Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Day Three - Scoping & Waiting


Today was a scoping walk with Jo for our Light Walks project, before the walk we took the rest of INTENZ away from the Old Library, then decided where the next walk should be. We made a detour to Earls Barton for lunch before arriving at our chosen route, round the reservoir at Sywell Country Park 




and had a beautiful walk which was full of birdsong, blossom and pollen! The rain held off long enough for us to get back to the car. There will be more about the walk soon on Undiscovered Networks. Back in my parents' garden I managed to catch a glimpse of a pair of Thrushes nesting in a apple tree in the garden next door.


The sketch book was partially on hold as I was waiting for some more stamps to arrive but I did do some work on the Shift labels that will become part of the book. These also fit with the theme of walks and journeys, the compass points to finding some direction and the postmark relates to thoughts in motion. I am using generic, commercially available stamps, almost in the spirit utilising found objects to embed in the images being created. When I make digital images I like to build up layers and bury text inside the image, using the stamps enables me to make layers in a hand to paper fashion.

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Day Two - Studio and Dining Room


My plan for the day was to give as many of the sketches as possible a watercolour wash and whilst the pages dried I would make some other images using free machine stitching. I have gone back to the Shift dress as the source of my ideas. However I'm taking a much more personal approach, since my twenties I've been overweight. A couple of years ago I managed to lose a considerable amount, but last year I lost the plot again. How foolish, how self-destructive you might think, it was a stressful year, there was very little work and a lot of demands placed on my shoulders. Everything was a struggle and I just couldn't exercise or count calories for a moment longer.


When I started thinking about the shift dress, I could probably still get away with wearing one, but now my body is running away from me again. I am troubled by my body, how to look after it, how it is worn out and falling apart. Even when thinner, this fact was inescapable. The Shift dress has power because it is a simple shape. I have always longed to be a straight line able to inhabit a simple shape.  I long for freedom of movement. I don't fit. This first image is something about feeling uncontainable.

See also the Milan Kundera quotation from The Unbearable Lightness of Being which starts "The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground........."


Here are dresses that contain memories of a place I long to be - I find I would love to be able to wear the landscape.


These are a combination of shapes from 1960's pattern pieces and things seen along the Brampton Valley Way. I also laminated small pattern pieces which were made from maps, stamps and photographs, these will also be going into my sketch book.



Fabrics sorted and paint drying I attempted to start sewing, but my machine was having none of it. I did get some stitching done but not as much as I would have liked. I went to see if the only local sewing machine repair man could help, only to find that he'd sold the business and moved on without letting anyone know. The lady in the Florists next door wondered if he'd been one of the group who had won the lottery recently!

It might take me some time to get going, but once I do, I'm very determined. I took my machine home and asked 'the man who can' to undo the bottom of the machine and see if the works were clogged up with fluff. We found plenty. Machine attended to I started sewing again, but there was still a problem with the shuttle and the tension, threads kept snarling up. A very tiny piece of plastic has worn away or broken off and it's amazing to find that something so small could cause so much trouble! I did manage to coax enough decent stitches out of the machine to complete the samples I wanted to make. Then it was back to painting.

"weight |wāt|noun1 a body's relative mass or the quantity of matter contained by it, giving rise to a downward force; the heaviness of a person or thing : he was at least 175 pounds in weight.• Physics the force exerted on the mass of a body by a gravitational field.Compare with mass .• the quality of being heavy : as he came upstairs the boards creaked under his weight.• a unit or system of units used for expressing how much an object or quantity of matter weighs.• any of several divisions based on relative lightness and heaviness into which boxers and wrestlers are classified for competition.• the surface density of cloth, used as a measure of its quality.• Printing the degree of blackness of a type font.

2 a heavy object, esp. one being lifted or carried.• a heavy object used to give an impulse or act as a counterweight in a mechanism.• a burden or responsibility.3 the ability of someone or something to influence decisions or actions : a recommendation by the committee will carry great weight.• the importance attached to something : individuals differ in the weight they attach to various aspects of a job.• Statistics a factor associated with one of a set of numerical quantities, used to represent its importance relative to the other members of the set."


Here is the dining room table after day two's activities.



Monday, 9 April 2012

Limited Edition Sketch Book - Day One



Jackie Morris first alerted me to the existence of The Art House Co-op and their Limited Edition Sketch Book Project. I love the idea of sketchbooks but I don't always use them, I have a lot, some full, many half empty. My partner has been worried that I've given up making images, making my own work. I have a variety of pieces of equipment that have been languishing whilst I go out and inspire children and adults of all abilities to use their creativity. He bought me one of the Art House sketchbooks as a way of trying to inspire me to make some work for me again.

