I started to read the pages for this week….doing what I normally do an read them pretty quickly to get to the end and find out what I’m meant to be doing.
But being already incredibly late with this assignment, I thought what’s the hurry…I’ve blown the timing any way. Then the title …take time… struck me.
Having never heard of any of the artists mentioned in the text I looked them up as I read.
I found Anselm Kiefer’s work very moving, some of it quite disturbing. I didn’t really comprehend the scale until an image with people standing in front of it came up. Then I understood why size gets attention. I wanted to be there to experience the scale. I then tried to imagine if it would have had the same effect if the work was a lot smaller and decided no.
Mary Ruth Smiths work had me peering so close to my computer screen there are nose marks on it…how did she do that. I thought her work would have worked on a larger scale……but the time involved….eek!
I looked up The American Visionary Museum, I immediately found my self smiling and quietly laughing; at the outside, the inside, the whole thing…..what a brilliant thing for art to achieve…and I’m not even there! I came across a picture of the woodland waterfall with red bungalow and was sure it was a woven tapestry, when I finally found some blurb on it, it’s paint on a wire screen.
Which brought to mind some Van Gough letters to other artists, when Van Gough was accused of sketching to quickly by Gaugin he replied Gaugin looked too quickly…..as 14 famous artists were concealed in the sketch. Happens to us all!
I had to really think about obsessive. Obsession seemed something you’d try and avoid. Something not quite right with an obsessive person. But on thinking more, and carrying on reading, would that mater if you create art that sings and makes you happy? I guess only when obsession holds you back through…I must…I need… ignoring the wider world does it become a problem?
Big I understood…big!
It was interesting lookingat Liza Lou, Nathalie Miebach & El Anatsui and I guess this is where personal preference comes in. I found the bead work, blew me away…first of all…then I understood obsession. I enjoy the continuous mile and the ethics behind it.I really enjoyed the other artists works. That got me thinking why. In the end I came up with the bead work was replicating every day stuff, exactly, in another medium. The others were taking every day objects and transforming them.
So what did I do? Well I’ve included a few photos of “what I did on my holidays”! I couldn’t use what I had, as I didn’t have anything with me…apart from my small “loom” and a few beads. This caused quite a lot of consignation at airport security! I stitched the beads on to the little pice of weaving I’d done with string.
Then in a market, there were lots of dry pulses, so I brought a very small amount and made some shapes with them just by places and moving….no sticking! in our room.
Travelling home, the airport floor was amazing shiny stone, with masses of space and I was all for making more shapes on the floor. My son, who came with me, was aghast I should even consider such a thing…especially as he said I wearingorange tights and cardigan and wasn’t exactly inconspicuous! I guess that would have been obsessive? By the way colour is interesting I would never have called my clothing orange!
Do I normally work big or obsessively….I think probably neither. Ceramics is dependent on colleges kiln size and the others work, textile is dependent on what I have or can get. But dancing with broom and paint is on the cards for the summer in the garden.
For my clearing out…I took a slightly different tack, as I wouldn’t be at home..and took the bare minimum as hand luggage with me. Was I short of anything…no… I still didn’t use one cardigan and a pair of tights. Next time I’ll try even less.
I think I’m beginning to understand learning to make and take time, understanding but not succeeding……but some times yes, it happens, thats progress.