On Friday night I had a dream that at the exhibition people were putting dirty teacups on the pasting table installation.
On Saturday night a dream told me to take everything that was colour off and start again. That sounds weird, but true fact.
so I did. The table is now fully desaturated. The piece is now its looking very different and is working in a completely different way from my initial conception. Its a more subtle thing – overlaying tiny fragments of image and text and trying to hide them in the maps and streetlists. You have to look closely to find anything, and I’m liking that at the moment.
Thinking
Finding things – secrets – stories – in the fabric of everyday domestic life – childhood, books, imaginative escape through stories but always fractured, interupted by the mundance, familial realities of home.
huh.
I have a fantastic old children’s encyclopedia from maybe the early 20’s – I found it in a charity shop for 50p – and I love everything about it. The illustrations, the writing style, the design, but most of all the grandoise page haedings and footers – these will be utilised.
The ghost of Henry Darger is hanging around as usual but also today I am thinking about Chris Hipkiss – a living breathing artist who was in the fantastic outsider art show ‘Intuition’ at the Whitworrth Gallery in Machester last year. He is reluctant understandably to describe himself as an outsider artist. His work is incredible – huge, pencil drawings, of weird fanasty worlds, incredibly detailed and incredibly beautiful. Love, love, love them.
