Woodsy Bransfield at Second Act Gallery
There is always a great deal of chatter (or even, dare I say, discourse) around how art has the power to change lives, embolden people to take up creative space, etc., etc., but there is a less favourable topic of the way in which the art world is perceived by people outside of its often exclusive, incestuous bubble. How one might experience it is largely shaped by class. Straddling a working-class background and a relatively middle-(ish!) class higher education experience, fuelled by dreams of social mobility, it can be easy to fall in the trap of feeling like an imposter in both classed spaces. Rising above one's station on one side, and feeling somehow culturally ill-equipped on the other. The truth is, we don’t need more voices in contemporary art who are exactly like those who have come before. I have the greatest of respect for people with passions for art history, art, and (er) history, but there is such a wealth of diversity (in all senses of the word) on the contemporary ...
