So...it was a good talk and I left knowing I had enjoyed myself...but I wasn't particularly inspired. Shrigley didn't make me want to run home and create. I was left with a muted version of what I felt about Martin Creed. Shrigley obviosuly has all these fantastic ideas. His work for the self help book, making mental illness normal because all brains are weird is wonderful! However it all felt a little...lazy, to me. I wanted him to just do a bit more. Make something more. I wanted him to care, or at least appear to.
On the other hand, I am always impressed, or at least intrigued, by these artists who seem able to just make. They make anything and because they made it they can call it art. i sometimes feel almost paralysed by this need to make something that will make a difference, change the world. Art with meaning. Sometimes i think it would be nice to just do it...just play.
So the main thing I learned?
FILL THE PAGE. Do something. Anything. Make the work. Believe in it. And don't give a fuck what anyone else says - particularly 20 year old art students who don't really know what they are talking about anyway.