The time will come when the tail wags the dog
And the horse will be drawn by the cart
But the devil whoops, as he whooped of old
‘It’s clever but is it art?’
Some call me an artist. I call myself a box maker. I’ve made some clever boxes. I’ve made some crap ones. I may associate feelings, images and experiences with my work and sometimes these things inspire it but I still don’t consider what I do to be art.
I feel I’ve progressed. I look at some of the early things I made with the same kind of regard I would think a parent shows to their children’s work. We all start somewhere. In letting emotion into what I do it has grown in some way. Sometimes though it has been overly self-indulgent, this (anag.) happens. I think exploring what you see and think about and letting these inform your work is mostly a positive thing though. This still doesn’t make me an artist in my own eyes.
Whatever happens though you have to enjoy making what you make or what’s the point. I enjoy making boxes. I hope (though it is by no means essential or even necessary) that others enjoy seeing them too. People and ideas I’ve seen here have also contributed to my growth in box making. What goes around comes around and I hope others might be inspired by my efforts.
Be seeing you
-- Martyn -- Boxologist, Pattern Juggler and Candyman of the visually challenging. http://www.theartofboxes.com