Sculpture – Sculptor
I have been in Dr Seuss’ waiting place it seems. Putting feelers out in all directions getting myself lost and confused; trying to fill out a tax return and having big impulses to do some making, setting aside time for making that becomes tax return/chores time. Tripping myself up, swinging from inactivity to compulsive multi-tasking.
But waiting can be constructive. Last night someone said to me that out of directionless time – the waiting place – comes something new, a change, a transformation.
Another conversation – a talk about sculpture and my urges towards it. Throughout motherhood I have been printmaking and collaging in and around the day to day. Where’s the sculpture? Why the sculpture? Because it is physical and tangeable. Because it communicates with the space it exists in. Because it exists AND alludes. Because it is reflective AND constructed.
I realised I’d even stopped noticing sculpture that’s being made now. I looked at the Turner prize (not my usual source of inspiration) and found synchronicity; Hilary Lloyd talking about film in sculptural terms, ways of seeing as well as what is seen.(This was also my preoccupation during my degree)
Martin Boyce – Autumn leaves and telephone booth. I liked his process; how one thing evolved from another, the work referred to the urban and natural environment, human intervention, the evolution of objects. Using fragments; alluding to nonlinear memory.
Karla Black talking about art in general as a space for behaviour. ‘ Art is a boxed off bit of society where permission is given to behave as the animals we are’.
The Waiting Place
“You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place……for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.”
