I am soooooo tired I am ceasing to make sense at the moment, life has escalated to running at 200MPH, relatives have decended in a constant stream, sports days, hospital appointments, workshops, planning meetings, village carnivals – I am so strongly drawn to running away! I try not to talk about the participatory projects I run but trust me, I run plenty and while I love the interaction and creativity, they are damned hard work.
But I have a plan – three spaces, three installations by the end of the summer. I just have to make them now. No more phaffing around with half made ideas (excuse the spelling), by the end of the summer I will have some images of finished work – either that or I’ll be found dead upside down in the laundry basket (to quote my good friend Clare).
Last Tuesday Salisbury Art Café called a meeting. I have to tred lightly now as to my amazement, I have discovered local people read this blog. Historically, they have been an occassionally discruntled bunch, attempting to consolidate some sort of creative progress in the strange Burmuda triangly (triangle would be right but I prefer the latter) that is Salisbury Art. We wrote a lot of post-it notes of how we wished it could be, then a lot more of how it should be, then had a little wine (both sorts) and went home to leave the post-it notes to be meshed and sieved into some form of plan. All good, I will await the new and improved plans with quiet anticipation.
In the meantime though, I don’t see a crit group on the horizon until I make some practical moves forward. In line with my husbands marketing advice, I will create a seperate post. Work wise, I am returning to creating butterflies from beef gelatine. Although they were exhibited before, the space they were originally made for was changed prior to exhibiting and I lost all control over their context. I am revisiting this work again with the intention of installing them in their rightful context at last.
