The time has come to revive FridgeFest and we are starting a new conversation, this time with a group of artists from Georgia. No, not peach-loving peanut farmers but artists from the former Soviet state. This time the conversation is happening on Facebook. Well, some of the conversation is happening there. Some of it is happening in Brooklyn too.
|There we are! Gaby bravely takes the forefront position.|
It's heady stuff. Nick (back row, third from left) and Gaby (front and center) love to dig into ideas and they are the driving force behind it all. Although I have ideas that I am working with in my current projects, I don't have these kinds of conversations very often so it is quite fun and inspiring to be having them now.
One of the ideas that we talked about and continue to play with is the notion of ownership and value with regard to art. In the last collaboration some of the writers were less than happy when their work was manipulated and changed. They were the author! What right did a visual artist or performer have to mess with their words? We also talked about the layers of value that get added to art as it goes from the artist's hands to a collector/new owner. For lack of a better term (although I think it is a great term), we named that "love". We talked about rotating the resulting artworks among the collaborators homes, adding stories to the piece with each new place. Would that process increase the value of the work? What actually was the value? The stories/love? The idea? The materials?
For some reason (and I am almost embarrassed to admit it), I thought about turning my fridge into a wardrobe and making a collection of clothes. This is a little shocking to me because it feels like exactly the opposite direction that I am heading with my (other, non-collaborative) work. Yet somehow this idea came to mind as we talked and I began liking it more and more. Perhaps the word "clothes" is too confining to what describe what I have in mind, but we'll see. The conversation is just beginning.