17 March 2011

I was in the 'hidden' Museum the other day collecting basketry materials I have had stored there, and was instantly back in the special atmosphere of stillness, silence, warmth, and a plethora of miscellaneous objects. The stuff has stayed as there was a complex arrangement necessary to transport natural materials into the building in case they carried disease. So once in, the willow and bark, rush and Iris leaves, stayed until used up or no longer needed. Everything, tightly wrapped in heavy polythene and sealed with parcel tape, went into the Conservation Dept freezer, to be kept at minus 30 degrees for 3 days and then brought slowly back up to room temperature. Everything came out fine, a bit to my initial amazement, but is brittle and will shatter when just taken out of the cold – heavy gauntlets very necessary! So I back packed stuff home and have another small amount to collect, the last of my physical presence in the Museumfor the moment.

The room I collected from is part of the magic back corridors and spaces tucked away behind lost doors – hidden collections everywhere. Here were rows of mannequins, waiting for their debut, rails of clothes, static but also waiting, clothes for the Grace Kelly tour, stands for information, waiting blindly for their texts. I was enthralled by the repetitions and flashes of light and reflection, more excited than I have been for a while. These images will stay.

The larger Studio in the Sackler Centre has a lost door from it, not open to the public, onto an Escher staircase, rich red paint, many floors, square stone banister rails, round and round, or square after square. As you came up it the Studio was announced as ‘European Ornament’ and I was pleased to fill that role. At the moment there is a photographer there, and there are many Open Studio sessions where the public can see work, finished and in progress, and talk with the Artist. There is a Poet working next door too, so double treat. At ground level there is an entry for collection and delivery which you can see into from Exhibition Road, curved roof, colourful tiles, spectacular.

During my Residency I was struck that although there weren’t many baskets in the Museumon show in the Museum(Japan Gallery and the British Gallery have some) there was a large number of baskets of various designs used everywhere but, as so often, completely unregarded. They are used by many curatorial staff and others for carrying small items of the collection around the Museum. Most are square (which term covers rectangular in basketry) and shallow, so deep trays and all are of fine English make, as far as I could see. Who made them? When were they acquired by the Museum? Are the accounts for these tucked away in a file somewhere? It was a delight to see them being carried about, so strong, and well made. When Rupert Faulkner brought baskets form the Japancollection to the Studio (more later) her brought them in an oval shopper with cross handle and said it was the safest way.
17 March 2011
I am resuming my basket blog with as much vigor as the new willow, late to leaf here in Kent this year because of all those nights well below freezing. But here it comes, filling my car as I have to drive stuff home. My first batch was cut by friends at a delightful small holding of long standing, a small market garden, where basketmakers planted a willow patch about 10 years ago.

The cutting parties involve coffee and cake in sun or cold and are delightful occasions, surrounded by orchard, large vegetable plot, hens clucking. This is the rural image of the willow world. Lucky are those who can conform to this way of living with space and the outdoors. A far cry from the industrial basketmaking of the cities in the last several hundred years, in cramped conditions, cold, damp, relentless. If you can find a copy of ‘A Basketful of Memories’ by Thomas Okey, (London 1903) it will paint a true picture of this life.

Thomas Okey was a remarkable man who started off his basketmaking in Spitalfields as an apprentice to his father, living in poverty and working long tiring hours. He educated himself at Toynbee Hall night classes and was able, in the 1880’s, to travel with like minded people who formed the Toynbee Travellers, to Europe. The first ever trip was to Italywith 80 East Enders, an experience which changed his life. He became tutor in Italian at Toynbee Hall in his forties and finally was appointed Professor of Italian at Cambridge, a far cry from the damp Spitalfields cellar. He wrote a wonderful manual of basketry in 1912, ‘The Art of Basketry’ (now available from www.basketassoc.org) part of which we would now see as sexist, women lacking, in his eyes, the strength to work with willow. In my view it is one of the very best willow manuals ever published. Working through that will teach so much and give great advice on good technique and methods of work. It is one of the great books. His portrait can be seen in the Art Workers Guild, Queens Square, London, top left as you face the speaker.
But I digress: willow in the porch, willow in shallow water troughs in the back garden, waiting for bud burst so it can be peeled, all this is the beginning – blog and work.
14 October 2009

