Can you just give up art? Apparently when the chips are down you just call it quits be thankful for the education and the experiences and then opt out and pursue another goal. You can do that. Or you can […]
This last week I have not had any language exchanges as my partners are in their home towns and with their families for the Spring Festival. So, I’ve concentrated upon the performance’s form a bit more and I’ve hit a […]
Second site visit to the Oceana today. This is one of the locations that Rednile had a Factory Night event a while back, and I put in a proposal for a project to take place there as a result of […]
This time next week I’ll be in Stockholm preparing for Supermarket Art Fair. I’m getting there a bit early (two days) because I know that I need time to settle before starting work. We start the actual setting up of […]
I worked with 30 children from South Dartmoor Community College; together we collaborated on creating on mapping their emotional landscape. Seven maps were created in all and were the product of a course – Emotion Mapping – I helped devise […]
A beautiful spot and I thank Morag Colquhoun for recommending this rural idyll. Brian and I like less curvy & aesthetically pleasing Nigella Lawsons get the dinner on a mild curry with peas, pineapple, tomatoes, olives and a sprinkling of […]
While Brian’s group get down to some weeding in the Boulder Garden my team are off to the Woods of the World. The Garden staff have obviously spotted the potential of me and my team as we stride up to […]
Interim Show at the Nunnery Now that our assessment is all out of the way, our focus has shifted to our interim show ‘Futura Bold/Futura Oblique’, which is at the Nunnery in March. We’re splitting into two shows for this […]
We leave late especially as we are heading North and today is the day of the longest drive. This was a mistake especially after having to stop for cows in the road and road works. The group must have been […]
Why I Am Not a Painter- by Frank O’Hara I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. […]
As I drifted off last night, I listened to the whooing of high winds around the window. Now and again, the rise and fall of the wind played a taut wire into a gargling screech. I could imagine this sound […]
I wake on my back staring at the canvas. It feels far too early but I can’t get back to sleep. I try to read for a while, drawn to Brian’s snoring I consider various elaborate ways of waking him. […]
We feel completely lost without Christine and to think I was worried about the way the group might react to a ‘outsider’ hitching a ride then getting off. We are quite lost without her directions too and find it difficult […]
I should really try to write more often. I am after all, treating this as a report of the collaboration between the Norwegian group and ours, which will be handed in, like an assignment, at the end of our project. […]
It’s Friday and the Cerbyd ladies have that Friday feeling belting out a storming rendition of Aretha Franklin’s Respect as we travel behind a bin lorry on the winding B4366. The winding roads eventually lead us to the home of […]
Over the weekend, I went to Cheltenham to set up “Down”, ready for the Open West preview on Friday. The curators have kindly given “Down” its own dramatically dark room in which to be displayed and as I worked away […]
