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Stone thinking…

I am satisfied with how the twigs sit now. I know what they are, where they came from in terms of my evolving practice, and I know what they’re doing, what they stand for and what I’m doing with them.

I can’t yet say the same for these stones.

As with the sticks, I start to get to know the stones by handling them and drawing them. Stones are connected to the earth the twigs emerge from, the roots surrounded them but do not penetrate them. These particular stones though have holes in them, worn by the power of water and sand and smaller stones, or the burrowing of sea creatures into softer parts of the stone… (these holes could support a plant… I might make it happen… )

Semiotically speaking the place these particular stones came from is not the same environment as the sticks… perhaps my mother was a stone and my father was a stick? Brought together by circumstance from 2000 miles apart… I am already seeking extra layers of meaning for myself. Maybe I do this because of that feeling of rootlessness? A need to create order from chaos?

I will continue to draw them… to see if they start to tell me more…

I’ve started to draw them together, I like how that feels and looks, and threading a stick through a hole in a stone feels like the natural thing to do…

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I haven’t quite started the new year as hoped… after four years managing to avoid it, we both ended up with covid after the new year. Really annoying, and it halted my plans to get back to the studio as soon as possible. But actually… as often happens, the changed plans threw up a whole new way of working from home for the duration of the virus at least. After a week from the first test, I have now tested negative, and I do feel mostly ok… so ten days on, I’ve set up a little WFH nest at the dining table.

I am trying to wrestle with a new way of drawing, spurred on by the twig work for Five Six Pick up Sticks, and the observational drawing. I’m trying to find a mid point, a balance between the observed and the imagined abstract, so there’s an unease somehow. This is hard to capture. And also hard to express using words. I have been using the word metaphor a lot. This isn’t really the right word, so I find myself thinking about semiotics. I realised that if I was going to bandy that word about then I probably needed to know what I was talking about. So, tied to the dining table, I hit the internet (after consulting a couple of friends) and ordered myself some books. In amongst the semiotics books, I also have a Teach Yourself Swedish book, and Kae Tempest’s On Connection. This might seem like an odd combination, but I am finding all of them are feeding in to how I see the work. Kae Tempest’s book is about connecting to one’s own creativity, and making connections with others, and the world. I am always saying my work is about relationships, but maybe connections is a better, more appropriate word?

I’m looking at what I make as signifiers of connection… and I’m reading about how the connections are there to previous work, even if they are not recognised by the viewers/listeners to my work. Sometimes I don’t even recognise them myself. But that doesn’t mean they’re not there… also… people bring their own connections… and they look at my signifiers and find their own signified answers… that I know nothing about.  The permanence or stability of these connections strengthen over time, with each repeat. Which brings me to the Swedish: it had been my intention, for when I visit Stuart Mayes later this year, to have a little polite Swedish to trot out to show I’d made an effort: “My name is Elena, two beers please!” You know the thing? But after a couple of weeks repetition about “pingvinen är skrämmande” on Duolingo, I felt this wasn’t enough, and bought myself a book to supplement the learning, and I am loving it.

I am Assembling Utterances… according to the small book about semiotics, there is a store cupboard of signs and language open all hours, for the language user to select from, to Assemble Utterances. So here I am…

• I am assembling new Swedish utterances…
• I am cutting up words from other sources (the ever-open store cupboard?) and reassembling them into new utterances. I am picking the words that attach themselves to existing thoughts, but that then get expressed in a different way.
• I am taking observed drawings, from my own store cupboard, then using what I have learned, to reassemble into new, drawn, visual utterances

I have absolutely no idea whether this really works for people who really know a lot about semiotics, but at the moment it doesn’t matter. It’s helping me get where I want to get. It is making connections between all these superficially unconnected things I do. Seeing things from a different angle always helps. Looking back on the question I constructed with Helen’s help (see post on 20th December 2023), I can now see how I might tweak this a little, as she had predicted, in the light of these latest Assembled Utterances.

Serious business…

One of the hardest things about being an artist is taking it seriously. By this I don’t mean being a pompous ass. I mean taking the work seriously. Understanding that however you regard yourself, the work has something to say and the endeavour is important. You might not be able to convey meaning immediately. You may not fully understand your own meaning immediately. But that the making of things is a language for expressing. The making of things is a way of learning its own language. It is a serious undertaking to conceive an idea and try to express it in a way you haven’t before (sometimes you discover someone else has… how maddening is that?)
Sometimes there is a glimmer of success. Now this doesn’t necessarily include critical acclaim, although sometimes it does and that’s like the holy grail of an artist’s career, both at the same time!
No… success… for me… is hitting a sweet spot you didn’t know was there but had hope.

The work I’m in the middle of at the moment is looking for the sweet spot between reality and abstraction. This pivot point holds a meaning for me that I hope to convey to others. I get close and then I ruin it. I want to do a drawing that is neither or both observational and abstract. I’ve been doing one or the other, while believing I can find a place on one piece of paper where both exist. I’m looking for an uneasy balance. I’m not sure I’ll ever find it. It may not exist. But I have to remind myself that the looking and making is important in some way. And there it is. Pompous ass-ness. Tricky huh?
I don’t think that I’m important or clever. In fact I’m far from either of those things. But there is a sort of remove in play here. The pursuit of art in its truth is humanity at its best. Art is the very best thing we can do. Again, I’m not the best, but this line of enquiry, in a language I barely understand, is worth pursuing. By me, by anyone who is compelled to do it.
I truly believe art is the opposite of war. War is a complete and utter breakdown in any and every sort of useful communication. War has given up trying. Art is a permanent, lifelong, human effort to communicate something human, to other humans, where other sorts of language have proved insufficient.

