December 26, 2005 - Monday
Dead lions, crying kitties, Winston Churchill in his coffin
Judith Schaechter has lived and worked in Philadelphia since graduating in 1983 from the Rhode Island School of Design Glass Program. Excerpts from the artist's statement:
My parents, not artists themselves, accidentally made me an artist by ascribing genius to every scribble I made. My mother kept and labeled everything. Looking through this stuff in college, I was surprised to find out what a case of arrested development I was. I drew dead lions, crying kitties, and Winston Churchill in his coffin.
I never thought of myself as an artist. The real reason I went to art school was to eliminate phys ed and math from my life.
I guess the most appealing thing for me is the tedium factor. I don't have too many worthy and profound ideas, so each piece needs to take a certain amount of time. This keeps my hands busy and in sync with my head.
Ironically, I find my "artistic voice" is liberated only by the severest of technical restrictions. The more monotonous and difficult a process, the more exciting I find it.
No matter how much I love an idea, I'll sacrifice it for the look of the piece. I believe that in visual art the bottom line "conceptually" is always the aesthetic.
So what is the work about? I really have no point of view on life that I can't be argued out of in, say, five minutes. I certainly have never heard a philosophy or intellectual concept so compelling that it merited illustration.
I guess I have no intentions when approaching a project—meaning is assigned to the work way after it's completed. Meaning is what happens when it is looked at. My interpretations have no more importance than yours.