This is the Crafts Council craft event, two weeks of delicious things exhibited in a pavilion in the courtyard of Somerset House so surrounded by fine building of a serious nature. Inside are stalls, shops, booths - describe them as you wish, but each has an individual craftsperson displaying their finest products and willing to talk and show and, of course, sell to you or negotiate a commission. It is a treat and an eye-opener and this year is a good one. The layout is a little different and gives a greater sense of space, and I think they may be, deliberately, a smaller number of exhibitors.
Being there is an undertaking, a full week (the two weeks have different craftspeople) and talking a lot but always to interested and informed people. This year the emphasis with interventions and installations, though not the craftspeople, is basketry to connect with the V&A Residency being for a contemporary Basketmaker. I have been involved with this aspect of the Fair and have helped select eight artists to provide structures for the six internal spaces between stands and two outside larger scale works. They all look really great and are attracting a lot of interest. Inside there are pieces by Dail Behennah, Elizabeth Murton, Shuna Rendel, Laura Street, Kazuhito Takadoi, Lois Walpole. Outside you can gaze up at interlaced white willow structures by Laura Ellen Bacon, or linger under a bamboo roof, open to the sky, a drawing on a blue background when I last saw it, by Lee Dalby. More detail of all these in my next posting but in the meantime go along and try your hand at a bit of basketry too.
Shane Waltener is leading a ‘basket hack’, an interactive have-a-go activity in a large space at one end. The students from the City Lit Basketry courses ( good place to learn - more later) are helping out and transforming everyday objects, colanders, sieves, other baskets, with coiling, plaiting and various techniques of a classic nature used entirely otherwise.
A few of us went for a day at the City Lit to see what it was all about and enjoyed it, and the results will be most interesting and probably, bizarre! I shall see later in the week. You can just have a go fo a short time and talk to those also working away. Enjoyable in the middle of lots of looking.
Shane is also involved in a Birmingham project concurrently, installing that last Friday so have a look at that too.
Event: Make Do and Mend - Family Textile Workshop at BMAG
Birmingham Museum, 30th October 2009
Join artist Shane Waltener for this fun textile workshop; Unravel a treasure chest of colourful knitted and stitched garments and use the recycled yarn to create a stitched and knotted masterpiece which can be added to Shane's work in the exhibition 'Taking Time: Craft and the Slow Revolution'.
11am till 4pm in the Waterhall Seminar Room.
Free, drop-in and suitable for all ages
http://www.bmag.org.uk/
13 October 2009
This, a couple of weeks ago, happened in the Sackler Centre of the V & A as well as all over
The Crafts Council put together an exhibition of works for the built environment, providing a CD and exhibits. Ptolemy Mann with her richly coloured textiles with some documentation of her major design schemes for built surface. Charlie Whinney had a small piece from the series he had in Harvey Nichols shop windows.

These swirls and curves of wide steamed wood are an interesting adjunct to the net inside my room and the heap of paper tape I snapped when I first had the Studio. Dramatic stuff, unfortunately sagging a bit with gravity, so it had to be ducked under but this providing a good close up of the texture and grain. Easily hauled up again luckily, but a side light on the rigours of hanging shows of 3D work.
The Harvey Nichols (one of Knightsbridge very smart shops, near Harrods) windows were spectacular. I first saw them on a bus on an early morning ride and had to leap off to get a close look. Fifty metres or so of curve and drama, whole trunks incorporated, with decorative features, which I thought a bit fussy and unnecessary but others liked. The lines were enough for me.
Harvey Nicks has a history of paper carrier bags with basket printed on the side going back decades. I have an old one with willow weaving print and a second, more recent, with split wood basket. It is interesting and odd this nostalgia for woven things on non woven materials.
My local university had doughnuts delivered in shallow cardboard boxes with basket pattern round the side for many years. Why do we need that? Is it a reminder of things past? Is it a touch of rurality brought back to our lives? When did we start needing that? I have an early plastic basket (1940’s?) with weaving molded into it, and today at ‘Origin’, the Crafts Council’s showcase for the crafts and LOVELY to visit, has a basketry interactive installation with bought baskets some of which are woven plastic thread. Why bother to weave?

More of Origin in the next posting but do go. Basketry is high priority this year. www.craftscouncil.org.uk
15 September 2009

This is a show of contemporary basketry in the Barbican library foyer, showing the world that the craft is no longer what people instantly imagine. No shoppers here, though I love to see them in other exhibitions and still love to teach those traditional skills which it is so important to maintain. More of that, and the Heritage Crafts Association another time.
But here are diverse sculptural objects, threads, wires, willow, and much more, professionally set out in cases with surface broken with covered flat plinths - can plinths be flat?– setting the objects up really well against light backgrounds. More, larger, pieces are on the walls.
All are works by Basketry Plus, a group who have emerged from the
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Their title, The Upsett, is a nice play on words, the first few rows of weaving up the side of a traditional basket being the upsett. With those rows you are getting everything set up and organized, but the group is also keen to upset the perception of basketry. They are showing the audience that, as a craft, it has two sides, which interact and have crossovers but here is the contemporary, full of personal discovery.
All the exhibitors here have traditional skills, not only UK ones, taught them at the City Lit so have a good base to work from but now they use them as they wish – scary freedom! The exhibition is fascinating and fun too – check it out.
04 September 2009

