I went to an interesting workshop on artist's statements at ARC last night, led by Emilia Telese. I haven't re-examined my own yet, but I am sure that I have work to do. Thinking about it this morning, what struck me most is this: a statement is not a chore, albeit a necessary one - it is extremely useful, and in more ways than one.
The wind pushed against me this morning, driving stinging sand into my face. The wind scoured; the beach simultaneously exposed and buried itself.
Sometimes the things you do make you look bad, and explanations may not be an option for any number of reasons. Perhaps the best you can hope for is that you are not misunderstood.