Last September, Irina Chmyreva, who curated my exhibition Faces Interred, asked me to write something about some of that show’s work. I usually hate artist’s statements, so I tried to write something different. This post is a reprint of what I wrote.
If you want to see a complete set of the images I’m talking about, along with details, click here.
When artists write about their own work, what they usually come up with is an explanation or interpretation. They—we—try to answer the question What’s this work really all about?