It arrived months ago, I put it in a variety of safe places and convinced myself I'd lost it several times causing that heart stopping 'why aren't you a tidy person' panic to set in. Thankfully the sketchbook kept finding it's way back to me but its pages stayed alarmingly empty. Here was my problem, I don't  know what my story is anymore, so what would I put in this book? I am constantly divided between 'illustrative me' and 'slightly more conceptual me', it is easy to fall into safe ways of working, so I tend to deny myself the pleasure.

When I showed Jo Dacombe, my collaborator in Undiscovered Networks, the sketches I'd done during my visits to Snibston, she was very encouraging, understanding that sketches are marks on the road to more complete thoughts or ideas. My Mentors were less convinced and perhaps they were right, their preparatory work was wonderful. Seeing how other people work is inspiring, trying to find your own voice is hard. Finally I said to myself (and my friends)

"Okay - stop paperwork and funding applications and get on with your sketchbook project. It's tiny, it has 24ish pages - what are you so scared of?" and one very sensible friend replied "every new sketch book I always scribble on the first page - stops it being precious!" I had been working though, it was going on in my head. I was combining the elements I wanted to work with, drawn from resources I'd been gathering. I did keep forgetting what my theme was. I thought it was a journey but I'd actually opted for thread and surface, eventually I decided to combine to two.

So today I have been sitting, filling the pages with quick pencil drawings, I've filled every other page and tomorrow the work will continue. I have to finish by the 16th, so I'd better get moving!

 Petticoat sketches





Dictionary definition:-

"petticoat |ˈpetēˌkōt|
nouna woman's light, loose undergarment hanging from the shoulders or the waist, worn under a skirt or dress.• [as adj. ] informal often derogatory used to denote female control of something regarded as more commonly dominated by men : he was in danger of succumbing to the petticoat government of Mary and Sarah.ORIGIN late Middle English : from petty coat, literally [small coat.]"

Friday, 6 April 2012

The Meal - Documenting a Global Snack

Every week the Art House Co-op release a new participatory project and on the 24th of February I took part in The Meal - a Global Snack.

"Nothing makes us feel connected quite like sharing a meal together. On February 24th at 12pm Eastern Standard Time, thousands of strangers from around the world will sit down for a bite in unison and capture a shared experience at the exact same time. Take a photograph of yourself with your meal and mail it back to us. These simultaneous snapshots – self-portraits of people and their foods – will be exhibited in our storefront project space and made available online. Our aim is to inspire a feeling of community across geographic and cultural boundaries. So wherever you may be on February 24th at 12pm, keep your camera handy and something delicious nearby – and remember that thousands of strangers, both near and far, are sharing that meal with you." Art House Co-op

For me food is a battle not a pleasure, but I loved the idea of connecting with lots of other people sharing a meal. As the day approached I reread the instructions only to discover that I had to be in the picture too. Oh dear, I love being behind the camera and am appalling in front of it, what's more I only ever see the flaws and never the whole picture. This was going to be a challenge and one I would need help in executing. 

I set up the meal - toast, boiled egg, pomegranate with added props - wooden hand, long stemmed rose, card from a friend to give me courage.  I press-ganged Andrew Rushton into helping me take the shot - he's a fab photographer but he's not very patient or encouraging, he gets understandably frustrated, just as I make a good shape, my face moves, my hands move, I start biting my lip and gurning strangely. I find it difficult to show myself. It can take a long time to get one image I'm happy with.

Below are some of the less terrible trial shots.


Serious eating face


Misbehaving


Smelling the roses


Channeling Frida


Sadly out of focus


Old & tired. Are we done yet?


The final choice taken just at the right time - Now you see me, now you don't!

My photo arrived safely and you can see the exhibition here
You can see Andrew's more serious photographs on his Flickr stream

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Gravity - Love - Apples - Collaboration - Beginnings


I had hoped to write this for St Valentines Day but got tangled up in lost photographs and a missing poem. Whilst implementing mouse defences in the studio I came across part of the poem applied to various pieces of old work, so here it is, some thoughts on time, gravity, aprons, apples, temptation, experimentation and love.

Towards the end of the last century I found I was becoming troubled by my own working processes,  to some extent I am still torn and inhibited by the same conflicts - the desire to make something with materials that touch an actual support and the desire to use photographs, text, found images and digital manipulation to create images.

I had been involved in a school project which led to an afternoon spent at Newton's house, Woolsthorpe Manor. Newton's apple led me to an Apple Day event at Kirby Hall. There were many old and strange looking apples with wonderful names and terrible complexions. I have a very strong suspicion that the social historian Ruth Goodman was demonstrating how apples were used in bygone kitchens. 

