Yesterday I sent 9 of the preliminary "Twitterscapes" off for printing for the upcoming exhibit. My printer called me three times out of what he called "confusion," though I read in it disbelief. My art printer (one of the best fine art printers in New Mexico,) who spends days at a time immersed in fine art, could not fathom why I wanted to print these, nor could he tell if I had sent him the correct images, or if I had just gone crazy. He may have thought he got a set of images that were corrupted.
Of course, the images I sent him don't look like Twitterscapes, or fine art. They look like mistakes. Explaining to him that these were the visual clues I had for developing Twitterscapes in-process seemed to clarify a bit, though he still appeared to think they were not worth printing, or at least not well suited for it. Hm. I guess he doesn't see a lot of conceptual art.
They are a bit strange, but conceptually they are some of the richest images I have ever made. Moreover, the stronger my career and tenure as an artist gets, the more fundamentally important they become to my body of work. Even though they might be minimally visually engaging, these images tell a story; one that my efforts will ultimately define its role to myself and others. Nine of these images will be a part of the March 25 exhibit: The Twitterscape Theory at Petroglyph Creative.
