Over-thinking will be the death of me

My biggest obstacle is over-thinking — not to be confused with big thinking. Over-thinking is my umbrella term for all the second-guessing, the predicting, the analyzing and the re-thinking that can turn my mind into a maelstrom. It’s unproductive and it’s exhausting and it’s why I and many of my maker friends are involved in repetitive, obsessive (I prefer the term “devotional”) artwork methods. The focus required is just the ticket to get out of the rabbit’s hole of circular thinking. Less mental chatter, more mindfulness.

Making is the key to learning for me. As the work takes shape I try to make out what it’s saying, where it’s situated in the whole art discourse thingy. It’s clear that I have to be clear about my intentions, where I’m going with all this, and why. Some thought is necessary.

But over-thinking is a form of self-sabotage and it has threatened the existence of my latest project, Monumental Doily. As I hook into those strands I find myself grasping at threads from my art history and cultural theory classes, trying to work in ideas of power struggles and psychoanalysis. Next thing you know I’m assuming the posture of German artist-shaman/renegade educator/former Nazi militiaman Joseph Beuys, in some sort of feminist response to his famous 1974 performance art piece, I Like America and America Likes Me (below, left) until my Inner Victorian Grandlady cries, “Enough nonsense!” (She would never say, “I call bullshit!”)

I have to be able to speak about my work but I have a pretty low tolerance for too much artspeak. I like artwork that has me at Hello, that hooks me in to investigate further and is not just some in-joke designed for the rarified few who have had the benefit of art-historical education. 

It should evoke a wide range of responses from a wide range of viewers — ‘multiple points of entry’, as they say. It should resonate in different ways and over time, and not rely on an instruction manual disguised as an artist statement full of exclusionary academic language (unless the point of the artwork is to create a feeling of alienation). Yet if it’s too definitive, it’s over quickly, like a trick, and I’m done. Next!

Elitism is ugly and I really do agree with Beuys’ belief that everyone is an artist, or at least can be if she would just shut out the rational jibber-jabber already and hook into the emotional/spiritual, the unquantifiable, even the unreasonable. (Beuys’ beautiful mind is behind his urban intervention project, 7000 Oaks)

Sometimes a giant doily is just a giant doily, material evidence of one person’s attempt to connect in an increasingly chaotic, hectic, overly-quantified and unrationally rationalized world.