Thoughts of my wardrobe and unwritten notes are more symbolic today. Images using the wardrobe and thoughts of making images for the inside of the wardrobe are ticking over.
Interested in how events serve as reminders, dates prompt thoughts and feelings for a day which might otherwise be any other.
That evoking of memory, thought, feeling is curious – sometimes it can be anticipated but sometimes it creeps up behind you, and catches you unawares.
Considering ‘things’ that evoke, objects serve as a reminder of attachments, memories, sound and smell, taste – that sensory stimulation and prompts to those parts of the brain which tap the untapped. There is also the role of the internal ‘state’ as well and what might happen to create that kind of state or experience is something I am pondering.
After writing the last post I wondered about using the notes without the wardrobe, whether the wardrobe needed to be there.
I have since thought that there could be a new photo opportunity for the wardrobe on the balcony of the gallery and also of including the wardrobe in a piece which is made for and in the space.
To suspend wordless notes in and around the object and gallery space.
The notion of stories is also prompting thoughts about the stories I hear, the stories we tell, who’s stories they are and how our lives interweave through the generations and amongst one another.
This feels like a mush of unconnected thoughts swishing around my head at the moment, which I can’t quite bring to form coherence just yet…I live in hope this will come.
Thoughts on taking my wardrobe to Margate…
I don’t have many thoughts just yet to be honest, still a bit weary from a long but lovely day by the sea. This feels like a useful place to chew things over and digest the possibilities, so thought I would put pen to paper and make a start…
Some images of a piece I’d like to revisit are opposite. It was something I did at the end of last year – about the same time of year the show will be in Margate. The work was a brief and transient piece – maybe it’s best left that way?