i wrote a card to a little friend who started school last week, asking him how he enjoyed it and telling him i too am back to school this week, yes, big people go too! i have found a course at nottingham contemporary, the big gallery at  nottingham lace market, taken by chris lewis-jones who was course leader when i was on the second year of art access at carlton rd college. this helps, as he’ll remember i have agoraphobia, so i only have to explain fibromyalgia issues..oh and andy’s death, chris was maestre in a samba ensemble andy played in before i met him, in the 90s…

moving on, sigh…

making art/making sense looks interesting, it covers approaches to practice which i hope will help as i continue the transition from hands in the paint to slow process component construction for assemblages and installations. what remains the same is the use of repeated actions to create a quiet space where intuition gently takes over and i find my hands are doing the thinking and my brain is gently elsewhere, often thinking out quite unconnected issues, but unravelling and putting back together a better/more positive way.

my anxiety at the moment is that nearly five weeks after the fall, my hands still hurt badly enough to stop me if i knit for more than 15minutes…i am taking breaks and trying to build up a switch and switch about routine to keep momentum without overtiring muscles, much as i learnt to do on the allotment. the lump on my forehead still hurts too though, and i imagine that will eventually go, so perhaps i am borrowing trouble 😉

i have always admired magdelena abakanowicz and her abakans, giant room sized pieces, large woven and crafted structures at a time when cool minimalism was the trend…like eva hesse, her work quietly went ahead, and the power spoke for itself, repetition and texture and making what is yours to make regardless of contemporary taste. i think i may need their inspiration in the coming weeks, the work we have to interact with at contemporary is not what speaks to me, at least one of the sculptors seems quite dismissive of natural fibres in a clip i saw at the contemporary site. i hope to be a more frequent blogger with all this friction making me need to vent, and now my hands are flexible again. i am a great believer in necessary friction, being too comfortable means you don’t need to express your own unique opinion, no irritation, no pearls!

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