When I returned home from a walkabout in Montana in 200o after living with the Lakota Sioux tribe for a year and three months I spoke a bit like Jesus. This was met with both fascination, horror, humour and quite a bit of confusion. The adjustment period took a long time to settle and it was forever before I pinged back  and reestablished a link with my former self. I had changed quite considerably and I had indeed left Kansas. I lived in a place where there was an undoubtable sense that a great force or presence was all around you and it shifted into people, objects, animals and land and it really grabbed my attention. By connecting with this –  you were led into a series of pre determined events which only came about if you had understood the ‘event’  which had taken place before hand. Whether that was 3 weeks ago or yesterday,  a random conversation with a stranger, a bird flying over your head, a deer running across the road, a fox sitting in your yard. If you missed that moment of significance or you misread it in some way, it felt as though you were then lead to an alternative life path.Â
Momentary interactions,conversations and animal behavior became key to my own behavior and the choices that I made. I missed, and misread a lot of these events. I also followed the ones which were clearly visible, allowed and  indeed immersed myself to be moved by them, taking the risks set out before me and the leaps of faith. Eventually, I ended up on the Navajo reservation in Arizona with ten bucks in my pocket, nowhere to stay and seven days till my return trip on a Greyhound  back to Montana and my flight home. Another story. Another day. When there is a whole community which is spiritually based, then the magic is very real and very intense and you do see that life flows.
Back in the UK I created a series of  paintings depicting life on the reservation and the political struggle in particular. It felt like I was making an awful attempt to make a comment and it  was being perceived as a trendy experience. Heaven forbid –  highlighting my terribly interesting artistic life  - and not wanting this experience to be mashed up into a series of  buzz words and scarred with phrases such as ’sense of place’ I  banished the paintings into storage and I stopped pretending to be an art activist for tribal cultures around the world.
Instead I  learned to paint from my heart  and it was harder than anything I had tried before. I see alot of artists creating works which you know will look great in a London gallery, lovingly placed on those white walls – and if you get the gig then go with it –  but it brings it all back to me –  the facades, the veil and the veneer, that we project. The price tags alone always speak volumes and artists insane devotion to making artwork as inaccessible as possible, missing the point entirely and it makes me want to weep. The temptation is huge, but when you come down from the sublime arts pedestal which is international and hi-brow and terribly conceptual -  there is light and the people will applaud your return.
Last night I used part 1 of ‘girl on stilts’ and put it behind a detail of one of those political banished works and saw that two worlds have now finally come together. Now…………….. the real work begins.
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