about paul watson: artist, writer, musician and god-like genius.
rotting from the pixels up - sex, intelligence and violence
as some sort of writer you'd have thought it would have been easy for me to write pages of copy about myself. it ain't so. I can scrawl out my tenderest pleasures and publish them for all to see on this site, but when it comes to self publicity then the going gets difficult.
if I could explain myself and my view so easily then I wouldn't reduce myself to hours of teeth-grinding infuriation making assemblages and writing down experiences in the early hours of the morning. If I could just explain it all I'd just tell you - no fucking around with pva, paint or prose.
the truth is that the dominance of the written word in our current culture is a butt-naked emperor scenario, and no doubt. that's why my written work consists of short snatches of thought - no long diatribes or monologues here. words fail me. words just fail. they can never encompass the entirety, never present the multitude of ambiguities and meanings. you can waste a thousand pages of words just trying to coalesce one single thought.
there are few websites on the internet that I consider worthy of more than a brief glance. the lazarus corporation has been designed to be one of the few that would catch my eye and keep my goldfish-like attention over a prolonged period. it's a growling, growing rock and roll beast of a website, informed by intelligence and aesthetic attitude.
the lazarus corporation first appeared on the internet back in 1996, an impudent blot on the landscape of the free webspace provided by my ISP of the time. things changed. it got bigger, it got faster, it got more savvy to technology. now it's here, residing on some stable, fast commercial webhost. it's still changing and mutating.
art on the internet is generally poor. one of the reasons the lazarus corporation started was to change that. if you were to judge contemporary artwork by the internet's offerings you'd think it was all giger-derivative shit or amateurish pastel drawings. we're different here. we want to challenge intelligently and violently.
even the fashionable fine art galleries of london and new york haven't grasped the net yet. yeah, they've got websites, but no noticeable sense of how to use the internet - just a few images and an email address for sales. let 'em rot.
this section of the site was meant to be about me, but as usual I managed to avoid answering that question. what do you want to know? you don't even know that - you just want whatever's offered to you here. hello, mindless consumer, and welcome to the interactive world of the internet - I write, you read.
paul watson, brighton, 2004