Another assignment is completed and installed. It was a process of trial & error, and very low tech (papier mache & wire).
Completed bird-netting armature, before papering over.
Upright armature, overlapping layers of netting.
Testing the paper-covered form on site.
Starting the first panel of wire lace.
By the time I’d done the seventh panel, I’d worked out how to control the tangle. Next time, I will do fewer, wider panels.
First wire lace panel completed.
Completed wire lace, resting.
Installed under the sheoaks at Gomboc.
Gomboc Sculpture Park and Gallery is in Middle Swan, and the annual sculpture survey opens on June 6th.
Fractal branching structures installed for assessment:
Balsa branches in a pine cube
Balsa branches on a broomstick
Both structures in the sculpture studio
Tuesday was productive; exciting even.
Five fractal branches spiralling up a wall
I tried out the balsa ‘antlers’ (fractals) in sculpture.
The excitement came later, when I unbundled the smelly results of a month in a metal bin:
Unwrapping the storm cloth bundle
After drying and picking most of the debris off, the storm cloth looked like this:
The dark curving lines are mould.
Gomboc gallery sheoak.
There is a youngish stand of sheoaks on the far boundary fence at Gomboc Sculpture Park. I love their form, their fruit, the cushion of needles they leave on the ground and the sound of the wind whispering through them. And so I banged my numbered peg into the ground in front of them, to reserve them for my sculpture in the Survey in June. The proposal is now done and approved, and so to work.
Partly systematic and partly random, this cloth was part of an assessment last year. Too hard to find my own words, I liked this from Rebecca Solnit in As Eve Said to the Serpent: On Landscape, Gender, and Art (University of Georgia Press, 2001, p 58)
“the artist as collaborator or midwife for a world that already has meaning and order, rather than an autocratic creator imposing meaning upon an inert, waiting world or making a better one out of nothing.”
Cotton, linen and woollen fabrics; old, salvaged, saved, remnant.
Finally, I’ve arrived at an overall idea for the final project.
Layers of fabric, layers of memory; some detailed, some transparent, some barely there.
How to present the project will, hopefully, occur to me as I work on the pieces of cloth.
Time pressure in the painting unit = snatching painting opportunities in between other classes. And never having clean fingernails.
The gallop through different software continues. Today sees us launched into blogging.