“The more I work,” writes London-based artist and musician Martin Creed in the foreword to Works, a survey of his career published in 2010, “the more I think I don’t know what I am doing.” He goes on:
I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. It is like sweat or shit. It comes out as I go along. As you do one thing over here, something else comes out over there. It is not what you think you are doing. It is like scum on top of things or like sediment at the bottom. It builds up while you are doing other things.
Working feels like trying to face up to what comes out of you.
Art is shit. Art galleries are toilets. Curators are toilet attendants. Artists are bullshitters.
