Well, here we are….back again!
Life does a lot of unexpected intervening but I am back on track for a while hopefully – until the Christamas festivities and all the planning and buying start eating into my precious art time.
I always think I am doing nothing very much but when I sit down to think about it I realise that actually I am… too much to put into one blog even.
Proposals – they take up so much time and consume your energy and if done jointly require patience and negotiating skills from the first word to the last…. however Sevenoaks Visual Forum have had their proposal for a Christmas exhibition in the Kaliedoscope Gallery accepted.
Should be fun. It’s a contemporary, interactive installation examining the psychology of gift giving.
We realised quickly that people have strong views on what constitutes an obligation [time spent looking for presents, money spent etc]; what they read as sincerity, equality of effort, regifting, too many presents, things they hated from people who they thought understood them, vouchers, giving money………….I just hope we can capture some of that energy when members talk to camera for the video…
Last night the ghouls were about and your truly was deep in the Old Vic Tunnels under Waterloo station. Great location…huge spaces, if somewhat damp. I went to hear Rodrigo y Cabriella play guitar at the Day of the Dead Festival but was amazed to find great art everywhere. A real adrenaline rush if you’re not expecting it!
Hew Locke had a full sized boat, Graciela Iturbide’s her fabulous black and white photography, Nancy Fouts sculptures ironically re-presented Westen death iconography …. so much good stuff.
Of the music and performances the ‘Theatre of the Dolls’ stole my heart, and over us all hung huge paper Alebrijes [ imaginary beings] by the collective Le Gun…what a night.
Occasions like that fill up the art sump and take you places you hadn’t choosen to go.
Am I the only one who finds it roosts somewhere in the brain and reappears, sometimes years later, quite unbidden?
Meanwhile I have a skull tatoo on my hand that was our entry mark – it is not coming off – and I have a meeting with the Arts Officer at 4pm.
Looks suitably edgy.
