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
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.
I’m thinking about how being present with the work adds to the art experience when people visit. I’m thinking about what reliance on ‘wall text’ removes from the dynamic in an art gallery. So far, we have no wall text describing the work. This exhibition is one in which people sit on the floor and chat, quite naturally and without being asked. It’s not one where they circle the gallery and read the walls. Every day is different.
One of the first things I find myself saying when people walk into the laboratory is “feel free to ask us questions!”
And if they look a bit uncertain about what they are looking at, I explain how dialogue is part of this process and we are interested in their impressions and responses too.
Yes, their impressions are more important to me than whether they ‘understand my work’. What I think I’m trying to say can change day by day, such is an artists life – this artist’s life? – I want to know what they see and think and there starts the conversation, there emerges the excitement of a meeting of minds (worlds).
Two students, came together, Sun and Hailee. I told them about Rapunzle when they asked, and the time she shaved her hair off.
Sun noticed that I’d left a needle hanging from the bottom of the basket and how it seemed to create a connection with the lilypad underneath.
He told me about the Chinese legend of the Monkey King, whose mother put him in the middle of a Lotus and floated him down a river and he was adopted by The Goddess of Mercy.
(I think Sun is looking the name up on his phone in the above photograph as he later showed me the Chinese – English translations.)
Today’s thoughts on why dialogic process is important to me.
A peek at my WhatsApp chat.
When the artwork is invisible, happening in the dialogue in ‘the space between’ how do you share it?
By writing about it and talking about it I suppose. But most importantly by demonstrating it. No, by being it.
The lived experience of art in action…
Maybe it remains a private thing, until the seeds of a dialogue spout and take root in our lives. There is the creativity I am most interested in.