I will not apologize because I am not sorry.
will not be am not sorry for the way I look without makeup.
will not be am not sorry for the size, shape, and/or consistency of my body.
will not be am not sorry that the size, shape, and/or consistency of my body has and will continue to change over time.
will not be am not sorry for wearing glasses instead of contacts.
will not be am not sorry that I choose to get 7.5 hours of sleep instead of waking up early to exercise.
will not be am not sorry that the story I told my coworker at lunch had everyone else’s attention focused on me.
will not be am not sorry for chewing my lips when I think, even though it will surely bring about premature lines and wrinkles.
will not be am not sorry for not smiling or looking pleasant in public.
will not be am not sorry for seeing value in myself that is not related to my appearance.
I am not sorry.
Do you like hand-made stuff? Little ceramic things? Embroidered shit? Then listen up!
The first 10 people to electronically inform me of their addresses will get a handmade thing! Not just any handmade thing. A handmade thing by Tiffany!
So send me your mailing address and I promise to make you something. Probably from clay, unless you live forever away and the shipping turns into a multimillion dollar (by “dollar” I mean “penny”) event, in which case, I hope you are super into embroidery.
Okay! Hop to it humans!
That’s basically how I feel about art lately. And not just my own. All. Of. It. At BEST, I feel ambivalent about any given piece.
So let’s talk about art funks. Have you ever been completely burned out? Where do you find new fuel?
How do you justify making art when it is so masturbatory?
Home is where the heart is. Home is where they feed you. Home isn’t a place, it’s a person. Our First Home.
Every individual experiences home. We experience it in different ways in and out of the physical and social constructs of home. These varied experiences interact with one another in an intersectionality that creates a variety of feelings toward and definitions about home. Is it a place? A person? A group of people? A house? A feeling? An idea? A memory?
For me home is family. Home is familiarity. Home is a feeling. But where does home end and I begin? Is the home I make for myself a disloyalty to the home I come from? Will one home be jealous of the other? Does one deserve more significance?
What is home to you?
Lists make me feel better. But this one is slightly overwhelming.
Tiffany Henley (°1988, Okmulgee, Oklahoma, United States) makes sculptures and mixed media artworks. By emphasising aesthetics, Henley seduces the viewer into a world of ongoing equilibrium and the interval that articulates the stream of daily events. Moments are depicted that only exist to punctuate the human drama in order to clarify our existence and to find poetic meaning in everyday life.
Her sculptures sometimes radiate a cold and latent violence. At times, disconcerting beauty emerges. The inherent visual seductiveness, along with the conciseness of the exhibitions, further complicates the reception of their manifold layers of meaning. By focusing on techniques and materials, she creates work in which a fascination with the clarity of content and an uncompromising attitude towards conceptual and minimal art can be found. The work is aloof and systematic and a cool and neutral imagery is used.
Her practice provides a useful set of allegorical tools for manoeuvring with a pseudo-minimalist approach in the world of sculpture: these meticulously planned works resound and resonate with images culled from the fantastical realm of imagination. With a subtle minimalistic approach, she considers making art a craft which is executed using clear formal rules and which should always refer to social reality.
Her works are notable for their perfect finish and tactile nature. This is of great importance and bears witness to great craftsmanship. Tiffany Henley currently lives and works in Norman.
I love me some talking in circles art speak. Go make your own!
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