Jethro Jackson, Magpie
Gold, with it’s irrepressible shine and glint pulls the Magpie.
The magpie - perhaps we are all magpies gravitating towards things that shine with intrinsic worth? Filling us with a sense of achievement, wealth and status.
The modern artist is fated to be a magpie that flies between nests taking the one thing that shines brightest and brings it back to its own. This is borne out of necessity. The visual language for the contemporary has been written. Great masters have conquered immense Continents. With this in mind, what is truly left to say?
That question has resonated through my mind and sleepless nights when I decided to look deeper into my artistic sole. Maybe we should give up and throw away our brushes. How can we scale the walls of seemingly invincible fortresses built by such masters as Lanyon, Nicklson, Hepworth and Heron. This Precipice of self doubt and conflict of confidence has been with artist for millenia.
I now feel strongly there Is a chance offered through the process of amalgamation gleamed through our visual diary of life and most importantly automatism. Automatism with the medium itself. Freeing from inhibition and conflicts of interests we become the medium and so we have a chance to tell a story, but what is that story and where do we start?
Jethro Jackson, 2022