the metaphoric white wash has been applied to the metaphoric canvas – the time has been reached where the research i’ve done is trimmed and backed up to create a space in which the work can continue.
all of the recent months orbiting conversations kind of resolved themselves on tuesday – thank you sue ball for your continued support and understanding – i’m so pleased you are the producer for the arts and heritage programme at the museum of making at derby silk mill.
since our tuesday conversation a feeling of vulnerability has emerged for me – in connection to sharing the proposed footage with the main building contractor for their sign off. intellectually i know it’ll all be ok – at other levels there are concerns.
so ignoring the concerns – i’ve come up with a plan for how to begin this next phase of the process and i feel really energised again when i think about it all.
where the intention sits now has renewed foundation. all in all what i’ve been carrying around has started to find place where it’s all comfortable and meaningful.
tidying up all the research files has been very cathartic, way more than i would have expected it to be. even in the digital domain its possible to create and make a mess ! tidying up has certainly helped my moral and motivation – i know where everything is now !
the presentation environment is nearing being fully resolved. i have to admit i didn’t expect it to be so involved and i can say now that it’ll be evolved from where it had got to in the arts and heritage meetings and i’ll happily talk through all thats gone on if you would like to know more.
there’s a buzz in my fingers as i anticipate the coming days, weeks and months.
the weather got the better of us yesterday – the latest co pro meeting cancelled as the weather closed in on derby and derbyshire. a week ago the derwent was so high the ground floor of the mill became victim to water ingress – a once in 15 year occurrence.
on site yesterday i experienced how cold and harsh a place the site is and still the work continues. i caught up with the recent work on the third floor and stories of the flood last friday.
in amongst all the building works and weather conditions are the people who make the museum of making. all as important as each other as they all have their part to play – if one of them didn’t do what they did the project would be worse off because of it.
one of the aspects of the project i would have talked about last night is why is this an artist project – i’m still asking questions of myself and the work – still i search for a title.
since september the experience of being on site has evolved for me. i’ve got to know a little those regularly working on site – those who want to talk and those who don’t. as an artist on site i’m now starting to migrate more to those who show interest and wanting to engage – those who see value in what they are doing relative to the on going history of the building. some talk of bringing their grand children to the museum when it’s open.
reflecting upon my experience yesterday i’m reminded about how the building needs people and people need the building. my work will need people to complete the intention and its this intention that continues to circle and be reiterated. at the meeting last night i was planning on speaking and recording myself to help me gain more insight into the research i’ve been doing so far.
“there are lots of things to do in life”
jorge lorenzo 2019.
reflecting this morning about the recent months – i’ve been drawn into exchanges that have diluted me away from investigating the core intention. i’ve had to get involved as the matters directly have impact upon the work being shown in the museum upon opening, this has been about the content and the viewing environment. i look forward to the rescheduled arts and heritage meeting where i am happy to say more about this.
outside the clouds are starting to clear and a #bluesky starts to emerge. the ongoing filming continues and we move one day at a time towards seeing for ourselves the finished museum of making – making for ourselves in the museum of making.
