This year I have decided that I am going to make much more of an effort on going to view artist's work and talks, and hence make more connections. Therefore, my first week of uni and I was already going to Provenance Symposium, a symposium held at the uni and also at Coursham Court. A place which I had never been to and didn't even realise it was part of the university. The story is that the university used to be housed there and they moved due to lack of space, but didn't realise until after preparations had been made that in fact they had a hundred year lease!! Oooops...
There's more on Provenance on my other blog, as well as photos of the work.
Then over the weekend I got on a train to Cheltenham, to the Literature Festival, to have a listen to Martin Creed. Not knowing what to expect, and having made assumptions on how Creed himself might come across, I was pleasantly surprised. After telling the interviewer to be a chair at the corner of the stage, because he didn't want to be interviewed (which was quite amusing), he talked about his work and himself as an artist in a rather stumbled, modest kind of way. Which to be honest was very refreshing and inspirational. He also got his guitar out and sang us one of his songs, just like that. At the end we got a book signed and had a little chat, me mirroring his behaviour and stumbling over my words, possibly because I was a little star struck.. Isn't it weird and annoying how we can lose are words in the most important situations.
Friday I took a lovely trip to London and all day was an art day! I went to Frieze sculpture park, which to be honest wasn't inspiring enough, and I had already decided I wasn't going to go into Frieze this year that I was going to do other fairs and galleries. The best thing about the sculpture garden was this chaved up trolley that someone clearly placed in there, as their own little art piece. Brilliant idea! I wanted to take it and wheel it around, but instead wheeled it to another position and on its side. That's what I would have wanted if it was my piece - for other's to participate in this mini rebellion.
Gavin Turk's Oeuvres where particularly interesting, mainly because they were aesthetically pleasing and because I was intrigued by the fact that the smaller spotty egg seemed to attract lots of insects.
I then was lured into an amazing car that gave us a lift to the Museum of Everything, Peter Blake's collections!! Amazing! It is so interesting and magical..just a fantastic collection of stuff! From General Tom Thumb's boots, a collection of old dolls, a merry-go-round room full of light up moving carousels, to a collection of taxidermic squirrels playing cards. Just a great indication to how collections can be seen as art.
As he says, “My art doesn’t have to be a painting or a sculpture. It’s often an environment, but it has to be a creative statement”. This I think is very true, particularly to my own work.
The Lower Five's drinking den being raided by police.
Walter Potter
We then decided to go to Sunday Art Fair, held at Ambika P3 gallery, a fair for young galleries to show their artists, and it's free! I felt inspired and positive about being an artist, and feel that actually maybe there is a place for me in the art world. To name but a few of the artists and galleries that interested me,the gallery, on stellar rays with zipora freid's work really caught my attention. Particularly the people sitting on the floor with knitted masks over their heads. They had been sitting there like hostages from 12-4pm.
Secrets, Mask 6, 2007
Head, wool
12 by 6 by 9 inches (30.5 by 15.2 by 22.9 cm
I did go whilst David Batchelor was making cocktails, but to buy one of the artists cocktails I would have had to spend £50..! Maybe not.
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