Artist's Statement | all those words
     "all those words" is a series of about 50 mixed-media works inspired by my favorite lines from James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” The title of the series is taken from: "... wrote me that letter with all those words in it how could he." Hilarious!  
     I incorporated visual elements by my father, Jim Brewton, who died in 1967. 
     "all those words" was underway when I began searching for my father's artwork in 2008. My art-making was much interrupted, and then greatly influenced, by my finding so much of Jim's work. Until 2009, I had only seen about a dozen of his paintings, so I was dazzled by seeing so many brilliant creations for the first time.
     After about a year of experimenting, I decided my father wouldn't mind if I reacted to his work by collaborating with him—taking up unfinished images and elements, and clippings he’d saved. Jim himself was a great borrower.    
     “all those words” includes paintings, film fragments, prints, and constructions. Among the phrases it explores:
  • "The feety savor of green cheese."
  • "Poor jugginses! Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they look. Still, their neigh can be very irritating."
  • "Out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage allelulia. Shema Israel Adonat Elahenu. No, that's the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. And then the lamb, the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher and then the angel of death."
  • "her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters ... her power to enamour, to mortify ... to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency; the tranquil inscrutability of her visage" 
  • "ruffling her nosewings"
  • "Because you have the cursed Jesuit strain in you, only it's injected the wrong way."
  • "And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near throttled him." 
     In early 2016, spurred by the death of an artist I admire (okay, it was David Bowie), I dove into an extended study of the phrase, “…artistic coloured photographs of prize babies.” As I worked on interpreting the phrase, I began to make imaginary cardboard-backed "antique" photographs and moved on to imaginary contact sheets of famous artists, musicians, writers and performers when they were children.
     These became a meditation on possibility and fate; a contemplation of life’s influence upon creativity, and art upon the life of its bearer.   
     In choosing the subjects and engaging with their images, I adhered to seven constraints and inserted jokes and clues to their identities. The children appear either uncomfortable or hyper-aware of the camera. When you spend some time looking at them, even the babies' self-conscious gazes seem oddly prescient. 
     There are about 20 works in the "prize babies" series. I think I'm finished with them. I'm now turning back to the main "Ulysses" project. There's a folder full of phrases I've chosen to explore and savor, and friends keep sending me more. Feel free to send me your favorites from "Ulysses," and I'll add them to the pile. Thank you for your interest in "all those words."
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'Joycean valise' concept, October 2016