Over the last few days I’ve come to ask myself what is the difference between work and play? Much of my work stems from play: with materials, ideas, words, the happy accident.
What has made me think more seriously about this is the song. I have had so much fun with it. Producing sound has made me rethink the whole display possibilities of my visual work. Mostly I have items of clothing, household textiles and all of them embroidered, many with text… or potential lyrics. How will it fit together, how will it be seen and heard? It feels like an integral part of my art practice, it has grown from it. The collaborative element has allowed me to do things I would not have been able to do alone. The words may have been written, then stitched, perhaps even spoken. They would not have been sung, there wouldn’t be music. They would have been a little bit “up themselves” and pretentious and I may well have discarded them as “Arty Bollocks”
So I find myself looking at Play. With a capital P. I have played with my own toys, by myself, imaginatively. Now I’m starting to look in other people’s toy boxes and play socially. I wonder where Piaget would put that in the scheme of things?