My posts seems-to be morphing into a diary of time off art making, of wandering around its edges, of PV’s, outings…..
I am certainly in a fallow, sit back and ponder phase. It all feels very autumnal. My Protestant work ethic little voice in the head keeps squeaking that I am not working, not producing, not progressing my career.
I am telling it to shut up.
Ideas swim in and out and things catch my attention – old photos seem to be high on the list – I have an inherited album of a post war European tour. Gerhard Richter swamps my field of vision here though and I don’t seem to be able to get past him.
Nevertheless I do keep finding small sets of vintage photos in antique shops – obviously wrenched from old leather albums – and showing one family. They intrigue me these unknowns. Its the story telling aspect I think. Not sure how to tackle them and if I buy them I feel its a statement to mysef that I am not yet ready to fulfill.
So I wander on…..
Yesterday I went to the Hannah Peschar Sculpture Garden near Dorking. Two hours of peace and beauty. Great at this time of year; we had the place to ourselves and the duckweed had made some of the many ponds into extraordinary green silent otherworlds.
They will live in my memory longer than the work I think.
We met Hannah Peshar in the reception building – charming and chatty she has been building the huge ‘wild’ garden for 30 years. I do so envy people who have been able to dedicate their life to something like this….
So – green and dripping woods, magical ponds and other peoples black and white images…..
It all feels like overload and no straight line to a new body of work at present. But that’s ok for now.
