{"id":962,"date":"2023-09-06T12:53:20","date_gmt":"2023-09-06T12:53:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jackburton.eu\/?p=962"},"modified":"2024-01-10T08:06:36","modified_gmt":"2024-01-10T08:06:36","slug":"962","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jackburton.eu\/index.php\/2023\/09\/06\/962\/","title":{"rendered":"Sebald Sandwich"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1000\" height=\"667\" src=\"https:\/\/jackburton.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/JackBurton_042.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-963\" srcset=\"https:\/\/jackburton.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/JackBurton_042.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/jackburton.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/JackBurton_042-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/jackburton.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/JackBurton_042-768x512.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1000px) 100vw, 1000px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">sebald 001<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>This photo might not seem like much, it&#8217;s from 2012, but I think it was one of the turning points where, having almost given up on the idea of being an artist after university, I made something, just for myself, that really entertained me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I shot everything back then on a Fuji 645 medium-format camera, who&#8217;s autofocus was never great but the vibes were good, and I chuckled when I saw this image emerge, line by line on the screen, as it scanned in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Between the slices of bread is the book &#8216;On The Natural History Of Destruction&#8217; by W. G. Sebald. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was reading a lot of Sebald back then, I was 24, and my brain felt nourished by it after many years of being forced to consume things it didn&#8217;t really care for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To put this into context, at university, I went deep with the critical theory. The image of being an intellectual artist appealed to my vanity, and I wanted ANSWERS! And I liked the politics. I still like the politics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But the theory I was reading never really stuck. I never really read Marx. I tried. I loved the communist manifesto (who doesn&#8217;t? Come on it&#8217;s great). But Capital just didn&#8217;t stick around in there, didn&#8217;t even really hang out for a bit, just seemed to pass straight through, a gossamer fog, a spectre if you will. In brief, I started university as a keen painter and ended it as a bad Marxist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, during my early twenties, reading was hard going as I would only plough through the type of things that would help me become, or at least be perceived to be, a serious artist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And becoming a serious artist felt so impossible once I had a job, and the vision I had of what being an artist would entail was so grim, that I almost gave up. Because I wasn&#8217;t enjoying myself anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Enter Sebald! His intertwining of history, thought, narrative, images, emotions, reflections, rejections, was a revelation! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Not only did it stick, it blossomed, it grew, and gave me new ideas, whole new ways of thinking about what art is and what it could be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sure, his prose can be a bit slow, but before you know it, he&#8217;s woven this narrative around you and you look up and you comprehend the emotional gravity of a historic moment for the first time. It&#8217;s incredible! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Anyway, so here&#8217;s my photo that was somehow in homage to him to say, sir, you are as nourishing as food. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was at this point I started to more knowingly use humour in my work and to make things that I, at least, enjoyed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This photo might not seem like much, it&#8217;s from 2012, but I think it was one of the turning points where, having almost given up on the idea of being an artist after university, I made something, just for myself, that really entertained me. 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