I went off to this exhibition not expecting to be so interested, but not knowing a great deal either. But it was rich and ornate and elaborate in the ways I had anticipated but also much more absorbing. A huge show – too big for one visit but I picked and mixed, and enjoyed the caned chairs early on, with their tall backs and close mesh caning. I have recently repaired some seats and backs of chairs of either 1690’s or, it now seems more likely, about 1706, for a large Sussex estate but brought in from the Netherlands by earlier family members with the advent of caned furniture in this country. So details of joins and pattern were of interest. I was particularly looking for joins in the centre of the mesh, very rare later but to be seen in a chair of 1690 in Dover Museum, indicating, I think, the high value of the material. I had never thought of these high backed chairs with their barley twists as being right at the forefront of the baroque.
It was also new to me that baroque was a global style, flourishing in Europe and then spreading through a colonial world. I should have guessed, as I know something of the widespread trade in medieval times, but my art education is patchy, mostly picked up by buying Medici postcards at school, flimsy things but ten a week being displayed every week at 1d each. These were reinforced by a five minute art history session one morning a week, starting with Giotto and being a three year course. I saw and heard it twice. Enlightened and enlightening.
Back to the exhibition: the other piece that absorbed me particularly was a large plump Madonna, wooden with a painted dress of flowers and sprigs, which has also stayed in my head. I came back, ten days into the residency and with the first Open Studio looming and with an almost empty Studio to play with some of the plastics, wires and strings I had there to make something that people could handle and investigate. Nothing like being able to touch. Barley sugar spirals were the start, seen in abundance on altars and sculptural work, elaboration on the already elaborate, rich gold. Brilliant yellow washing line, magic useful stuff at the
moment , became a spiraled curly piece with some humour which can be arranged in a number of ways. Open Studio visitors had many variations but my OPA (Outside professional assistant) who was with me through the afternoon came up with my favourite and I have now fixed it more or less her way. I am better pleased with it than I expected. I also had a ‘go’ at the Madonna embroidery with a different washing line (I will write just about this material sometime) sewn with fine dark purple wire. It took forever and I am not sure it is going anywhere but these ideas sometimes sit for months and then develop. That is what continues to make making interesting for me.
20 August 2009
It is already hard now to recall those first feelings in the Studio. My workshop at home sounds a more artisanal thing than artist’s space although I no longer make functional items regularly. Here was a mix of amazement, anticipation, questioning, wariness, delight. What did I have here? Little, it seemed, apart from remnants of the previous occupant, a Product Designer, who left long red strings from the lighting gantries, a few origami light shades for mini bulbs and a useful workbench. The strings, now carefully kept for an odd continuity, needed an ultra tall ladder for removal, and all else has been swept way – good antidote for my fantasy of occupation, only to be for a miniscule moment in the life of this great place.
Looking around provided cues and clues – the floor, hard echoey concrete, has marvellous patterns of a kind that appeal to me: curves and lines, wet sand patterns in swirling waters.


The cover for the computer terminal is definitely my style. A huge board on a major wall, 6 or 7 m high, asks for an installation but hanging anything will involve the ladder men again, or even scaffolders. Lao’s wobbly red shelves, also kept, are empty. I start to keep my coffee cups with their clear white spots. Until I have materials everything is precious.
Outside are clues: posters on the wall of the Science Museum apply to me here. I am in ‘A World of Cracking Ideas’, maybe not the one Wallace and Grommit inhabit but who is to say? I am surrounded here by ‘cracking ideas’. All the exhibits, as I walk to and fro, getting lost in those early days, shout ‘ ideas, ideas’, mine in immediate response but centuries of ideas from others, the collectors, curators, the public, donors who have built the collections.
“Extraordinary Collections’ applies equally here, in spades, and I look forward to getting brief but important glimpses into the Stores with help from one or two Curators. A treat in store.

So here I am for 6 months, several weeks already gone, feeling I am in tune with the wall opposite saying ‘Fly me to the Moon’. Here I am, flown to the moon, with a whole new way of living, being metropolitan for the first time since being a student, being largely in one place, also novel in a freelance life, being surrounded with specialists whose scholarship I much admire and whose conversation I enjoy, varied teaching with a range of groups plus the visitors from whom I am already learning so much. Can I keep up, I wonder?
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