"There are no tears in art..."Tannaz Farsi (my Artist-Teacher) said during a recent critique. I disagree. I believe there are tears in art, lots of them some times.
In response to this conversation, in response to readings on Hans Haake (Condensation Cube), Piero Manzoni (Artist's Breath and Artist's Shit), and Marcel Duchamp (Air de Paris), I'm collecting my tears in the small bottle. I have 25 tears, but I expect to collect more. I believe this, in it's own way, is a measurement of work. I'm reflecting on having hopes and dreams, the work and frustration involve in reaching those dreams, and how it feels to fail.
Agnes Martin once said that making art is a solitary business. Indeed, it sometimes feels that way.
