OBSESSIONAL COMPULSIVE DISORDER
My Patron and I were discussing a programme he had watched on the TV in which a stand-up comedian investigated OCD. David commented that OCD seemed to be about the desire for order not disorder. I pointed out that it was the obsessive compulsion that was the disorder; when a need for order takes over one's life.
It occurred to me that David suffered from OED not the Oxford English Dictionary but Obsessional Etymological Disorder. David and myself are both intrigued by words and their usage and meaning.
I joked that next year David might begin to suffer from a different form of OED; Octogenarian Etymological Disorder, in which the elderly cannot remember the right words.
I also pointed out that I was currently in the middle of a form of OCD; Occasional Creative Disorder. Every year after my big Summer Exhibition I return to the studio aware that I have done no new artworks for a couple of months; my head is full of future work but I need to do something immediately to both clear my head and get back into the physicality and skills of creativity. Every year there are left over posters and every year I accumulate both materials and images. I enter a state of creative chaos recycling both ideas and materials to create immediate artworks; mixed-media (old posters, old pics, magazines and my old paper kimono with all types of paint, household emulsion, household gloss, oil paints and varnish.) collages which allow me a childlike freedom free of context or intellectual restraint.
It occurred to me that David suffered from OED not the Oxford English Dictionary but Obsessional Etymological Disorder. David and myself are both intrigued by words and their usage and meaning.
I joked that next year David might begin to suffer from a different form of OED; Octogenarian Etymological Disorder, in which the elderly cannot remember the right words.
I also pointed out that I was currently in the middle of a form of OCD; Occasional Creative Disorder. Every year after my big Summer Exhibition I return to the studio aware that I have done no new artworks for a couple of months; my head is full of future work but I need to do something immediately to both clear my head and get back into the physicality and skills of creativity. Every year there are left over posters and every year I accumulate both materials and images. I enter a state of creative chaos recycling both ideas and materials to create immediate artworks; mixed-media (old posters, old pics, magazines and my old paper kimono with all types of paint, household emulsion, household gloss, oil paints and varnish.) collages which allow me a childlike freedom free of context or intellectual restraint.