Since graduating, I am unemployed and living in my mother’s 7’ x 9’ spare room and the act of making Art has become somewhat of an unthinkable luxury, due to lack of space and motivation. I started writing fiction, thinking that the worlds that I could create within these stories would act like extensions of my own mental space, within which I could dwell. Unfortunately creative writing in the traditional sense has never been my strong point and throughout my final year of University I got sucked into the World of ‘un-creative’ writing, following the example of artists like Kenneth Goldsmith and Simon Morris. Like them I used existent literary material to create works which I presented in small hand-made books of a very clean and uniform style. Taking information from films, books, comics and overheard conversations, I created a collection of works which were essentially un-creative. During this time the ideas seemed to flow and I was working a lot, which can only be a good thing. Part of me thinks this was due to the fact that it wasn’t creative writing or traditional Art making which to me seemed very serious and intimidating compared to what I was actually doing. My new aim is to find a way of combining the acts of creative and un-creative writing; to find a way to produce a work of fiction by following some kind of formula or set of processes.
I started working on a fictional piece about the all the misery in the world, which I would represent through the story containing a mix of characters, settings and acts, reflecting the damages of the current state of reality. I decided to begin writing in pencil in an artists’ sketch book that I won in a raffle which has a painting of a bird printed on the front. This was a way of ‘not writing’ and creating something similar to a long sketch made up of marks, which due to my poor handwriting, spelling and grammar would barely resemble letters or words. I seem to be torn between the longing for creativity and the possibilities of creating vast areas of mental landscape and the urge to fall back into the calculated minimalistic style of previous years. I am now in the midst of a creative and un-creative block, but worst of all I am in limbo.