ARTISTS TALKING

# 15 [19 April 2011]

This will be my last post on the a-n site...symbolic of a shift from being a contemporary artist to a museum and heritage management student!

I shall still be making work though - you can see this at www.charlottepratley.co.uk or if you would like to read my new blog, please follow me at http://charlottepratley.tumblr.com/

...I promise to make it a more exciting blog of images, photos and snippets of info as I journey through the museum sector to an unknown destination!

This year, I have been doing Trent's Professional Certificate in Heritage Tourism and its has inspired me to continue in the Museum and Heritage sector. Ironically, this seems like it will be a more stable source of income for an artist like myself! So, I have handed in my notice as Backlit's Studio Manager and have left my studio space (a massive decision!), ready to transfer my skills to a new challenge....

# 14 [24 March 2010]

Good news - I'm going to be doing a residency! The bad news is that it will be in an old factory with no hot water or shower...and it's a live-in residency. It will be a great opportunity to test my naively idealistic, anarchic theories though. For years my work has been influenced by unstable housing situations so perhaps squatting in a studio will be a chance to strip back my possessions to what is essential and consider whether it is possible to live outside of normal society. My accommodation will be a tent until I have built a shelter from the stacked sheets of mdf so I may approach the task as an explorer between the cracks of the urban jungle; a flaneur in my own city. While I've got romantic notions of watching the sun rise over Sneinton tower blocks from my window, the realities are probably going to be a bit tougher; namely a constant stream of debris falling from the ceiling and attempting to cook amongst jam-jars of dried paint and bottles of white spirit, not to mention the lack of shower facilities.

# 13 [20 March 2010]

Today I'm determined to finish the article I started for Nottingham Visual Arts on Sunday's 3 Events to Test Opinions in Lincoln but I'm struggling! I want my article to be witty and informed, but instead its sounding rambly and opinionated, not to mention out of touch with the young people I'm trying to describe in it. O dear.

I keep thinking of what a friend of mine said yesterday; "why do so many artists feel that they have to be a jack of all trades to survive?" It certainly rings true for me; it's been several months since I've actually managed to create artwork in the studio and my to-do list is gradually taking over my diary. This might partly be to do with the fact that I'm going travelling next week though...self-imposed deadlines are hanging over me so i can't complain as the trade off is 2 weeks of exploring Egyptian markets and cruising along the Nile. Instead, I've resolved that April will be studio month - no voluntary overtime at Djanogly Art Gallery; no training courses; no articles; no faffing about under the proviso that today is my only free day for a while and should be spent in bed watching films with a hangover...I shall complete a body of work in preparation for my Sideshow exhibition with Aylwin Lambert and Neil Dixon!

# 12 [10 March 2010]

For a while now my failure in the blogging world has haunted me. I should be setting aside time every week to record my activites but the level of necessary commitment overwhelmed me and I decided, with the exception of regular Facebook-stalking session of course, to shun all social media sites.

That is until today - I'm at a Social Media in Museums Workshop, run by Mark Ellis of Sound Delivery. An incredibly enthusiastic fountain of cultural knowledge and know-how, Mark has inspired me to restart my blog and have another attempt at Twittering in order to promote my artwork, Backlit Gallery & Studios and Djanogly Art Gallery, and stay informed of art news via live feeds and Google Alerts. As a contemporary artist, I should be making use of contemporary social media!

So, a quick update since I last blogged...I have started a new body of work relating to Brutalist architecture and manipulation of the population with regards to Utopian visions. The first piece of work to be shown in this series is part of Gold; Sand; Spring: 3 Events to Test Opinions, commissioned by Amelia Beavis-Harrison. On Saturday 13^th March, I will be handing out squares of gold leaf for the public to embellish a Lincoln City Council bollard with from 9am to 5pm. See http://www.charlottepratley.co.uk/news-and-events.html for more details.

It’s been a while since I’ve collaborated or worked with the public – I’d forgotten how much these things alter your work. My original proposal focused around a concrete, post-war feature but compromises between Amelia, Lincoln City Council and the other 2 artists involved have meant that the urban feature in question will now be a glossy, branded bollard. This has changed the meaning of the piece from beautifying an aging, failed architectural structure to almost graffiti-ing a modern crowd control system…perfectly fitting with the anarchist sympathies in my work that I often feel I should dampen down to avoid creating preachy or ranty subtexts!

In other news…I’m now the Studio Manager of Backlit Gallery, Studio & Project Space! As we’re currently unfunded, my main task is to fill the empty spaces and glean outstanding rent from impoverished members so that we can stay in business…as a friend once said of his dissertation, I feel a bit like I’m standing at the bottom of a giant sand dune wearing skis, faced with the task of scrabbling to the top..let’s hope I don’t sink!

# 11 [17 March 2009]

Money seems to be my overriding thought at the moment...mainly the fact that I have none, severely limiting my thinking in a number of new and irritating ways.

