This week has seen the attainment of my honours degree in Fine Art and an acceptance from Edinburgh College of Art to study Contemporary Art Theory with them. And its Degree Show tomorrow. “eek”.
I am looking forward to the event and appreciate the effort my friends and family have made with travelling up to Dundee. I have no idea what the night will have in store for me and ‘nervous’ doesn’t seem to cover what I’m feeling. It’s 5am. I can’t sleep.
Here’s a sneak preview of what to expect from me tomorrow, I hope to see you all there.
Liam, Lada and I have had our project interActions(s) running in the Matthew Cabinet at DJCAD since February, so it was weird having to take it all down today.
Here’s a final snap.
I’m glad to have been asked to take part in the visual dialogue. The experience added further depth to my work this semester and contributed greatly to my enjoyably busy schedule.
I’ve kept records of all the interactions between Artists A and B and the curator, both online and in book form. I would site this as a highlight of my art school career and am sad to see the cabinet blank white again.
My work for DJCAD’s Degree Show this year is now officially installed and presented. And I feel numb. So I have little to say on the matter at the moment.
Other than a huge thank you to my friends, family and tutors for all their help and support. Special mention to ‘Mother Harriette’ for her patience and helping hand this past week.
Here’s something I prepared earlier, some accompaniments to my show.
We do not cling to the past. The past is a by-product of a reluctance to let go of the present. We build collections to record a spectacular presence. All but the cataloguing is lost. Objects become something different: an image of recollection. They have shed their intended usefulness and now serve to be viewed and maintained. Rachael Disbury’s work surrounds this notion. The artist creates entirely new objects through a change of context and purpose.
Assemblage and installation based, the work is contemporary in palette and form, straying away from the ‘kitsch’ often associated with hoarded collections. Typed text is combined with gathered objects and constructed displays. The use of recognised items allows the viewer to look at the familiar, in an unfamiliar way.
The artist’s current research addresses the question ‘What Makes an Object an Artwork?’. The answer is multi-layered; the intention of the artist, the perception of the viewer and the curation providing context. Rachael Disbury’s practice is based on a belief that these components go ‘hand in hand’ in the experience of an artwork. Perception, purpose and placement are key factors in the resulting interaction.
After a long two days of prepping my sand mould, pounding it into a sturdy brick, it was ready to have bronze poured into it. The excitement of the pour is hard to describe. It really has to be seen. We waited an hour for the bronze to be melted in and before we knew it our casts were alight.
I went home this weekend past. That was probably the last break I’ll get before Degree Show. Its really getting there now. Three weeks to go. I don’t think I could focus anymore if I tried though. The studio, the assessment and what I’m going to do after June is all that consumes my thoughts. Sorry guys, I’m a selfish entity right now.
Since all I can think about is my practice, I’m going to talk about my practice. I scavenged some old relics from my garage on Saturday. This sort of thing spurs me on.
Found in a large wooden case of shoe-makers tools that were passed onto my Dad. These were some favourite details I saved from the box. The middle piece still has a leather threaded through it, and the set of compasses contains a stub of pencil. I love these details. I don’t know if I’ll incorporate this material into my upcoming show, but I feel sure I’ll use it soon.
The art school likes to kick me out at 8pm these days ’cause it’s ‘Easter Holidays’. So I guess I’ll be off.
Today I registered for graduation. I handed over three pages of forms and £40 and got handed back a receipt measuring 3x4cm. I don’t know what I expected. Champagne? Perhaps later. I came back to my studio and made some art. It seems all I’ve been doing lately is filling out forms and applications. I like organising and tackling little issues like this. But it’s nice to be truly creative also.
I found this tackle box in my loft over Summer and have only recently brought it to my studio. Some objects I find I instantly connect with and others feel disposable. This one is precious. The bulb and wrapper hold value to be too. And yet they have short histories and have seen little. The psychology of nostalgia is not as straightforward as the cliches would suggest.
I’ve revised a piece I made a few weeks ago. The shine of the acetates on top of the moleskin pages was distracting and a little tacky I think. So they’re gone. Well, not gone. As if I could discard of anything. That’s the entire essence of this piece, that I’ve recorded my every action throughout the month of January. The acetate texts are now displayed next to the colour coded sheets.
It makes sense for them to be separate really. Thoughts are so disconnected from actions sometimes.
They’re shown here on pins above a radiator. I think the way the heat from this makes them dance. But degree show is in May so I doubt the radiators will be in operation.
It was January in the (new) year, 2013
31 type on acetate and 31 coloured pencil on moleskin squared paper
I picked up two red steel boxes at the recycling centre last week also. Thought I’d attach one to the wall. Because…
I might use them to display my back up work. I might not.