Supermarket day -1
Nice calm day for me. A few more registrations for the Meetings – a couple are nearly full, others have yet to attract a registration. I don’t got around the booths and ask about interest in Meetings while the exhibitors are setting up – they have more than enough to be getting on with!
My visit to the charity shop to borrow some more chairs and a coffee table was fruitless. They don’t have sufficient stock to loan out more than the three sofas that were borrowed over the weekend. So the Meeting Room won’t be as cosy and eclectic as I had hoped.
I am both looking forward to and a little nervous about sitting on with every meeting. I am sure that after the first meeting it will feel natural and make sense. My ambition is to take care of the the ’housework’ – making it easier for the moderator/host to focus on the discussion.
It is amazing how quickly the time passes here. I can’t claim that it was a particularly productive day but things have been done, conversations had … and that is what it’s about.
Supermarket 2025 day -2
As soon as I arrive at the venue the last year collapses in on itself and I feel as though it was only yesterday that I was here. It’s so nice to see the team again. I am certainly one of the older generation – not simply chronologically, but in that I have been involved in the fair, in one way or another every year since 2011 – that’s fourteen years! And then there are the exhibitors too … many of whom I have gotten to know over their regular participation. Of course some exhibitor names are familiar even though the members/artists attending the fair differ from year to year.
I love the sense of anticipation in the exhibition hall, the almost palpable focus and concentration as artists make real the booth that they applied for six months ago. This year I am seeing all of this with new eyes … in ten weeks time it will be me, and at least two other artist/collaborators, putting together our presentation at the Juxtapose art fair. Shoes will be on other feet!
Yesterday I sent L and R’s proposals for a performance and a participatory event to Juxtapose (deadline today). That sounds so formal … I could equally say that I let Pam and Cecilie know what L and R want to do. Pam and Cecilie are coming to Supermarket over the weekend, and we will be meeting for brunch on Sunday morning. I definitely have a professional friendship with Pam who I have gotten to know through the Meetings and Think Tanks programmes. Going to Juxtapose as an exhibitor/participant is incredibly exciting and feels like a great step in re-engaging with … re-activating … Glitter Ball.
M and I submitted applications for travel funding to help us get to Aarhus. I have been in touch with a couple of artist-run initiatives in Copenhagen – one of whom I know through Supermarket and Juxtapose – who we will visit on our way back to Sweden.
The blindingly obvious only struck me a while ago … much of what I do is about making connections. That might be connecting people, as I do with the meetings programme at Supermarket. It might be making connections between artworks as I do with my curatorial work. It might be inviting other people to make connections with art as I do with my pedagogic work. It’s almost a little embarrassing to only now realise the connection between these practices and some of the materials that I use – ties. I mean literally second-hand and deadstock men’s ties . What are ties if not connections?
Interestingly the Swedish for tie is ’slips’. Of course it has nothing to do with slips (English) as in small mistakes, lapses, errors, or misses … and yet in my head there is of course the aural connection. Unlike the word tie, which in English is both a noun and a verb, slips (Swedish) is simply a noun describing the (now) decorative fabric item worn around a shirt collar. In my head though the synapses fire and momentarily connect ties (noun, strips of fabric) with ties (verb, the joining of things) with slips (verb, to slide) and slips (noun, lapses and errors).
Writing the letter of support the artists showing with Glitter Ball at Juxtapose Art Fair made me think about what my ambitions for Glitter Ball really are. It took a couple of days, some cycling between home, gym, and studio, and some post gym stretching and some cooking to come up with this:
Our aim is to support, expose, and facilitate engagement with and across, practices that might otherwise remain annexed or isolated.
I think that quite neatly sums things up! It is explicit without being restrictive. It creates structure without limiting possibility. It encourages thinking and defines terms for framing activity. I feel that this is a sentence that I will often return to.
Participating in Juxtapose is exciting. I don’t really know what to expect in terms of outcomes. Being there is an outcome in itself, however I am curious see what opportunities might arise and what trains of thought are set in motion. Focussing on projects makes sense now that I don’t have a regular showroom. I like the idea that one or maybe two projects per year is something that is sustainable with my minimal resources, and that no two projects need be alike.
Participating in an art fair is a project, so would be an exhibition exchange programme, or facilitating a residency, or starting a reading group.
I am reminded of the characteristics of a/the physical material glitter ball – it is multi-facetted, reflective, in-motion. It is precisely how I want to work. When I chose the name Glitter Ball it was because I wanted something fun – Glitter Ball showroom & projects (2018) came several years after creating the first glitter ball artwork (2009) and a few years after my attempt to establish ’glitter as methodology’ (2014/15). Now I can see that beyond the trashy, brash, kitch, and camp there is something intelligent, sensitive, necessary, and hopeful in those little sparkles of light in an all too darkening world.
Final weekend of the the embroidery course. I have really enjoyed it even when things haven’t gone to plan (white embroidery). It has certainly gotten me thinking about skill(s) and material(s) in different ways. On the wall in the studio hangs a small piece – woven from dead-stock satin ribbon. It’s not like anything else that I have made … well perhaps it’s rather like the porn/interior design weave in that it’s woven, the similarities though stop there.
I came in to Stockholm a day early so that I could go to the Sewing & Craft Fair and pick-up a few more spools of the satin ribbon. If it weren’t for the embroidery course I should never have thought to go to the fair and the weave piece would not have been made. There’s something about the piece that really appeals to me – the shiny-ness of it, the formal qualities, the colourfulness, the graphicness. The grid-ness(?) of it is masculine, the materiality of it is feminine(?) I remember as a child enjoying taking my felt tip pens and a sheet of graph-paper – my father was a maths and physics teacher – and putting dots of colour into the tiny squares. I can’t remember if I worked in patterns though I imagine that I would have done – I was that kind of boy. The weave piece takes me back there via everything that I have experienced since. It is a kind of time machine.
It would be easy for me to stop using FaceBook – I can’t remember the last time that I looked at it, let alone posted anything (probably in 2020 when Supermarket had a greater online presence due to the Covid pandemic). Messenger would also be easy to give up. Instagram and WhatsApp are trickier though.
The issue has come up due to the recent ’opening up’ of ’free speech’ across the Meta brand platforms, allowing users to share “allegations of mental illness or abnormality when based on gender or sexual orientation.” I find this abhorrent, and wish neither to condone this behaviour nor furnish such an organisation, or should I say corporation, with my content. In whatever small way Meta make money from me – because that’s what they do – and not matter how small that amount, I have to ask why would I want to financially support anything that is quite okay for me to called mentally ill and abnormal. Why should I pay to make myself open for abuse – to do so is truly perverse.
I wrote those paragraphs a week ago. Then on Friday evening I decided to post the image below on both my professional and private Instagram accounts.
As soon as I had done it I felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief. It felt good to state my motivation and action. It felt good to take the decision.
