Week 5;
Month: December 2019
Stirring in between spaces; whisperation, murmerette
ARTIST’S NOTEBOOK
Week 5
I’ve been on a quest
for the immediacy
The moment here.
The breath, the whisper
In the space between
The whisper of wind is unseen.
A visual artist makes visible
the invisible senses?
The hidden things
in between the spaces.
Negative space
Dark matter
Other world faces
Rain spatter.
Water floods and
fire takes to the sky
an elemental maelstrom
A sparkle in your eye.
I have been thinking about The Whisper
Whispering is defined as speaking very softly using ones breath instead of ones vocal chords.
This makes sense of the phrase “the whisper of wind”
Which, in turn, explains my sense that a whisper can touch, tickle, and stir movement in your state of being the way that wind can touch the skin.
Tickle
Buffet
Push mightly in gusts
Blow out the cobwebs
Play with your hair
Chill you to the bone
I tense myself against autumnal winds
Go giddy in the summer breeze at dusk
In all these ways the breath can speak to the body
The wind can carry sounds
and meanings
but it’s touch and impact is below sight
experienced with all the senses
or not noticed at all
like the whisper
‘the underground’ momentum
of the invisible river
on which I sail my boat.
Square Re-dressed
“A simple structure
An encounter
A conversation”
@kbwoodnews
Shifting Lines
The energetic shock of yellow was out in full force last night. We welcomed at least 80 students, staff, and friends to a PV finale on Thursday evening. Karen Wood had made yellow striped bandannas marking out the quadruplet who would descend upon her red black and white tape installation to rip it up and down, removing it from the walls (video here). It was a very fun way to end the project with our visitors.
I’d like to think Karen’s invitation gave our visitors the chance to experience art work as a moving thing not a fixed point in time and space.
An ending
A beginning
Word seeds
scattered to the wind
–
thank you Karen @kbwoodnews
for the playful invite
To set the double yellows
free
to fly with us
/
me
Grinning
Gesticulating
Prancing new lines
across the floor
Circling @kz1y19 to talk about inside/outside
Wearing old lines
That lifted us up up
and dragged us down down down
Like birds on the thermals
–
The excitement in the air
breathed in
invigorates me too and still
it’s memory fresh
the vision new
Maija re-dressed in tape, modelling ‘wall art’
A five second action
Double Yellows in Flight
6.30pm
at the Final Viewing
our guests bore witness…
Art hidden under lights
ARTIST’S DIARY
a word wander:
Susan Merrick’s
choice of materials
Bring you a playful step closer
to making the mystery of Imagination
your own every day.
In the space between,
the rejected feminine elements are
Laughing and whispering noisily across the gallery surfaces,
Making their presence known,
Pulling at the threads of things
Like mischievous ghosts.
I feel like I am 15 again
Susan is making everything fun.
I feel like I am 12
Playing ancient characters
from storybooks.
The process of reclaiming material from all ages, epochs and ocean beds will never look right under the glare.
Mud and guts of the world.
Utilitarian pins and nails and things.
Ashes in my mouth.
Tear it down before it’s done.
The art is hidden under the lights.
All the surprising combinations
blooming in the conditions set.
Defying ideas
Of what we thought we were doing.
A garden under lights.
Thursday
