Stirring in between spaces; whisperation, murmerette

ARTIST’S NOTEBOOK
Week 5

Night Visits

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.

“Am I talking to an exhibition?”

ARTIST’S NOTEBOOK
Week 4, Thursday

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.

Using the space, the art, in process, connecting with collaborators not physically here.

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.

“This exhibition makes me feel like I’m in a fairytale.” – Hailee

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.

Kimvi interprets my work through re-arranging it (Tuesday)

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.)

Right after this picture was taken, our second visitor arrived. Hello, hello!
“Am I talking to an exhibition?” he said

Today’s thoughts
on why dialogic process is important to me.

A peek at my WhatsApp chat.

Digesting‘, Thursday, Whats App Words with Sarah Misselbrook

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.

Notes for The Square

Axis Cards

(Games for self-reflection)

No / yes (in/out)
React / Reflect
The Undefined Unknown / The Remembered Past
Shouldering the burden / An alternative / Bypassing Responsibility

To be continued…

Where is the Dissent?

I feel a bit vulnerable about this post, because it is a true unedited reflection of my morning thoughts.

Morning of Tuesday 15 October 2019

I would like to, in the course of my group residency, find a moment of dissent I can call my own.

Is it possible to find a deeper truth?

I always thought truth would be firm enough to stand on, at least for a moment, like a stepping stone in the river. Until then, my intentions are to show up for a dialogue. To show up without an agenda that would contextualise my actions… so it will be uncomfortable.

It will be uncertain.
But I will be open to possibilities,
I will be open to influence
And in the flux I will find my
standing place:
Balancing the inside with the outside

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