Mysterious Secret Door

The crystal gate 

vibrates in welcome

Deep toned rich toned

music it makes

Refracting white and glowing deep 

colours of the heart.

A wisdom sleeps

beyond this door

A prison keeps you

from knowing more

Shake off your

shoulders the encrusted

silt and free your

Limbs from the vigorous vine

you must will it

Truly fully ask it

knowing it will meet you

Beyond the secret door 

Willpower 2017

Inside/Outside… in the gallery

Gallery spaces often feel strange to me. I didn’t grow up going to galleries, I did go to museums, but they definitely felt ‘other’ to me. Art didn’t feel other to me though, but Art as a practice, as a way of considering life, possibilities, change….. that was not something I was aware of. And having any kind of life around Art just didn’t feel like an option to me. Partially this was growing up in the 80s near Hull on the East Yorshire coast. Partly it was a lack of exposure, it certainly wasn’t something my parents were in to!

Shoot forward to now and I am a practicing Artist….. meaning to me that I am an artist, I make work, and I have consistent themes that I work with, that interest me or that I am passionate about. But there are elements of my younger self that remain. My suspicion of ‘other’ spaces. My suspicion of ‘other’ language. It made entering gallery spaces initially a few years ago (as an artist) pretty overwhelming. This overwhelm quickly turned to an aversion, but then to an opportunity. I generally want to use my understanding of this fear, this aversion, this sense of ‘not belonging’ to ensure that I invite audiences in. That audiences feel invited. That they feel they can come in and understand, or not understand, and talk or look or listen, and not feel shame or total displacement…… unless that’s the point!

This week we are all installing/creating work in the gallery at Winchester. It is an incredible space. Big, light, airy, in a wonderful central position within the campus but also with the public thorough way running right past it. But the ever old problem remains, how do we get the OUTSIDE IN? Or the INSIDE OUT? OR anything inbetween!?

I have brought my clothing exchange into the space, the clothing, the outers that I have been given. I will exchange these for the audiences outers, the pieces of themselves they are willing to share.

I also brought along my tin can telephone. Tins and string, allowing for simple communication between two people or things. I tested this out through the window of the space, to see if anyone wanted to talk to me…. they did not.

Tina Sanchez and I tested this out with her own work. Her large scavenged sculpture that bends and groans, rings, dings and crashes around you, it invited you to scrape, bang, hit and play with it, it invites you in. We attached the tin cans and spoke to each other through the work, through the wires and the sticks.

Can anyone hear me? Sarah Misselbrook asked from her mountain at the start of this project. I join this question with…

Can anyone hear us? Can anyone see us? Is anyone there?

Lilo in a puddle.

After being by the pond for a while I wanted to get in some water.

I had a discussion with two other Artists about what this could be, and we created a verbal risk assessment/critique in order to explore this.

What did I want to achieve? How deep was the pond? What are the risks of getting in the pond? What can we do to limit these risks? How do we mitigate the risk of being denied permission?

The pond was deep. My stick (measuring stick from the near by grassy area!) couldn’t reach the bottom and most of the depth was a sticky weedy muddy mess that would suck my legs in…. it was also freezing. Getting on and off the lilo was undoubtedly going to lead to me falling in. Was this in any way the point? No.

So. I had spotted a very large puddle in the car park when I had arrived. I took my lilo and one of the older lily pads that had come loose, and instead got in the puddle. It became another extension to my bubble. The water acted as another layer of safety or confinement (as it did with the Lady of Shallot – see previous post). It protected me from others, but alongside that the act of being on the puddle, the act of playfulness, of ridiculousness, invited conversation, from the men working in the grounds, and then the canteen staff who saw me doing it.

I had accidentally happened upon a way of connecting, between people, between artists and other staff at the uni. Between those involved and those not. Inside. Outside. Inbetween.

Lilo in the pond…..

Last week after I had started to talk about clothing and our exteriors as part of our bubbles.

Everyday when I get up and get dressed I see a print I have in my room of The Lady of Shallot. The painting by William Waterhouse (Tate Britain) based on the poem of the same name by Tennison.

A woman dissenting.

A woman shut INSIDE a tower, and due to a curse only ever able to look at the OUTSIDE (Camelot) by watching through a mirror. She falls in love, with Lancelot (his reflection and voice), and her dissent is in turning to look directly, ignoring the curse, wanting to get a look at something real!

The mirror breaks and she head down to the river to sail in a boat to Camelot, but dies along the way……

Soooooooo much in this, and lots of sticky stuff to comment on with regard to feminism, but I wanted to simply think about this in relation to our themes. Inside/outside and dissent.

So. I chose some clothing (my outer) that replicated her dress. I became (outwardly and perhaps inwardly) a Lady of Shallot for the day as I headed to Winchester. I went straight to the Rotunda, the round building on campus that we have been using, which is surrounded by a moat, full of reeds and lily pads. I took out my bubble, and unravelled it, I blew more air into it, to become a lilo again. I lay it on the pond……. and then I became outer again. It was cold. I couldn’t tell how deep it was, and I didn’t want to get the whole group of artists kicked out of the uni by my climbing into the pond. I decided to sit OUTSIDE the pond. With the lilo below me. I considered what MIRRORS we use now to see the world, and how the lady of shallot may dissent today. Instagram perhaps? Social media? And when we want something real do we leave our phones and devices? Can we? How many post likes did we get? How do we show our inner world and connect to the outer world?

we have them in our world

Within and like a virus we have spread, developing in neurological and ethereal spaces, our words permeate and spawn into material works ,here they inhabit, in multiple places , ever expanding the virus will now spread further, into water entering as ghosts unseen Dissent manifests………..

cof

Vulnerability and the Value of Not Knowing

This is my first post since I’ve started on site. One day exploring along the river with Karen Wood so far and lots of conversations via WhatsApp and Instagram. Countless thoughts and feelings, ideas and wonderings.

