This person is art-starving. Apart from on the computer-screen I haven’t seen any art since my delirious visit of the Louise Bourgeois-exhibition at the Freud Museum in May. Driving back from an interesting if challenging hospital appointment the other day we passed Peckham Space and just for a moment I caught a glimpse of Julia Vogl’s HOME. So near and yet so far: if only we could have gotten out and had a look and a listen, but fatigue was ready to tether me to the nearest horizontal plane like Gulliver was by the little people. Such bottomless tiredness makes you aware of the many incremental and indiviually taxing components that make up the simplest activities. As it turned out, when we arrived home, I had to be heaved out of the car – my limbs had stopped functioning (this doesn’t happen often, I’m relieved to say, it’s been alousy week). You see – no amount of wishing helps, no amount of art-hunger. Down I lay.
I’m glad I was able to listen to some of Julia’s interviews on Resonance FM over the last few weeks. Real voices! Also found the podcast of a conversation with the artist Gayle Chong Kwan at Peckham Space. So interesting, food for art-thought, although then of course I wished nothing more than being able to see, experience her work. Still, definitely a step up from reading about it.
I like to think that my art-machine never stops. Well, it does, actually, factually, when my arms aren’t up to it, or when I eat or sleep or do other nice things, but something always stirs and spawns and spouts in my head, which is populated with changelings and foundlings and other lings that want out.
And just so you don’t think crochet is all I (can) do:
Materials: paper and masking tape
Dimensions: 32 cm x 30 cm x 18 cm
PS. If you’d like to find out a bit more about M.E. see here