I went to the Cuckatoo island again on Wednesday and reluctantly when into the Mike Parr house of horrors. Im not sure whether this is classed as deformation or more as mutilation. Mike Parr's work is challenges limits of the body and mind. It comes across as a specticle, shock value, the sublime. Though I don't know in detail (or at all actually) about Parr's concepts somehow through all this blood and gore Parr's work seems to fill a gap in society.
A friend was saying that she didnt want to watch Jamie Oliver's show about the chicken industry because she liked eating chicken and she didn't want to get turned off eating it. Here in lies the space that Mike Parr is eerily lurking about. The reality in the middle, that we choose to turn a blind eye to in our everyday lives. Yes the chicken meat gets delivered to the supermarket in a small clean plastic package, but how exactly does it get there. There is a step missing that we choose not to get involved in. Not wanting to know the realities of what we are doing to the world or lives around us. Not acknowledging poverty, not acknowledging environmental polution, not acknowledging death. Mike Parr seems to be exploring in the field of this lost transaction and moving around in this area we pretend is not there.
Well if anyone does know more about Mike P
arr's concepts, I am interested. This is just how I am reading into his the work I have seen.
No comments:
Post a Comment