Just back from my first run for over 18 months!
Tired muscles but the clearest of clear days at this time of year are a gift. High on the moors with running partner Eileen who has never given up on me.
Treading ancient tracks – stones worn by thousands of passages of human feet. Frozen ground, long glistening combs of hoar frost coating the tussocky grass. Warm sun.
Wild, empty, open – freedom.
Since writing the previous blog entry – ‘Making Order’ – a friend has directed me to the opening stanza of William Blake’s poem ‘Auguries of Innocence” which to my shame I didn’t know. To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour. In searching for the exact quote on the web I was lead down surprising avenues of fractal geometry, the cosmos and the space between 0 and 1.
Fascinating stuff – which my brain is struggling to cope with – and which I …
I have made two installation pieces in gallery101….‘Hieroglyph’ and ‘Order’
I want to talk about the second one first. Order Around the time I was invited to display my work at the V&A, I had been tussling with the notion of making a really large stone drawing ‐ something beyond my own expectations – something that would fill your field of vision ‐ to be visually ‘inside’.
But the logistics of making such a
Two very interesting days in gallery 101.
Two tables of sketchbooks, samples and work in progress.
Many visitors, sometimes 2 -3 deep at the table, sometimes a lone soul.
Always good to meet people and had many fascinating conversations.
Some stayed for the whole 3 hours – some for 5 minutes. One of the nicest moments of the two days was when I was given a spontaneous (and tight!) farewell hug from a little girl who had spent the most of the afternoon with us, talking, playi
I was recently given a stone of the most extraordinary proportions. It is 14 times as long as it is wide. It is 13.6 x 0.9cm It is beautiful, fine, smooth and slender with a quality of weight and shape that is suggestive of an ancient tool with which to write or for modelling clay. And yet it is perfectly natural ‐ just as the sea chucked it onto the shore. The beach it is from is a stone beach.
In the big sky landscape of Northumberland 14 miles due west of Newcastle, Friday night saw the studio opening of good friend, Richard Kidd. Richard paints landscapes. Large, gestural, freely abstract canvases full of energy and movement evoking the wild rugged land of Scotland.
This week I have spent three very full days within the V&A museum.
I have been looking, drawing, writing, researching, photographing (photographed), giving a talk in the gallery and extending my extremely limited I.T / technical skills a little further. I have also been closeted for very many hours with the most stunning textiles
which lie concealed, in row upon row of drawers in the museum’s textile store. A major part of the residency is to: “create a new work in direct response to the diverse and comprehensive textile collection at the V&A.
1969: Shirebrook Comprehensive School ‘Careers Convention’
and I ask the then Head of Chesterfield College of Art “I’m not great at it but I think I want to do art. How do I know if it’s the right choice?”
“The only advice I can give is that you have to want to do it. REALLY want to do it. Want to do it more than anything else”
Well to my bolshy pre16 way of thinking that didn’t help at all.
Notebook entry: Wednesday 10 August 2005. Alpes Maritime Clues de Barles, near Digne. Pressed biscuit thin perpendicular ribs of rock, Lined one after another like a vertical mille feuille pastry sharp and incised worn into a deep smooth cleft snaking hundreds of feet upwards towards sky. Fine, thin ice cream wafers of rock fanning out from hillside. Later: massive storm.
Notebook entries: Monday 11 July 2005 10.30am. High on top of Petit Vignmale in French Pyrenees. Exposed drops to right and high on left above glacier. Clear sun, cool breeze. Rock, hard and folded – thrust upwards. Startling red layers abutting grey.