It’s been a while since I wrote here. Lots of things have been going on, almost all of them totally unrelated to art. Summer holiday in Devon with the kids. London to Brighton bike ride raising funds for Amnesty International (including hours – no, days even – training and raising sponsorship). Weekends in Snowdonia with the kids. Joining Sambassadors of Groove samba band. Daughter’s birthday – present-buying and general celebrations. Madly marketing, trying to find new customers, as business has gone through the floor. And suddenly half term is upon us, and another holiday, this time in Herefordshire. And woven in and out of all these, I’ve been falling in love. That’s quite a time-consuming process in itself, especially the writing of the love poetry.
This time I’ve had the good sense to fall for another artist. Another half-crazed soul who values the time and the freedom to create; values it more than X Factor, widescreen tellies and endless cappuccinos in Costa Coffee. No more arguing about why we can’t afford a long holiday on a Greek Island like all our friends do.
Phew! So things are a lot easier now. I’m beginning to appreciate the positive aspects of family breakup.
Back to the project in hand: Fire sculpture.
I need an event, a context in which to present a new piece. This is now decided: Midwinter Celebration, on the nature reserve behind where I live. Invited audience only.
Some elements are now falling into place:
A nativity play. The script has now reached second draft. Those watching will never see baby Jesus the same way again.
A rendition of Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, by a devotee of said star. Well, there has to be a star in a nativity play, doesn’t there?
An act of solemnity: New year resolutions offered to the goddess of the Rotunda Anus, sorry, I mean Annus – the wheel of the year …
A fire sculpture, a depiction of the aforementioned goddess, with a surprise in her pregnant belly.
Documentation. My son now owns two video cameras, though one is rather poorer quality than the other.