After talking to a friend, I decided I should at least measure up the wood for the unwanted items cabinets before concluding I could not afford it. Yesterday saw me cheerfully arranging masking tape on the floor in an attempt at crude furniture design. When eventually satisfied that this was a sound concept to continue with, I worked out that the cost of the basic frame alone would be £300 and hurriedly left the studio in a sulk.

So, it looks like its back to the cardboard boxes idea with a hint of Christophe Buchel and a large dose of underfunding.

Funding has also affected Beacon. Despite gaining Arts Council funding, it will not arrive in time to fund the East Midlands Venice Biennale Pavilion and budgets are also making it more challenging to arrange Kelly Large's project. Kelly plans to create a concentration of colour throughout Sleaford by giving the 3500 teenagers high-viz vests as they leave school. Even at 50p a vest, this cost becomes enormous! How amazing it must be to have a limitless pot of money to create art with!

Perhaps it is this lack that drives me to despair of consumerism? The collection of unwanted items is steadily growing, creating a real sense of claustrophobia in my home and studio that I want to translate into the gallery space; a monument to nihilism and the replacement of god with purchasing and possession. In theory this means that however I arrange the objects, it does not matter: the objects are as meaningless as life itself and the only way, according to Nietzsche, to give life a meaning is to act as though your life is art itself. Simple enough, all I have to do now is stop worrying!

# 10 [12 March 2009]

Normally I'd say that a good day is the product of a good mood: the usual happenings happen but your mind chooses to remember the positive, framing the day better than others. The last few days, however, seem to have actually had fantastic, out-of-the-ordinary events in them!

It began 3 days ago, when I was half-way through a productive day of interning for Beacon. Our PR advisor had suggested we ask Sir David Attenborough for a quote to advertise the Kelly Large event and ask if he would launch the documentary film of this in June. I had had no response from the BBC, or any other contacts and was beginning to lose hope when I accidentally found the address and phone number of Sir Attenborough's production company. I dialled the number and quickly repeated my Beacon schpeel while it rang. A familiar voice answered, "Hello?" I'd stumbled across Sir David Attenborough's home phone number and he'd answered! He didn't exactly agree to launching our event but he agreed to read my letter!

 A few more social encounters involving various drunken artists, crazy people on trains and conferences about foetal alcohol syndrome made my next few days interesting until I checked my email today and discovered I'd won third prize in the Focused Eye Awards! While this means more expense at a time when I'm about to lose my job at the council, it's an opportunity to travel to another part of the country and another excuse to visit the Baltic!

# 9 [10 March 2009]

Yesterday I laid out all the unwanted items I had collected from various friends and colleagues to see how many I'd got and how much more I would need to fill a room. The short answer was: 25; lots more. This concise answer then grew into an enormous tangle of panic-tinged questions: how should I display them? what do they mean? how an earth am I going to collect enough to fill a room? why did I set myself this ridiculous task?!

...and breathe...

I set myself this impossible goal as a trigger for re-engagement with the vast social network of people around me. The impossibility of a task that began life as an idea to meet every single person in the world is designed to place perspective on the size of the human population and my place within it; to stimulate my interaction with these individuals as an antidote to becoming isolated, both as a social being and an artist.

As my creativity is driven by experiencing, so my art should be an experience, influencing the viewer viscerally. However, I do not want to create contrived pieces that crassly impose feelings in order to force a reaction. My first thought with the unwanted items was to make a cabinet with a jumble of different sized pigeon-holes that would create a small room within the gallery space, effectively trapping the viewer so that the objects bore down on them through the darkness. In making the installation slightly overwhelming, I hoped to reference my feelings on consumerism and the potential for attachment to possessions to impede on your freedom. Effectively, this would give the objects a paradoxical meaning: statements of reckless capitalism and the human potential for greed that act as symbols of a positive interaction within society, reflecting my concerns that consumption is at the heart of modern society and the basis for most human interaction, a basic human need.

Their display is secondary to the concept, so perhaps simple and cheap would suffice? Plinths made of upturned cardboard boxes to create a maze of objects at varying heights certainly sound more appealing than creating a very expensive, very labour intensive display unit! My inner capitalist and outer perfectionist are clouding my judgement with the thought that perhaps the most polished solution will command the most respect whilst my overarching sense of imminent poverty is desperately pushing the idea that this concept demands simplicity and an anti-consumerist statement...I shall stop by Asda on the way to the studios for a few boxes, and maybe while I'm there I'll pick up some out-of-season vegetables shipped from far away in an unnecessary amount of plastic wrapping.

# 8 [14 February 2009]

This month seems to have been one of significant revelations, both in my practice and my career path. Spending a lot of time preparing for various interviews (of which none were successful!) has made me consider that perhaps I'm not ready for a formal art job yet. These thoughts combined with a Facebook page full of my friends photos and tales from their adventures abroad to give me the inspiration to travel! I've realised that, like most things in my life so far, if I don't organise this then the opportunity will not come. I don't want to hit 30 and still be living in Nottingham without memories of tropical beaches and community projects in beautiful but impoverished areas! Thankfully, these thoughts have opened up a potential structure that I've been missing since leaving university: if I start a TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) course now, I could leave in September for a paid placement almost anywhere in the world! Perhaps I may even do a PGCE on my return! This last idea, which I have been avoiding for fear that it means I am a failed artist, now seems to make perfect sense - I don't think I'm cut out for the constant disappointment and effort of trying to earn money directly from my art.

