Went to the park yesterday, sat down and watched the world go by. I’m sat there thinking about the stuff that I have made off the back of this. But how does it relate back to what I seeing. My stuff and the park itself now seem two quite separate entities. I concentrate and start looking for details: I can see a couple having a snog; a dog having a poo in the bushes; The raised sounds of an altercation; some guys downing cider. Things start to tie back in with each other.
I had my dog image made into a sign, I quite fancy setting this up in the park and taking some shots, sort of taking the whole thing full circle. What’s the worse that could happen? Get kicked in maybe – no, I’ve found that when you place art stuff out in the ‘real’ world people might be puzzled but are generally interested. Maybe I will do that.
Still here; still going. Pictures printed and framed waiting to be hung, so I feel fairly happy, it really does feel as if it’s coming together. Now working with the gallery to get the press release / posters /invites sorted out – quite a nice part of it really! Not the easiest thing in the world to capture in one side of A4 the essence of what this show will be about; there have been times when I’ve been a bit unsure myself. It’s a bit like a fine thread you see it clearly, then lose sight of it, that’s a cycle that I been through quite a few times. It’s inevitable people will ask “what this exhibition of yours about then”, it you can’t answer in the simplest most direct way your sunk. Been thinking about food for the opening, they go together – art & food. I’m always a bit disappointed if there is no grub on a opening, enthusiasm wanes, must avoid that, get some food in, it will keep the kids quiet if nothing else. I want to get a wide cross section of people along top see this, will be quite fucked off, if otherwise. Interest in the project is building, which is gratifying, the BBC here are doing stuff on the exhibition so quite excited by the prospect of that. Must relax a bit now, watching the “Umbrellas of Cherbourg” yet again tonight, I really don’t know how many times I’ve seen it. It brings comfort of some sort; don’t even ask how many times I’ve watched “Saturday night fever”. Going back to the umbrella thing, possibly as consequence of my addiction to the film, I have developed a thing about umbrellas. I really love the aesthetics of a traditional brolly, I noticed they were all sporting the trad umbrellas (varied colours) with curved wooden handles up in London. There a rather charming old dear who lives opposite, over years she has built an impressive collection of brollies; very impressed with her collection. She’s been educating me on the finer points of what constitutes a fine brolly.
