One of those days when things get resolved and all seems good and then suddenly it all evaporates……….
Ros and I had been waiting for the Ramsgate Squall and the Folkestone Triennial Fringe to get back to us about hosting the Farningham Hobby Horse Project and were getting concerned about having enough time to get an installation team together. But we are all back in contact and on track for two great days out with the horses, so thats all ok. I can put all that on the back shelf of my overloaded brain for retrieval later.
Brilliant. I have been lent a pot of dead moths [!] by another artist – had to be didn’t it? I was getting very concerned I wouldn’t have enough in time or that I wouldn’t have the time to finish if they did turn up. Another worry sorted.
So this afternoon has been spent drawing moths alongside the chest x-ray drawings. Thing is that I can only use twenty seven moths between the two sheets of paper as each moth represents a life. Now that I have completed one sheet I am really no longer sure about the work. The drawing is fine. The composition is fine; it just seems weaker than I had imagined. I had thought that the sum of the parts would have a greater impact, even though the box itself is only small -14″ x 10″.
I keep creeping round it, worrying at it, waiting for it to tell me what to do next. At present I think I should complete Box 2 and see if having the two boxes alongside eachother gives the work greater weight.
On the other hand it may just be me. Am I the only one who finishes something, feels it to be totally unsuccessful, walks away and comes back four weeks later to decide that actually it’s ok?
I am hoping………..
