I just did a bit of digging on my blog and found out Stefan Sagmeister did pick me as one of his curator’s choices!!
His note says “——> for the WONDERFUL NATALIE PERKINS, CONGRATULATIONS, WONDERFUL WORK, many greetings from Stefan SAGmeister”
His book, Made You Look, is really great. You can read it once, then go back and read it 4 more times in different ways. The competition was to be part of a movie he was making called Happy, I just looked it up and it still hasn’t been released and this was four years ago! It’d be cool to see my drawing in it when it comes out eventually.
He really influenced me to be more about feelings and human-ness in my work, to let go of the preconceived ideas I had that design should hide all marks of the designer, to be strictly about the client. Of course, in practice, this doesn’t really work when you are a pleb graphic designer. You do what you are told to get paid. It’d be nice to be a cool white dude like Stefan and spend three months of your year doing investigative and experimental work in Bali. As an artist I feel like his approach is way easier to be employed, even then when people pay you they often just want to pay you to be their hands. To make what they have in their heads but can’t realise with their own skills.
I have lots of feelings about this.
This is the Bubble Maker.
I work small and on paper because it’s easier to store but I want to work big. Big seems more impressive. I have no confidence. I overthink everything too much. I can’t keep it simple.
I saw this house profile in Inside Out of a Melbourne artist living in a warehouse conversion, eating raw and doing yoga, and her art was… just like… colourful blobs. I’ve seen it before. I don’t understand what questions it is asking or what media it is exploring that hasn’t been done before. Also her cliched lifestyle made me want to throw up and I think it coloured my opinion of her work.
If I could get paid for art that looked like everyone else’s work would I do it? I don’t know if I could. I’m not exactly reinventing the wheel but either.
I fucking hate art and all the people I’m supposed to emulate or kiss the arse of.
How do I be a successful visual artist being outside the gallery system? Being let down in my fine art education? Having crippling mental illness/ isolation keep me from networking with people?
I’m confused about where I am and what my worth is.
Working on a paper doll. An electronic paper doll… but still.