I’m currently on the look out for an old phone hand set for casting – any suggestions other than e-bay which I’ve got covered, I’d be open to! Phone boxes have started to catch my attention – Kirkcudbright’s phone box is looking particularly unloved and grubby. There’s a strange sort of nostalgia surrounding these dated […]
This week has been a simmering pot of stress. There have been lighting disasters, hanging dilemmas, tidying. Tidying again, Learning how to solder fragile wire frames. Learning not to throw fragile wire frames at the walls when they wouldn’t solder together. Tidying again. Attempting to create an ‘ambient’ studio playlist (think thomas newman, beirut and tracy chapman).
Fast forward the Open Studios bit – coping with strangers in my secret space, inspiring conersations, making pennies (although it feels slightly like feeding my petrol tank small bronzes.) I feel
reinvigorated
revived
Regained excitement and drive towards following the new direction of my work
changing tack
evaluating.
This is probably the most useful bit – stepping back and looking at what I’ve done in the past four months has highlighted: a) how little work I’ve actually made, and b) what’s wrong with the work I’ve made.
I have also developed a frustration with the decrepit-ness of red phone boxes scattered through various villages, that stand as relics, crumbling monuments to a time past and forgotten.
I am full of a new optimism, new pressure, new focus, new drive. Eeek!!
