A hundred years ago, when I was an artist and an art student and a lover and a free spirit, I wrote a manifesto on art based on Claes Oldenburg’s I am For… from 1961. And so I dug it out from under a stone, wiped off the dirt and dust, updated it for the modern Jen, and gently laid it here. It’s a good reminder that not every child needs to be controlled by a stoplight clock (I love that ding-dang thing), not every piece of art needs to be beautiful, and most importantly, I wasn’t always Mama Art.
Once upon a time, I was For an Art...
I am for an art that reveals itself unabashedly. I am for an art that keeps deep secrets.
I am for an art that lives in dark spaces under stairwells, below dark dusty beds in musty basements and other people’s garbage.
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