There is something so evocative about an apple, I remember being a child in the school playground with a wonderful crisp red apple, children were rushing this way and that but I was lost in my own version of Snow White. I had just taken a bite from this most delicious apple, when I tripped over my own feet and the apple fell to the ground, ruined. 
  
Newton's Apple - monoprint and drawing
An Older Adam, Eve & Serpent - monoprint and drawing
An Apple Falling - Collagraph

In 2000 there were a series of workshops to encourage artists to apply to the Arts Council for one of the 1000 small grants to celebrate The Year of the Artist which took place between June 2000 and May 2001. Through a strange set of circumstances I found myself creating new work, in new ways at the Castle Theatre, Wellingborough in collaboration with artist Ruth Rignall and dancer Sam Ingram. For the Year of the Artist we called ourselves Pulling Together. Taking gravity as a theme, Pulling Together set out to explore the complex relationship between science and the human heart.

“Newton's apple, hurtling through space reminds us of the apple from the tree of knowledge, reminds us of how fast we are traveling in terms of science and technology. Our thirst for knowledge is often more pressing than our fear of the consequences, we tend to be equally fearless/reckless in terms of our emotions and our relationships. As artists we are driven by the passionate pursuit of ideas, as individuals we strive to find people who will offer us love, help, support or just a momentarily still point in a turning world.”


"We spent 10 days between April and May 2001 working together at the Castle on a performance piece incorporating these themes...........

"Density

The Inverse Square Law 
And just the fact that in physics 
there often seem to be things 
where there are lines or strata
Large Mass Small Volume
= High Density More Gravity

The nearer you are to something the more you feel it's gravitational pull - this effect fades at a rate expressed by the Inverse Square Law." Ruth Rignall - Gravity Booklet

This led to the creation of a textile piece / costume known as "Sleeve", a tubular garment made of materials that move through the spectrum of heavy (dense) to gossamer (fine). This could be worn in various ways and contained our thoughts on the Inverse Square Law. "

The interesting thing about this piece is we created without knowing we were describing density the diagram above, which made sense of our artifact, was drawn by Dr Matt Burleigh - it was one of those 'aha!" moments. We weighed every piece of fabric.


Sam rehearsing with Sleeve
The music for this piece of the performance was As Time Goes By - Julie London

Photograph by Kate Dyer
Photograph by Kate Dyer

We decided to take something domestic, the apron, as a device to pin our ideas about time, space, gravity and motion on; seeing parallels between kitchens and laboratories. We had three layers of apron for Sam to dance in, plus a host of bags, balls both string and felted and at one point she begged us not to make any more props for her to work with! The first was a pin striped suit apron lined with red, covered in pockets and stamped with useful scientific facts. 

"Apron
Attraction Accretion 
The gathering of mass, 
and its potential energy.

Mass is not the same as weight, 
weight is a measurement of the 
downward force of mass i.e.:
it relies on gravity - in space 
you are weightless
but not without mass

Einstein realised that mass 
has potential energy.

E = mc2

It is possible to defy gravity i.e.: 
make things go up not down, 
by expending energy." 

Ruth Rignall - Gravity Booklet

With the suit apron we wanted Sam to embody attraction, accretion, the gathering of mass and it's potential energy. For this section of the dance we had The Apron Sound Score specially composed by Phillipe Vandenhove.
Photograph by Kate Dyer

The second layer was a calico apron, lighter, less about the heavy world of work and much more about entropy, the front of the apron stated that the study of gravity was the study of motion. 
Dr Matt models the calico apron. 


The final layer was an organza apron. 

"Underneath the Apron....
Redshift / Blueshift

Movement as an antigravity device!

Doppler redshift: objects moving 
or spinning away from us appear 
redder than normal;objects moving 
or spinning towards us bluer

Gravitational redshift: thanks to 
Einstein's General Relativity, 
an object with an extremely 
high gravity will look slightly 
redder than expected." 

Ruth Rignall - Gravity Booklet


Photograph by Kate Dyer

Breathing Sound Score

Metrononome


During this project I started making digital images and my early attempts, as you can see, are quite basic. These were applied to the calico apron, framed as prints and projected during the performance. Both the images and the collaboration were the start of a radical shift in my practice and were a taste of a much longed for freedom. I also started working with fabric and learnt to make felt balls under the expert tuition of Heidi Street Ward - both felt and fabric have played quite a part in my working life since then.




Never could resist lichen on a headstone!
The image above and below were later reworked, with more layers added. The one above also became part of other images - I love this process of taking something from one image and building it inside another.

Gravity Poem

Gravity, love
An invisible 
Force urging or
Pulling together.

An apple falling.

The call of skin,

Of heart and mind.

Free falling,
Longing to catch
Each other.