The question now is...can I teach?? Public speaking turns me into a shaking nervous wreck but this is a phobia that I must conquer for my own personal development as well as my professional one. So, Phase 1 of my new Life Plan has begun - I'm volunteering to help at the Play Parade workshops next week to get some experience with kids, then I should have a better idea of whether I like children or if my ex was right about being a joyless hag...

With my practice, the new piece about engaging with the world in a rebellion against the inevitable condition of becoming my mother seems to be a better way of inspiring and reigniting connections in my world than I could have imagined. I've already met up with one old friend who I'd not seen since last September, who donated her collection of empty, "they may come in useful one day," shoeboxes. Terry, the caretaker at my workplace, even found an old cabinet in a skip for me to start making pigeon-holes for these unwanted objects from! So, if you're reading this and I've met you, I need one unwanted item or one unwanted collection for the piece! I've deliberately made it ambiguous so the pieces not become contrived representations of their owners but the donations so far have been very telling - one friend has so far failed to give me anything unwanted and keeps finding new objects akin to his love of practical jokes whilst another cycling enthusiast has given a broken helmet he couldn't bare to throw out.

# 7 [2 February 2009]

After much uncertainty, our main focus for Beacon will now be Kelly Large's performative artwork in April; an event to highlight the tide of school children which floods Sleaford every weekday afternoon that she observed during her residency at Sleaford and Kesteven High School. Having met Kelly last week, Dan, Nicola and I have been frantically trying to think of the best way to film the event from overhead without influencing the flow of people. Our ideas have ranged from model helicopters to scaffolding to hot air balloons but we have still not hit the jackpot. Nicola has even talked to the chief of Lincolnshire police to try to commandeer a real helicopter!

The Cildo Meireles exhibition has greatly inspired my own practice - I've been reducing a sentimental piece of my mother's furniture to sawdust to make paper that the audience will be invited to take away (in a subverted homage to Feliz Gonzalez Torres) but could not think what form the paper should take. I'd been considering flick books (so they disintegrated with use, dispersing the cabinet even further), portraits of my mother, origami, and so on but Meireles has reminded me that sometimes a open ended gesture is best. If I simply allow the viewer to take a piece of the handmade paper away, they are completing the act of the cabinet's destruction without enforced symbolic meaning.

This has led me onto the second breakthrough! Having planned a solo show for April (or thereabouts) at Backlit, I need to have a second piece of work to occupy the second room...which was as far as my planning had got. Now I feel as though the first piece is more conceptually complete, my thoughts have been clearer about what this second piece could be. Having seen the Trent Mid-Point Review last week, I am inspired to be more experimental too. Where the first piece is dismantling a cumbersome object (and consequently readdressing a balance of possession as the viewer takes a piece of paper), the second piece could be collecting objects. Where my mother rejects the world around her, I can actively rebel against this to avoid the age old curse of becoming your mother by embracing society. I have always wanted to try and meet everybody in the world, so maybe it is time to try this impossible project! I'd like to turn another piece of furniture into a unit to house evidence of this...but what to house?!! A possession from every person I know/meet? The first piece is about possession as a burden so perhaps I could ask each person to give or send me an item they wish to get rid of? I'm itching to get in the studio now but I've got a difficult week of interviews and Beacon work to get through first!

# 6 [10 January 2009]

I've just come home from seeing the Cildo Meireles exhibition at the Tate Modern - it was incredible! Despite crowds to rival the toilets at Glastonbury the visceral influence of the artwork was still noticeable.

With the exception of the restricted pieces there were at least 15 other people in each artwork, all interacting with the elements of the work. Invigilators were frantically running around trying to stop viewers from touching the certain elements that were not meant to be moved. It was chaos! There were hour long queues to enter the two restricted pieces, Volatile and Red Shift which meant that I only managed to see the latter of the two. Typically, this meant that the experience could not live up to the wait but it was fascinating to watch people playing in the enclosure-like areas whilst waiting in line.

 As well as reminding me how powerful dramatic lighting can be, this exhibition renewed my enthusiasm for installation and, more specifically, semiotics. Now I just need to force myself to stay in the studio when its colder in there than outside so I can finish (and start!) the piece I have been thinking since early December!

 Continuing the positive thinking towards an arty 2009, the Arts Council have confirmed that Beacon will receive funding for the East Midlands Venice Biennale Pavilon in time! It's a huge relief, although it seems particularly cruel of them to have made us wait over Christmas for their answer. This means my internship should become much more challenging and exciting over the next few months! And most importantly, of course, I shall be holidaying in Italy this summer.