Much clearing & shifting, initially identifying areas for the sculptures to go.
Ist job siting old pieces. Reminded 'there is no such thing as a weed, only a plant in the wrong place'.
With much huffing & puffing up the 45degree slope, a greenhouse has now appeared at the top of the garden.
The site for the oldest pieces, originating from my degree show is close into the wild hedge outside my studio window on some uncovered ancient shelf-like terraces amongst wild strawberries, foxgloves & a rudbekia similarly transplanted from my previous life, that will grow in around the pieces as the year goes on.
The next pieces sit alongside them. Refined versions that rest & simplify the complex surfaces of the old ones.
Unearthing shards of broken pottery has inspired sculptures to be made for the garden. Grabbing my imagination are the combination of age crackled, shiny glazed surfaces & dirty broken edges with tactile curves, historically inside the original creamy buff coloured pot. I visualise their macro cosmic gowth into large scale pieces. Occasionally these finds miraculously fit together. An event which brings a strange joy and fits well with the necessary aspect of putting sections of sculptures together, due to the restrictions of kiln size.
'Modernist' constructivist tendencies layer found/ discovered objects, marks & previous lives inspired by & interacting with place & space. Like the garden, offering intriguing interludes from the craziness of 21st century living.
A start has been made! Now to get some new work fired – Crescent Arts are having the new extraction fitted this month – so at last!
