Along with a group of others this local property investor I know walked us through to a conservatory. What I saw amazed me. In the large open space the floor was covered in a patchwork of green, felt and baize over which where hundreds of little pink bunnies hopping about. You know the sort of thing you would find on a market stall, small no bigger than your hand, stuffed with batteries and all fluffy, shocking day-glow pink, hopping about and making an awful racket of mechanical sounds and squeaks. She was stood there pleased as punch with herself, in a sexy little nightie that left little to the imagination and to be honest with you even I have never thought of her in that way. She fielded the barrage of questions with ease but no one asked Why? Art it is, but she is not an artist why had she done this I had to know. "Because she could", "Why not" and "It seamed like a good idea at the time" where some of the responses that she gave to my question. Finally she admitted that she "I Just like It" and went on to add, "The funny thing however is that all the bunnies can hop anywhere, but they don't, they stay in their own little area or territory within their own groups and if they do stray into another area they get knocked over you don't see it, it just happens. Each tribe of bunnies keep to themselves they don't mix or anything its weird. I did not plan it, it just happened that way". I found myself saying, that in all the studies, test and computer models that have been carried out over the years that I have herd about the same thing happens, larger groups sub-divide and define territories for themselves its one of the great mysteries of life, we then got on to discussing its merits as art.
I woke with a start, the cold still, darkness itself seamed to be shaking me awake, It was a dream thank god for that. But more likely It was a nightmare, all these little pink bunnies hopping about in my head it could not be anything else but a nightmare could it? I lay there awake for what seamed like an age trying to understand, Why Pink Fluffy Bunnies? Art for me is the study of the human state and the little pink bunnies is just a reflection of that, most of us spend our whole lives desperately trying to fit in to our chosen group we even put other things in what we decide is the group that they belong to, I mean who said that Picasso is a cubist painter! the fact is that his cubist period only lasted for a few brief years of his long and productive life and yet we still class him as a cubist painter . Why? The truth is that my vision of the bunnies represents great art and my investor friend is stood on the very edge of an automated society both fascinated and involved yet aloof from the whole is as equally a part of this fantastic piece of artwork. I am not a great fan of instillations however this is certainly something that I would one day like to undertake, but perhaps something other than little pink bunnies would be called for, for my own sanity.
Essentially the creative process follows two courses, the first and perhaps most common is that of the route of discovery and exploration steadily heading towards an unknown goal, tentatively feeling your way forward through each stage ultimately to a finished work . The other is the top down approach as I call it, Here starting with completed or near completed piece and unravelling or exposing the layers in an attempt to comprehend the hidden values and meanings that relate to any given idea. I am intrigued by the Pink bunnies idea as although it is a finished work all be it in my own head it still requires both methods of this creative processes in its completion and the involvement of my scantily clad property invertors friend giving it a greater dimension and depth that is necessary in such a piece.
