If it’s true what they say about art imitating life, then the things I’ve been thinking about and experiencing this past week or so all feel pretty timely. The gagging law was passed last Monday evening in the House of Lords. It feels like another nail in the coffin in terms of democracy and I’m concerned about what it means for the future of this country – so many of our rights being eroded away.
Issues around freedom of speech and information sharing have always been important to me – it’s something that often comes up when writing this blog. Though I aspire to edit as little as possible, I’m still conscious of how what I say might affect other people.
And so; how much to reveal versus what to keep to myself – that ongoing tension between privacy and openness – is an ongoing issue. It’s a subject commonly written about here by other artist/bloggers and certainly, I’ve written about and entered into conversations about it on a number of occasions.
It’s manifested itself in my work recently. Last week – the day after the gagging law had been passed in the House of Lords, in fact – I refound some figurines in the studio. In the week leading up to the Christmas break, I tied black ribbons around the mouths of several female ceramic figurines – gagging them, silencing them, putting them in their place – ie. seen but not heard.
The contrast of the black gags against the delicate porcelain, facial features of the figurines was striking and, much like the anti-domestic violence campaign posters that inspired the work, the visual impact stayed with me. The posters put out by the local council in the lead up to Christmas, featured images of a woman’s face; terrified looking eyes, with a hand clamped firmly over her mouth – silenced by a bully. (Of course, we don’t need to think back too far to remember a similar image splashed across our national newspapers).
Even when you’re not particularly conscious of why you’re making certain work, there’s nearly always a reason behind it. The whole issue of silencing (and gagging) has become pertinent for me over the past few weeks as I’ve taken a more thorough, systematic approach to unpacking the boxes in my studio. As I reacquaint myself with a lot of remnants from my past, be it a scrap of fabric, an item of clothing, a photograph, a letter, a trinket, a piece of jewellry, I’m acutely aware of the multitude of emotions contained in a lot of these objects – sadness, grief, joy, happiness; a plethora of feelings, some welcomed, some not. And some easy to write and talk about, and some not.
It’s complicated of course, by the fact that my studio is in an open space – no doors to provide privacy and protection from the public gaze. Some work needs time to develop; I need time to process it properly, to protect the work until I feel it’s ready for public release. Privacy is something I increasingly feel I need, but given my current studio environment as it is – exposed and public – how much of the associative narrative do I feel the need (or even, want) to relay, in any case – bearing in mind, that so much of the material I use in my work comes from such a personal place.
Some issues just deserve a dignified silence. And anyway, aren’t some things, some times, just best left unsaid …?
