The wonder of stuff
Getting distracted from my ‘Grand Plan’ (see previous post) by rummaging through boxes of stuff from my old studio. Random selection of the nearest bits and bobs: a large sheet of silk paper, bags of dried up Medway silt, lumps of chalk from the North Downs, handmade paper, wire, string (lots of string), wire, lead weights and wax.
Two thoughts emerge from this. 1. There is a wonderful opportunity to make some work or, and more depressingly, 2. I have become an eccentric hoarder.
Probably the last, as quite a lot of this ‘wonderful’ stuff was hidden at the back of my wardrobe.
Hum.
This evening I’m off out to meet up with a group of other artists who originally got together at Fabrica. We meet and look at each others work. It’s vey encouraging; even if things aren’t going well for oneself there is always some interesting project developing and something fresh to see. A bit like these blogs really.
