Dan Petley – Master of Pariahs

 

This is a documentation of the changing relationship with my work since graduation. Hopefully some of you will find these often quite negative insights into this slightly difficult period in my work useful and comforting.

In August, I graduated, with a first class Honours degree in Fine Art Practices. My sense of pride in myself was sent into overdrive. I felt that my work had been certified by the establishment, its authority had been cast in stone, and shining like a beacon, ignited by my own institutionally venerated genius, it screamed to all ‘Behold the work of Dan Petley, but more importantly, behold Dan Petley!’

Of course, this facile ceremony signified a new phase in my work, one that any graduating artist is confronted with, i.e., the prospect of continuing to make art after the removal of the safe institutional framework. Since graduating, I have found myself in a state where I have felt obliged to confront my art, and myself, with a lot of soul-searching questions.

The first question that I, as a newly graduated practicing artist, found myself asking was, ‘What are the options available to me?’ I considered what other people have done in my situation and being a habitual list writer, I jotted down these 4 options in my sketch book.

 

1. Get a job in the arts.

2. Do a Masters.

3. Get any job to fund my work as an artist.

4. Fuck art. I didn’t like it anyway.

 

First of all let’s get option number 1 out of the way. There are not many jobs out there like these, and furthermore there is a recession going on, so there are a lot of people going for these positions. Try it by all means; I went to some auditions in London in the hope of surviving in that city in which most artists at some time aspire to immerse themselves, with full knowledge of the risks of drowning. On reflection, it would appear that my mistake was in seeing this as my only ‘way out’. Maybe my mistake was in looking for a ‘way out’ in the first place? Non- London cities such as my home Plymouth have a surprising amount of potential for stimulating art to happen. Hell, one day I could even find an option 1 job available in my own city. Some of these things are in the hands of the gods, so for now I will consider that providence may dictate when such a career will become a realistic option.

 

Ok, option number 2. A few years ago I came to a realisation that I had no intention of ever studying a fine art Masters, having been consistently disappointed not only by the holier-than-thou attitude that can develop amongst those who have taken this option, but by the quality of work on display at shows put on by people taking part in masters programmes. A recent discussion with a friend and fellow artist about the currently popular process for artists to go straight on to a Masters after studying B.A., helped me to meditate on this further. I shall quote him directly, ‘How many people start a Masters degree with the express purpose of producing more great work? How many people rather pay for and study for a Masters degree because it’s the next step in a pre-programmed route towards becoming a recognised artist?’ My belief is that artists get lazy and often don’t progress beyond the quality of their BA work when they fail to break the shackles of the academic system. Surely I’m not alone in feeling this way? There must be other graduates who have noticed that work often struggles to continue to be challenging in the aforementioned ‘pre-programmed route’? Am I really playing out such a vulgar pariah status by shunning this process?

 

And so on to option 3. This is the option that I have taken. I do a soul destroyingly pointless job, which gives me just enough money to pay my rent. In this time of recession, it has been harder to get work, which never has been a problem for me until now. So I have ended up doing something really un-stimulating. However, I am delighted to be making money. My desire to produce artwork hasn’t been hindered by the removal of the academic framework, but my attempts to give it a relevant place in the world certainly have.

I have developed a number of new projects, such as an extreme techno DJ alter ego, as well as continuing to exhibit my jewellery and paintings. Many of these endeavours have triggered or exacerbated some negative feeling in me about the way that my work fits in and is received in the art establishment, whether it be annoyance at gallery shows that sacrifice creative integrity to focus on sales, or being involved in shows where I have been enraged by the lacklustre efforts of fellow artists, or even just feeling let down by events that have failed to engage the non art community.

 

Rather than feel too downhearted about these issues, I have developed the hypothesis that the aforementioned unintentional pariah status that I have developed in this difficult time has somehow become a heavy but gratifying cross for me to bear, triggering not only rage and displeasure, but a strong desire to make good work.

 

From this springboard, I have realised that I should waste less time on feeling cheated by the apathy of, dare I say it, less enlightened artists. I should just proudly carry on educating myself, and get on with producing my own work. If only something could give me confidence that other artists were trying to make challenging work that struggles to be relevant and exciting, that is open to interpretation by the whole community without sacrificing its own integrity by being too accessible, maybe I could take even more pleasure in setting myself against the shackles of the academic system.

I believe that my damning of the academic system, far from being impertinent, should be looked at as a positive thing. This system supported me when I was developing my identity as an artist, but by breaking away from this, I feel that I have ironically followed some of what was preached to me in this time, since this academic system, from where I stand at least, appears to have evolved into a prison of convention that encourages insincere and complacent work. I would like to use this opportunity to encourage artists to challenge themselves by breaking away from this over-protective parent, and striving to produce work on their own terms.

 

As for option 4, it is obviously not one that I would recommend to anyone who ever had a creative bone in their body. Whoever says ‘fuck art’ and means it is saying ‘fuck culture and humanity’. This is a coward's response to the enlightening struggles that creative practitioners like ourselves have to become accustomed to. To anyone who sees option 4 as a preference, I pity you.

 

As for me, I shall obstinately continue to produce my work, and hope that the readers of this piece will feel encouraged to persist with their practice, keep it challenging, and most importantly, enjoy it!

 

www.danpetley.co.uk

 

With thanks to Dan Sidey and John Chapman