Richard:
Suggested title: New Works by Ross Hamilton Frew and Richard Taylor
Storage vs production
It has been over a week since we last touched this blog – in place of bad weather and what’s worse to come hurricane wise… I thought a little narrative would be fitting. I seem to plug in bits of narrative with much of what I do – in fact there are some current projects that have begun entirely narratively, almost in character – but I feel this particular project is more about form, and the translation of ideas in to storage containers (or photographs), these containers will hopefully result in successful delivery and production. But thanks to this shit weather the last thing I want to do is go to the studio, so in place of that, I will do what I usually do – which is to write a brief narrative:
“Oh, when is the show?
If it is late October harvest will be over and I can use the Landrover to get your gear from A to B – no problem”: the clock chimed, it was 11pm and my bus was at quarter past, I needed to get back up the hill past the castle to get some much needed sleep – I had work all day the next day. “Well, I have a coffee table that needs moving, as well as some shelves and most of my plates and picture frames – the rest I think I will leave at A when the time comes… but we have time enough until then. I keep saying that, ‘we have time enough’… but there is less time every time I do say it. I have to run, got to get the bus.”
It was darker on the pavement now,
the Sun had sank passed the hill and the street lamp next to the bus stop flickered with intermittent sulphur tungsten. I think of the underside of each object I had planned to transport, one flick the underbelly and construction of a fold-in coffee table incised by yellow angular blemish – a shape cut by glass accordance and the bus stop standing there next to me, a shape Ross would be proud of. One other flick a glass panel, used to paint an effigy of this light, left on the floor beneath the table – it gives the right sort of reflection to see the table’s affected hidden language. One more flick and the shelf I have next to the table holds a small metal plate that is tilted on its edge and leant against the wall – this is a sketch for my objects and their planned installation.
Ross, the measurement of the table in diameter is approximately one metre – the plate is of ratio 1:10 of this, a diameter of around ten centimetres. The shelf is one part the tangent taken across one side of the table before it is folded, the shelf is adorned with burnt umber.
The sticks – they act as roller trajectories for your brilliant bronze cast balls. They also act as notions for displacing the mire – this mire we talk of – a way of transporting goods from one side to the other.
