I speak to the onlookers in this gallery. And this single collage, shown two or twenty times, will have different titles and different descriptions. One will say I worked two minutes on this, a fluke of an inspiration. Another will say I worked ten years on it, blood sweat tears, and a brief flirtation with madness that I barely lived through.
The other pieces, if any, would be a variation of that theme.
Might be better to try and sell such pieces far away from each other and see how they sell. Or as separate parts on reddit, seeing which garner the most upvotes — not that I’ve ever been able to game any social…
