Stripped paint section, acrylic
Im enjoying the joining of my diy activity to that of art making; at which point does one become the other.
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Stripped paint
May 11, 2012 by rosy
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Wallpaper fragment
May 11, 2012 by rosy
Old wallpaper, emulsion paint, acrylic
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Kitchen cupboard
May 11, 2012 by rosy
Found wallpaper in kitchen cupboard, emulsion paint
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Edge Paintings
May 11, 2012 by rosy
Old wallpaper, dressmaker pattern, oil pastel, charcoal, acrylic
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The Sea’s Edge
October 2, 2011 by rosy
I live and work by the sea.
Looking onto the ever changing edge where land begins.Portobello Beach, November 2010.
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Of things wabi sabi
October 1, 2011 by rosy
A lot of the things Im naturally drawn to seem somewhere inside them to have a relationship to wabi sabi.
Wabi sabi being the Japanese aesthetic defined as the beauty of things incomplete, impermanent and incomplete.” “Greatness” exists in the inconspicuous and overlooked details. Wabi-sabi represents the exact opposite of the Western ideal of great beauty as something monumental, spectacular, and enduring. Wabi-sabi is not found in nature at moments of bloom and lushness, but at moments of inception or subsiding… ”
“Things are either devolving toward, or evolving from, nothingness… In representations of wabi-sabi, arbitrarily perhaps, the devolving dynamic generally tends to manifest itself in things a little darker, more obscure, and quiet. Things evolving tend to be a little lighter and brighter, a bit clearer, and slightly more eye-arresting. And nothingness itself – instead of being empty space, as in the West – is alive with possibility. In metaphysical terms, wabi-sabi suggests that the universe is in constant motion toward or away from potential.”
“Things in process, like buildings under construction, are often more imagistic than the finished thing itself.”
Leonard Koren, Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers 1994
It seems in a world convinced that the finished and complete is the only way, we miss out on so much. We forget how things are made because we never get to see them.
Many of the stories at this blog will no doubt refer back again and again to wabi sabi, its a key thing for me.
Love the idea of mistakes… of them being beautiful… the dropped stitch, the miskeying on an old typewriter… more on that soon.
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My kitchen wall
September 29, 2011 by rosy
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Growing
September 19, 2011 by rosy
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The Unmade
September 14, 2011 by rosy
A piece written about the process of making art, of the things that get left behind on the way to making something, and of those things unfinished that never get ‘finished’ but which we keep.Click here to view, then the images to navigate.Category Making, Wabi Sabi | Tags: | No Comments
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The Left Object, 10 years on
September 9, 2011 by rosy
About ten years ago, or a little more, I wrote a piece about an object I and left in a hut along the waters edge of the River Tejo. The object was as unassuming and ambigious as it could be. It was on the verge between something and nothing. On the verge between art (possibly) and something left behind.
Useless. It involved one hearing aid piece (a cream coloured device, the kind of thing ‘people used to wear’ who needed to, I’d found it in a charity shop). And it lay on top of a piece of unhemmed cloth, made of herringbone tweed, a small square piece not perfectly cut but obviously showing intention of placement.
Now, some things about the hut: I had been wandering along the streets and came across this place. Curiously it made me want to stop. It was a place that defined itself by what it wasnt and by what you might expect it to be. It wasnt a fisherman’s hut; too trendy; too new looking. But its situation would suggest it should be. Or a beach hut, they dont have those there. It turned out it was a mini, very mini, bar, now disused, abandoned. It was also someone’s home. Though they were not there the day I went in and left my object, carefully positioned on the bar.
What evolved was an imaginary process, a writing project that centred around the experience (imagined) of the person who vacated this space with my object (feasibly ‘art’), it became a story, essentially leading one to think about the ‘art public’ and the ‘non art public’, with reference to site specific, or site situation work, to Munster and other similar city festival art type projects. In particular I pondered over Michael Asher’s caravan which he left each Munster Sculpture Project (every ten years) involving the hiring of a caravan which he moved around various streets and locations outside of the centre depositing it in a different place for each week of the show. The art map told the art public where it was, but for the accidental supposed non-art public it was unnoticeable in terms of it being an art object, it looked like any other caravan. Two identical caravans sat together and which one was the art? But for my little object in the hut, I hadnt told anyone about it, to go and to see it and to authenticate it as ‘art’. I went back once and it was still there, moved, the two parts no longer together, but it was there.
Now ten years on, or more, I think about it once again. Of how to somehow record something so inconsequential and secret. Seems the blog is the perfect form. Being secret and being public in equal measure. Of the ability to record things that contain such unnoticeability and insignificance, that are only there because we choose to notice their presence. Nothing more. Thats my little story…. for the moment.
References:
Michael Asher:Writings 1973-83 (New York University Press, 1983)
John Dewey: Art as Experience (Perigee Books, 1934)
Miwon Kwon: ‘For Hamburg: Public Art and Urban Identities’ (Public Art is Everywhere, C P Muller 1977)
Maureen Sherlock:’The Sentimental Education of a Solitary Walker: Sculpture Projects in Munster
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