I’m involved in a project at the moment called interAction(s). The exhibition is an ongoing and constantly changing show of work. The opening was Thursday 28th February and it runs ’til 23rd March. Here’s some info;
interAction(s) is a project/exhibition curated by Lada Wilson, Fine Art student and member of the Student Curatorial team. interAction(s) consists of an evolving assemblage of texts and images. It is the presentation of a ‘process’; it is an ongoing work-in-progress.
This exhibition was inspired by the work of two artists – Rachael Disbury and Liam Dunn and the chosen site, the Matthew Cabinet, which creates a perfect venue for a three-week long artistic interaction. The two artists will create a visual dialogue: they will create visual poetry by reacting to each other’s work. Each day Rachael will write a text, each night Liam will create an artwork inspired by that text.
This is a Student Curatorial Team ProjectMatthew Cabinet is at the rear of the Matthew Building, DJCAD on Level 5.
Liam, Lada and I are contracted into an agreement regarding this project. The preview event saw a performance event of the signing of the contracts and the first instalment of work by myself, ‘Artist A’.
Today started with accidentally pouring boiling water over my hands in the process of making the morning coffee. This day is very much on a knife edge. Plus side; I completed my submission for an upcoming exhibition entitled 6×4″.
The exhibition calls for the submission of artist designed postcards and will take place some time in February I think. More information when I know!
In the meantime. Hiya, here are my four 6×4 text/collages on acetate.
These kind of revert back to a style I haven’t worked in for a while. Although my work is always nostalgic and sentimental, these have that ‘older’ aesthetic I used to rely on so much. I’m glad my work has moved on, but this was a little personal piece I wanted to work on for the 6×4 exhibition.
The collages include map pages from a found second-hand atlas, doilies from a hotel I stayed at in Paris, an old photograph of my Mother’s parents, and typed repetitive phrases.
Ah where would I be without my nostalgic dreamings…?