I reroute expectation in anticipation of an unveiling of my personal shortcomings. Flippant and antagonistic gestures serve as costumes, disguising an underlying insecurity in my own artistic merit and capacity to live up to an arbitrary, mythical standard of creative genius. The burden of artistic endeavor, of constantly reinventing the wheel, facilitating some formal or conceptual transformation, of engaging in magic-making that results in a work of art is entirely unreasonable. So I have abandoned any aspiration towards such creative genius in my practice. Far more interesting for me is an attempt to imitate or simulate the end result with only the bare minimum requirements. What is the least amount of brilliance and effort I need to exert in order to make something convincing? How can I utilize and manipulate the accepted structures or institutions that give works of art value, how can I exploit recontextualization in order to compel my gestures into the realm of art? This challenge, for me, requires a much more clever approach. Being economical demands ingenuity.
Ultimately I have tasked myself with the enterprise of faking it until I make it. And so, if I’ve accomplished anything, hopefully you’re now convinced that I really do know what I’m doing.