Elena Thomas, Artist.
Merry Christmas

Review/Preview…

Before I do these end of year things, I go back through my diary to remind myself what I have done. But it is not just the list that is useful, but whether things worked out, how I felt about them, and how my life impacted my work and vice versa.

The year began with a few scary health issues, which thankfully turned out ok, so a sigh of relief and a sign to get on with things, but these things do impact on your train of thought and the amount of brain space you have for other things.

Some things throughout the year were planned, worked on, but fizzled out, despite our enthusiasm, due to other people’s lack of same! There were also a fair few rejections that cost me a fair few pounds… Ah well…

There were some exciting radio plays for the band early in the year, on BBC Introducing. This gave us a real boost! Recording is expensive though, so as soon as we ran out of the decent recordings, the radio play also ran out. A lesson perhaps… although not sure what!

The trip to the USA was planned, I raised a bit of cash at my open studio to give me some pocket money while I was there, so that was great. It was stressful sending the work out to the gallery… but eventually all was well, despite one large parcel being sent to Jamestown N Carolina rather than Jamestown New York! I travelled over mid March for ten days of the six week exhibition. The journey mostly uneventful other than a slight delay on the last leg from JFK to Buffalo. I took advantage of booking assisted travel and I would do so again without hesitation. I arrived at my destination with my knees intact and no extreme exhaustion or stress. While there, with a gallery dedicated to a 15 year retrospective of my work, my mind was blown really. I did talks to students and fellow artists, workshops, had a wonderful reception evening at which I did a talk and also performed – the gallery director Colin played guitar for me for three songs and it was really great fun to give a live taste of the musical side of my work among the visuals. Then I did a few touristy things too, in the snow around the lakes. And the bit that stopped me feeling like I was thousands of miles from home was the warm welcome from Debra and her family who put me up and put up with me, and those days we just hung out together and talked.

I think the success of the year (it does feel successful) is measured by the occasions where I felt like an artist, was greeted and treated as an artist. When I got myself and my work back from the US (no hitches on the return journey) I had a solo exhibition to plan at the RBSA. (Five, Six, Pick up Sticks) I was really pleased with how this was received. I was happy with the hang, especially as it was quite a task to get it done!

Both of these events afforded me the opportunities to talk about my work, to review things for myself – especially through having had a retrospective and a solo show within a three month period. The reverberations are still being felt. At this end of the year, I now have to pinch myself to remind myself it all really happened!

Over the summer I did another project with Bill Laybourne and Helen Garbett for Workshop 24. This was called Radio Public Library and gave me the focus of activity, a place to consolidate and consider, in good company. I love working with those two, and they give my practice an outward look that I don’t think I could manage on my own very well. That is their strength, not mine I don’t think.

A big thing to happen for me personally was the birth of my first grandchild. This is obviously a huge personal change, but I have also found as the year has gone on, that this extra layer of family has effected how I think about the themes of my art practice. And that seems like a very significant change… more on that later I’m sure.

After interviewing and being part of the process of appointing the Graduate Artists for RBSA, I now find myself as a mentor and guide for them in the society. This is a role I am really enjoying. Throughout the year in addition to this role I have been able to do other mentoring sessions and have enjoyed them all. I have more of this to come in 2024, and I look forward to it greatly. I don’t want it to become a huge part of my life, my own practice is the most important, but I enjoy helping others to see the shape of their own practice, and that conversation always helps me refocus on my own too. If this grows slowly and gently I will be content.

Late summer and autumn I find myself developing new songs with Andy and Ian, but we don’t have many gigs booked, so it is quite nice to concentrate on the development of this new material. We have ambitions to get out into the world in the early 2024.

I’ve led a few workshops this year, small, but interesting. I’ve done a couple of Stolen Text workshops, have started a Sewing Circle (you can search for these on Eventbrite if you are interested) I’ve decided small but interesting is a better way for me. I can’t cope with the stresses of big commercial commitments, so a few people sat round my studio table works fine for me.

I also took part in a workshop with Helen G, making ink from natural materials. We both want to do more of this, so I look forward to doing more in the new year, and for those inks to make their way into my drawings. Helen has been a useful critical ally this year too. She has helped me take all the words out of my head, onto paper, and guided me into condensing them all into a single, fairly simple question that I am hoping will focus my thinking for a while.

Another big (ish) personal issue is the releasing of a small pension. This will give me a small increase in monthly income, but also a fund to use for Art Travel. The big thing will be a trip to see Stuart in Sweden in the early summer, with a view to us putting together a joint show. I also plan a trip to London again, and possibly Liverpool. Having stashed away a lump sum, and given it a title makes a huge difference. I have given myself permission to undertake these creative adventures, as a professional necessity. About three weeks ago, I decided it would be nice, if going to Sweden, to learn a few crucial phrases in Swedish, to greet the people I meet when I go. I signed up online to Duolingo, and suddenly I am obsessed with learning Swedish!

In the studio, I am undertaking large scale observational drawings, with a view to feeding and growing the abstract from these roots. Roots and rootlessness being the focus of my thoughts at the moment. The work that is produced will be the body I select from for my Candidates exhibition in April 2024 to become a full member of the RBSA.

When I look back on 2023, I see some amazing happenings, and I have a notebook full of things to take forward from that into 2024. This is what makes me happy. Things happen, I talk to people, I show my work, I talk to some more… things change… and then I have a collection of things in my diary to take me further on. As long as I can keep doing this I shall be very happy.