Bitumen paint, metaphor and the performance of self
‘time collapses and layers of life flow simultaneously into a mesh of memory and dream’ Eleanor Antin I ‘discovered’ bitumen paint in 2006. I wanted something black and cheap to paint a pram for an installation. Afterwards I started experimenting with it. Simply used for waterproofing sheds, it is dark, viscous, treacly, and smelly until dry. I discovered that when dripped from a stick it will create depth and when it is the right thickness or viscosity, it will spin and create beautiful patterns. Each line of bitumen dripped from a stick can be fluid and continuous creating unique curvilinear figures and forms. As the paint is dripped from a stick there is a lack of control, so as a process it involves chance and failure. There are always dribbles and mistakes and repetition or replication is impossible. Each mark is made by the body, hand to eye, and eye to hand. It is gestural and performative and no matter how good I get, there is an element of flow and failure in