Ahh watering the plants...
white cabbages, red cabbages, tomatoes, runners beans, peas and figs.
And many more I don't know the name of.
But I don't need to know.
I come back to them every week,
And see the difference.
They look different from my previous stare
But I keep working with them
Nurture them,
Accidentally stand on them
Interference.Positive/negative I don't know.
And the outcome..
sweet juicy tomatoes or watery cabbage soup
I don't know.
Ah but how I enjoy watering those plants.....
Showing posts with label unconsciousness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unconsciousness. Show all posts
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Thinking Space. Sarah Sze, Baltic Centre of Contempoary Art, Newcastle.
Date Visited 01.07.09
Colour and form hit you when you walk into the exhibition space on the fourth floor of the Baltic, Newcastle and then the mass of objects. 'Ecosystems', cleverly constructed around the space, made up of everyday objects such as plants, floor lamps, tape measures, paper, wool plastic, burnt paper, pins...the small everyday objects we all take for granted. One can only say that the path that is taken around this installation is integral to each individuals experience. Playful manipulation of the space, lines of blue and red wool, pull taught from wall to wall, inhibiting viewing, the neon orange of an electric cable zips underneath, drawing the viewers eye to a spiral of colour in some far away point. The careful tracks one has to take in order not to stand on some miscellaneous object and then be stopped instantly as you are about to walk into something in front of you. Measurement tape on the floor. On first viewing this and the positioning of many other objects seems random, accidental but looking again means thinking again, seeing again. Nothing in this exhibition is random. Is it? Positioning is far too controlled but at the same time be planned out to the nth degree? Impossible. The exhibition space has been played with, experimented with. Like a studio it seems that Sze has used the space to experiment with her objects, play with her material, highlight the idiosyncrasies of this space, playing, placing, re-placing. A site of discovery, which can only come from knowing a space, thinking space.
Tension. In movement of the viewer and in objects. A craft knife positioned in front of a fine line of elastic. On tenterhooks.
Part object, part sculpture? Sculptural/structural? Not dream like but made real by those objects that are apart of all our lives. The material asks no questions. And that's fine. There is always that want to know. Why the artist has chosen that material, how and why does the material perform. But it doesn't have to. Because once we know theres a tendency to have cracked it! We understand now! It is all clear and makes more sense! The haze has cleared!
But not this time. I don't want to know, I want the constant fuzz, I am happy to walk away from this exhibition and just marvel in the beauty of our every day objects.
Colour and form hit you when you walk into the exhibition space on the fourth floor of the Baltic, Newcastle and then the mass of objects. 'Ecosystems', cleverly constructed around the space, made up of everyday objects such as plants, floor lamps, tape measures, paper, wool plastic, burnt paper, pins...the small everyday objects we all take for granted. One can only say that the path that is taken around this installation is integral to each individuals experience. Playful manipulation of the space, lines of blue and red wool, pull taught from wall to wall, inhibiting viewing, the neon orange of an electric cable zips underneath, drawing the viewers eye to a spiral of colour in some far away point. The careful tracks one has to take in order not to stand on some miscellaneous object and then be stopped instantly as you are about to walk into something in front of you. Measurement tape on the floor. On first viewing this and the positioning of many other objects seems random, accidental but looking again means thinking again, seeing again. Nothing in this exhibition is random. Is it? Positioning is far too controlled but at the same time be planned out to the nth degree? Impossible. The exhibition space has been played with, experimented with. Like a studio it seems that Sze has used the space to experiment with her objects, play with her material, highlight the idiosyncrasies of this space, playing, placing, re-placing. A site of discovery, which can only come from knowing a space, thinking space.
Tension. In movement of the viewer and in objects. A craft knife positioned in front of a fine line of elastic. On tenterhooks.
Part object, part sculpture? Sculptural/structural? Not dream like but made real by those objects that are apart of all our lives. The material asks no questions. And that's fine. There is always that want to know. Why the artist has chosen that material, how and why does the material perform. But it doesn't have to. Because once we know theres a tendency to have cracked it! We understand now! It is all clear and makes more sense! The haze has cleared!
But not this time. I don't want to know, I want the constant fuzz, I am happy to walk away from this exhibition and just marvel in the beauty of our every day objects.
Friday, 5 June 2009
Drawing/sculpture/Installation as research
The works above are a selection of images from my final degree show. The works explore notions of space, perception, representation, re-representation, drawing, sculpture and installation. I plan to use this work whilst it is currently still installed as a starting point to generate new works. I intend to go in every day for the next week and draw from the exhibition, using various materials. This then keeps this idea of drawing and sculpture on the same level; construction, deconstruction, reconstruction.
Monday, 1 June 2009
Degree Show Finale
The week of viewing has finished and I just wanted to write some thoughts about it.
Why 4o'clock closing, we could have had one late night until 8/9 o'clock and had free York St John wine! Yeay!!
Only a week?
When I first put my exhibition up it felt like it was uncomfortably sat at the edge of a sofa...
But after going in everyday and seeing it, getting used to it and seeing it in a different way each day, documenting it and writing some notes it now feels it's sat back comfortably. So comfortable it doesn't want to move...
Even though I feel it sits comfortably were it is I also feel that there is so much more that can be done with it. If I had a bigger space, smaller space, a different space what could it look like? I know a different space wouldn't hold this exhibition in the same way that Studio one has but a new space would have new characteristics that I could play with and manipulate.
Whilst viewing my exhibition thoughts of floor came into my head. Ripping up floor boards, half tearing them, bending them, use them as a sculptural material. That's if they were wooden floor boards. Looking at my exhibition I also feel that I could have done so much more with the fine black elastic that I used. But too much would have turned it into silly maze. Maybe...
And for now those hooks. The hooks in the ceiling. How I love those hooks.
Why 4o'clock closing, we could have had one late night until 8/9 o'clock and had free York St John wine! Yeay!!
Only a week?
When I first put my exhibition up it felt like it was uncomfortably sat at the edge of a sofa...
But after going in everyday and seeing it, getting used to it and seeing it in a different way each day, documenting it and writing some notes it now feels it's sat back comfortably. So comfortable it doesn't want to move...
Even though I feel it sits comfortably were it is I also feel that there is so much more that can be done with it. If I had a bigger space, smaller space, a different space what could it look like? I know a different space wouldn't hold this exhibition in the same way that Studio one has but a new space would have new characteristics that I could play with and manipulate.
Whilst viewing my exhibition thoughts of floor came into my head. Ripping up floor boards, half tearing them, bending them, use them as a sculptural material. That's if they were wooden floor boards. Looking at my exhibition I also feel that I could have done so much more with the fine black elastic that I used. But too much would have turned it into silly maze. Maybe...
And for now those hooks. The hooks in the ceiling. How I love those hooks.
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Thursday, 30 April 2009
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