Artist Mess

After recoding information on paper, I opened a new document on my computer and whenever a new thought occurred to me over the next couple day I recorded it. Those thought are shown below. 

I cannot escape my reality when creating my art. I am locked into my own experiences, ideas and concepts. I am only able to represent the world as I envision it. Does is mean that my art is self-portrait? My art is a reflection, however distorted, of my reality.

Do I make art for me, or for others? And if making art is merely a reflection of myself is it narcissistic to expect other people to want to look at my reality.

How do I relate this to others? Should I even try to? I can only speak to my experiences.

The concepts and connotations that materials hold can be subverted, disguised, or brought to light through art.

I am very interested in the relationship that materiality and the environment have, and the interconnections between our social understandings of materials and the way we segregate and compartmentalize materials into resources. By extension the way people are classified as resources is something I am beginning to consider more and more.

Do I enjoy the process of making or the product? Is my practice about the work or the making?

How we present ourselves changes our engagement with the world. Environment and genetics altar the way we respond.

In a world were most art is seen through a digital lens, what are the most important qualities of your work to capture. Can my work be effectively understood through pictures, or video? What about my art is most lacking in those formats, and how can I effectively communicate that loss to viewers.

Does my explanation of my work actually make people understand it better? What pre-conceived notions/inside knowledge do my friends bring to the critique that I overlook. How does their understanding of my work change based on their relationship with me, and how does that impact my ability to assist in their understanding of my work.