And one of the wonderings is what the hell I’m doing.

It’s not really a problem, I always come to this stage, I just don’t always admit it. On a residency people usually need me to seem confident, in control, and clear about where I’m heading. This time I’m giving myself permission to be more honest.

Being openly yourself in a place you don’t know, with people you don’t know, as part of a collaboration that has no set way of working or fixed outcome, is an incredibly vulnerable position to be in.

Not knowing is a rich place where all the sensations of place, body and emotion can mix and swirl and flow. And after a while they will cluster and tell me what I need to do next. That’s how my process works. But again I don’t always say that out loud.

Multiple Exposure Image – Collaboration with Susan Merrick, Maija Liepins and Karen Wood

When I work in education we talk about the value of not knowing, and the importance of being open to being taken in new directions. We also talk about how that can feel uncomfortable, and that structure and mutual support is necessary, alongside documentation of the process, so you can look back, reflect on what you have said/made/seen and so realise that you do ‘know’ what you are doing. But that feeling your way forward, followed by a retrospective piecing together, is a different kind of knowing to what is often valued, or which can be easily articulated.

Playing in the river with a doll body and a tape drawing. Photo by Karen Wood

“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct.” – Carl Jung

I guess what I have been doing so far is playing. Play is so often misunderstood. It is seen as something that children do, and children in turn are seen as less than adults.

I can’t say what is going in the exhibition in the Winchester Gallery yet. I can’t say what I will have learnt at the end of this process yet, I can’t say what I will take on from this to seed new projects and beginnings. But I know l that I will make what I need to, I will learn what is needed (within the context of the place and people that I am sharing the experience with) and that my practice will be all the richer for it.

This isn’t the post that I was going to write – it was going to be all about what I’ve done and why, with neatly made links and well chosen images. But I’m trying to keep open a space to play so that I don’t close things down too soon.

Karen Wood drawing in response to our explorations of the River Itchen

For now I have some loose clusters of ideas, some images of playful moments spent on-site, and a question that I am asking myself and the rest of the LOD2 team.

The key areas I’ve been exploring are:

  1. Water inside and outside the body. Rivers of blood and water (including medical processes and sampling)
  2. Play and its links with no. 1 (boats, dolls, toys, paddling, laughter and fun)
  3. Flooding and burning as a result of climate breakdown (in connection with Andy Jones)
  4. Seeing/being beyond boundaries (and its link with the damage done through our inability to perceive ourselves as continuous with the ‘More than Human World’ – see no. 2)
  5. Linking with all of the above – embodied and artful ways of knowing and their place in preparing for an uncertain future

And the key question that’s occupying me at the moment:

Q. Is Dissent a privilege of the Insider? (having the freedom to choose to step outside rather than living there)

outside the perimeter

Outside by Perimeter – conversational poetry read by kbwoodnews
drawing #kbwoodnews
by Sharon Harvey – Wed 13 November 2019

outside the perimeter

thanks Sharon 
for drawing with us
joining in the fun
of being on
the go
outside
the perimeter
of a school of art
revisiting of old
your haunts
sharing river memories
of lochness monsters
of sharks

making new memorials
inclusive
of James’s #bodyplace
“memory of feet”
of toes squeezing mud
in the river flow

me noting
James floating
AndyJones word of partaken
mapped with Bluey
on his viking burial ground
drawn taped recycled
on his own personal
lilo
handmade
to take him into
the other world
with these words
flowing out of my head
fast
speeding past

did you know
my otherworldwords
have arrived
in a cyclical
coming home
i rejoiced
for they have
honoured me
with their residence

i dub today
my “dialogue Saturday”
yes Dave
i can
talk all day
i thank CAS
for this portal
to shout out my words
to be heard
or not
they shall be

 James Sharon Maija Andy
those I encountered
facetoface
on Wednesday this week
together with #insideoutside
virtual dialogue

 we have all played
in childlike fascination
although i call it
my natural
base state
watching
listening
sharing
feeling anew
on our station
#crosspollination

i am still trying
to understand
the disentire meaning
explained to me
in black with white
by Maija
by many

words
of who we meet
of who we are
are more explanatory
to me
alongside us
on our associate path
from here
i hear you
SaraMisselbrook
from over there

plus words with actions
SusanMerrick
floating on a lilo
on my carpark lines
of yellow over white
over the grit of grey
hidden under a puddle
for me to explore
another day

i digress
back to Sharon’s drawing
above
words in explanation
of how i feel
my ‘literal’
visual meaning
on show
I would rather
be in action
making drawing
talking sharing
noticing the words
which flow
in explanation
of each encounter
within without
inside outside
of our LIVE
dissenting
laboratory show
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