So I'm back in the workshop-proper. Giving the Perspex a rest to weld my heart out, Tig where have you been all my lives?.... There is a substantial time lapse between when I made the piece in the background (Interstice II) and the current work, and this re-connecting with, or re-establishing of process has a vitality that is gathering momentum. Something to consider, as I breathe the heady Argon vapours, and feel the familiar arc-scorch... #weldingaddict
So as the title suggests, I have been a lapsed blogger this last while, you have my apologies, but in my defence my reasons are sound. There has been lots of 'Doing' and 'Making' and not very much 'Writing'.
I suppose at the heart of all arts practice is the act of striving for some kind of balance, for me its creating a parity between life and art; producing and procrastinating; making and motherhood.
And then there is exhibiting the work, which is a whole world of fun in itself; a set of exhilarating complexities and considerations individual to each theme or curatorial brief.
So here I stand, retrospectively considering the exhibitions I have participated in over the last four months, and giving a brief over-view.
In May I participated in 'Busk', a group exhibition as part of Hive Emerging, at Hive Gallery and Studios, Waterford. My proposal was an installation of the interim visual research as part of the 'Rural Histories' series, and as such I exhibited a large photograph, 'Fedney (In)' and a light-sculpture. The exhibition was curated by Hive director, Brian O'Sullivan, and proved effective in the darkened gallery space.
The Artlink members exhibition in July provided scope for showing work in both gallery and non-gallery contexts, and was the catalyst for a new, site-specific body of work created in response to the environment at Fort Dunree, Donegal. The largely abandoned site and architectural narrative have been of interest to me for some time, and it was a compelling project to be involved in.
Then we have the recently installed sculptural interventions created for the National Trust site at Castle Ward. As part of my studio residency, I am participating in a group exhibition of sculpture in the grounds of Castle Ward for the month of August.
The installation of this work was particularly enjoyable and invigorating; climbing trees, getting attacked by brambles (and small creatures) and the usual puzzled expressions of passers-by.
I wonder do you ever become immune to the bewilderment of others? It is a curiosity more than a concern, but an insight into the perception of others - rather than approach the sculpture-laden woman in the trees, let's just pretend we do not see her?....How do we broach the 'strangeness' or other-worldliness' of Art and Artists? Audience engagement? A pedagogical approach? Accessibility?....
Answers on a postcard please......
In Art, as in Life, it's sometimes difficult to pinpoint the exact beginning of something. In some instances that specific moment of change is marked by a flash of insight and clarity; On others it is a slow, percolation of ideas that results in a gradual change of direction that can only be recognized in retrospect.
Beginnings can be a definite and conscious release of past or defunct ideas, or an unexpected and reluctant severing of precious and cherished beliefs.
And sometimes Art and Life collide to create circumstances where chaos, trauma and upheaval are a catalyst for renewal, inspiration and re-invigoration.
And so here I stand, on a threshold. Not at the start but at a middle-beginning.
Looking for the light.
As an artist and a mother, my creative time is precious. In this blog I wanted to provide a platform where the focus is my research, process, thoughts and concepts, as opposed to the outcome.