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What I like about this is that you have deepened the feeling,
feeling is often covered up by sarcasm.
I am playing
with language and finding my expression that way. My work goes off
into different avenues; you can't box my work. I may settle down,
to a particular thing that clicks but I haven't found a language
that clicks yet.
Have you
ever thought that it is lonely sitting in front of the computer
looking at your work? Communication cannot be achieved.
It's the internet
isolating itself. It's one of those bizarre things. You are in this
global environment and at the end of the day, it's just you and
your machine. The work I do reflects that, in my hermit existence,
me and my machine. There is that loneliness.
When I saw
"light
from the machine", one of your pieces - I wondered if you
also hated the computer and felt terrorised by it?
It rules my
life. The battle I have at the moment, there is an unspoken law
that your real life should not be in the art. That it must have
to do with the technology and must play with the capability of technology.
Then you sit in front of the computer and you are expected to transform.
You have a dual personality, schizophrenia going on.
In my case,
and in the case I think of most female artists, the real life and
the computer life is a drag. Dragged one way then the other. I have
this machine, my creative portal into the world and I have my family
and my home. The tension between them - the light of the machine
is coming in. It is a love-hate relationship.
I am working
on the technical side, on clarity and precision. It's a tool to
let me express what I want, the technical side is not the be all
and end all. My work is not about the machine.
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