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Carrying a New World: Notes on the end of Extinction Studies

Artist, Lucienne Rickard's hands, palms up, one is cover in white substance, the other is covered in graphite.
Lucienne Rickard's hands. Photo: Andrew Harper.

Did I see a myth in the making? Possibly. One never knows. Something like that anyway: a fable or something brought into the real.

I think one of the moments where art really succeeds is when people see it, and interact with it, and get something out of it. Sometimes I even suggest the art is not quite completed until the moment when the audience sees it. This is somewhat contentious as it removes the heroic loner image beloved of a lot of art – what art? I want to say Modernism, that era of art, where the notion of a Heroic (male) artist really comes into being as kind of role, and how that is linked to an art market, and that is now a form of branding, and how that individualised personae-as-brand model has leaked out of art and is now everywhere in culture, as we call these people influencers (and other things) and it’s a career, and the art has been removed.

Lucienne Rickard is not like that.

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