I was the eldest son and middle child of 5 children… 2 older sisters, a younger brother and sister.
My father found me problematic and a bit strange, I suspect he saw a bit too much of his own mother in me. My mother celebrated my non-conformity in a quiet and supportive way.
I believe it was the overall security and love I received in my formative years that has allowed me to develop into the artist I am. They gave me the sense of freedom to explore and ask whatever questions came into my head…secure in the ideas I have no matter how challenging they may be perceived.

 

1“Greg Taylor is an artist who has never conformed to the memory palaces of the state. Taylor was chucked out of art college in Melbourne, is not represented in any state or regional gallery, has never received an Arts Council grant and has no representation in the commercial gallery scene yet at MONA he outshines his brethren that includes Damien Hirst and the Chapman Brothers amongst others.
One of his works is titled Cunts and other conversations (2008 -9). If it was all a ploy to get laid then casting 150 vaginas from life may have been an effective one but the result is actually a beautiful work with a strong link back to the French artist Gustave Courbet who used the same subject matter in his painting The Origin of the World (1866).
Taylor’s other work in the collection is My Beautiful Chair. This is an installation of a laptop, a rug, a couch, a lamp and a table that looks simply domestic, that is until you realize the box on the table is a real DIY suicide machine (apparently a prototype for those now used in Switzerland). Sit down, relax and the computer takes you through the steps to end your life. My stomach is unsettled when I do, like waiting for a roller coaster to take off and at the end of it I am dead. It really does take you to another place and offended somebody to the point that the day the museum opened they tried to damage it. If Taylor had been in London for the past twenty years he might have been a very famous YBA. Instead he has spent that time being ignored and isolated by our cultural elite to the point he has created a suicide installation. Who could blame him?”
1John Kelly Memory Palaces pp 15-16 Art Monthly Australia 238 April 2011.

 

I did dip my toe in the world of a professional ‘commission’ sculptor, however that was a place to which I was philosophically unsuited.
I have chosen my own journey… and have no regrets.

 

January 29, 2013 |