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I’ve just been for a bit of a boxing day walk with my son. Walking clears the mind, takes away distractions, aids digestion, takes you on conversational flights of fancy that really helps to make sense of the world.

We talked about Art, Science (he is a scientist, though would argue otherwise), teaching and learning. We both teach in some manner, but would rather do things in our own way, being rebellious by nature. We have this repeated conversation in which we fantasise about setting up some sort of academy wherein there are no separate subjects but the children learn to cook, move, express themselves in some artistic manner, and grow things. Everything else is learned along the way. Anything that isn’t is not hugely relevant anyway. I decided I’d like to be called an Artist rather than an Artist Teacher, or Artist Educator, would rather the children were able to say they were taught by an Artist rather than a Teacher. My son thought he’d rather the students he teaches thought of him as a Scientist or Mathematician rather than a Teacher. The result of this would be that old saying about “those who can’t, teach” would be up-ended. Those who can, choose to teach. The professional development would then be according to subject, we would remain enthusiastic artists and scientists, rather than teachers. The status of all would be enhanced, we thought. (We did add a proviso that good teaching was essential, we wouldn’t let any old geek or boho loose on these children)

In this ideal world all children would be able to think for themselves, work with each other, plan, cope with disaster, enjoy the small pleasures of a real life.

Christmas is a good time to be remembering such things as small pleasures and real life, while still finding time to dream about how things could be better.

I think my feet have now reached the ground, have got myself organised at least… lists have been written, jobs allocated, new dishwasher arriving by skin of teeth on 23rd!

Let the festivities commence!

I found myself in a state of unparalleled joy yesterday, in, of all places, Marks and Spencers!

For almost a year I’ve been thinking about musical boxes, and how to include some of that evocative sound in one of my recordings, but nothing quite fits… well… I’ve just had an idea about my final MA show and it’s very much about my mum … unexpectedly it has become quite personal…. I’m rambling I know.

Anyway, among the ridiculous “stocking fillers” for £10 and upwards sat one, lonely little cardboard wind-up musical box. My sweaty little mit grabbed it instantly from under the descending hand of another shopper. I was happy to have one of my own to play with, to record, and transform the sound. The joyousness of it is that it plays “Edelweiss” which was kind of my mum’s “Default setting” tune. For the vastly over-priced £5 for such a piece of tat, I now have the beginnings of something like a soundtrack. I’d have paid £50.

A while back (post 7, 4th July, actually earlier on than I had thought) I asked the question “What’s wrong with obviousness?” Because at that time my work did seem obvious, I defended the position, saying that obviousness made my work accessible to a “non-art” audience such as my quilting group. An element of this is still true I think, but I’m doing them, and myself, a disservice perhaps. I think I’m starting to work past the obviousness and the work hasn’t suddenly become incomprehensible!

I’ve also stated in recent discussions that my work has a little edge of the confessional about it.

If I work in an obvious, literal way, it is very difficult to include the confessional elements. Confessions are supposed to be secret, held sacred and dealt with quietly behind the screen. (Catholic upbringing, sorry, can’t help it.) So when I do make or write something confessional, I feel the urge to hide it, cover it, stitch it inside, rip it up, unpick it.

I had also thought as I worked through my ideas that the text, the subject matter would become less personal, more of a “universal truth” (Why did I think this? What is the basis for this premise?) But I think I’m finding that as I develop the means to be less obvious, less literal, hand in hand with that is the means to be MORE personal than ever before. Moreover, the way for me to express a universal truth is to be as personal as I can.

That’s a bloody scary thought!

On a more practical level, I also think that as I use words with music and sound, I’m less likely to need to use words with the visual elements of my work. The song doesn’t need the picture. The picture doesn’t need the song.

phew what a week!

I’m being geeked out a bit at the moment. I have a memory card with a 30 min film on that I want in a different format… The very knowledgeable computer man is being very patient with me, but I don’t really want to know. I just want it done. Then I can think about the other stuff. I find it interesting that I have no patience for this, yet I’ve stitched things that make other people’s eyes boggle. One person’s geek is another’s rivetting expert I suppose? He’s now disappeared and says he’ll be back… in an Arnie kind of tone… worrying.

Recording was great. I felt much more confident this time, so just dived in rather more easily I think. It’s not just the confidence to sing in front of someone for whom singing is “their thing”, but feeling confident to express what I want to happen, how I want it to sound. Slowly I think I’m developing the vocabulary to express these things too.

I spend increasing amounts of time listening in minute detail to the same piece of music over and over again, tweaking sounds, levels, tempo… blah blah blah

This song does sound different to the lullaby, but has a few things in that are similar too. I have used ambient domestic sounds again as percussion, looping them, changing them so they take on different qualities. It’ll be a while before I get to play you this one. I need to rerecord some bits, and another friend has agreed to play a bit of violin for it too, hopefully. I’m astonished that other people can be bothered with my projects and be so generous with their time and talent. I’m hoping that I’m capable of offering some sort of creative activity in return at some point.

While I’ve been writing this on my laptop, the big screen is crunching its way through the video, making it small enough and friendly enough to play on any old pc with any old software. I’m beginning to wish that I’d just pointed my compact digital camera at it for 5 minutes, rather than having a great big camera and humungous file to wrangle with. The Man has now gone out to lunch and left me with hastily garbled instructions as to what to do next. I’m hoping that the selection of young men around me will rescue me if the technology defeats my very small brain.

a few hours later…

The man returned, the file was sorted, hurray! Should be fine now to duplicate and hand in.

Also, had a tutorial… Have talked through my new display ideas and have developed something new that I think will really work. When I’ve tried them out I’ll post some photos for opinion. My tutor really “gets” my quilt as research essay type thing, and has given me some interesting ideas to show it for assessment that I think will enhance the performance/function element of it.

So other than a few hours in the middle of the day that tried my patience terribly, It’s been an amazing couple of days that send me into the Christmas holidays full of ideas and thoughtfulness.

Very excited!

Got another recording session tomorrow. New song, new feel, and this one is designed to sit on its own, so no angst about how it’s (dis)played.

Can’t wait…

…will let you know how it goes.