A studio collective of like minded individuals, that is the reason for my long silence.
However, we are up and running in the heart of Auckland. Shared studio space and innovative creative classes starting soon. I am thrilled to be part of this great initiative.
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After some 20 years I recently got the opportunity to visit San Francisco again. It truly was like meeting an old friend again, you know the ones you don’t speak to for ages and when you do it was like yesterday.
Well here I was smiling again as I walked those crazy hills, this time hunting out this amazing gallery with husband in tow ( last time we were travellers together with added benefits!) As part of a family ski trip I had said we had to spend time in SFO, and I needed to find this gallery. So children been looked after by friends (times change) I dragged him along on my mission. Thankfully, sun was shinning and the city so welcoming there were few complaints.
After about 30mins walking we found the gallery. How fortunate were we, it was the last weekend of Ferrous.
I was in a state of pure excitement, that just got better. Mike was so accommodating and interested in what I had achieved I truly felt like a girl in a sweet shop.
The show had a wide range of jewellers represented along with the gallery’s permanent collection. I had the wonderful opportunity to get up close and personal to a piece by Ramon Puig Cuyas. It really was just sublime. Everything from size, weight and craftsmanship was there. I have a long way to go in this new career. Also an added bonus was seeing work from Timothy Information Ltd. the timing was perfect and both my husband and myself just laughed, fortunately so did Mike. It was days after the death of Margaret Thatcher and the work of Timothy suited our politics completely. I want to meet this man.
Velvet de Vinci is a wonderful airy gallery with a vast array of contemporary jewellery displayed it was a great find and I will be back and dare I say to deliver some of my work! Well if you don’t put it out there,
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
The words of T.S Elliot 1925
The leg of my daughter
It has been so long since I posted anything I will be amazed if anyone is still remotely interested in what I am up to. But never the less it is a new year, a new phase in my life so it is time to make this blog work.
Firstly a quick résumé of what has happen since grad show. Five students from Unitec were selected for Best in Show, currently running at ObjectSpace in Auckland. I was one of the 5 and a selection of my work is on show, along with graduating students from AUT and Hungry Creek. The show is an opportunity for emerging makers and designers to be promoted in a Gallery space, it is a curated show and a great experience at the beginning of the creative journey outside of college.
To complement this award, I am still coming to terms with being nominated for the Graduate Fingers Gallery Award.
Fingers Contemporary Jewellery Gallery is a prestigious gallery in Auckland, next year 2014, it celebrates its 40th year of operating! It is the third oldest Gallery of its genre in the world. An amazing achievement for any gallery especially one situated this side of the world. So I am presently working on a body of work that further develops my approach to enamelling along with my continued fascination with impermanence, imperfection and incompleteness. It is a great personal achievement for me, one that I intend to make the most of. For me it proves that hard work and doing what you love can pay off. My aesthetic will not be for everyone, but it allows me to address questions of value and worth that the wearing of jewellery has done for many, many years.
It’s been a wee while since I posted, well that’s life in the fast lane! The trouble is there are so many thoughts spinning around in my head the opportunity to write seems to jettison past and then the amazingly insightful thing, or just the random thought has gone!
The belief in ones own work is hard at times. Perhaps that is the time when the big questions are pondered and maybe answered if one can be brave enough to continue making. Personally, the act of making is a 3D thinking, tinkering with problems, exploring constraints and honing skills. The absolute frustration is the constraint of time and that is where I sit now. Never enough of it to fully explore the whirlpool of thoughts that are sloshing around my head.
“You must discover the artwork that you like, and realize that the response that you make to it. You must especially know the response that you make to your own work. It is the way you discover your direction and the truth about yourself. If you do not discover your response to your own work, you miss the reward. You must look at the work and know how it makes you feel”
Agnes Martin; Beauty is the Mystery of Life.
The part I have taken from the above is the word REWARD. It has taken a long time to feel good about accepting reward for work I have done. The reward can be small, it can come from myself or from others but it is a moment to savour and not diminish. It is the fuel that can feed the moments of frustration and angst because on reflection; those moments remind us that a reward can be obtained with just a little more determination over the problem that is facing you.
I am slowly discovering how my work makes me feel, and presently I am enjoying the production of work that is of me. Not for anyone else. Never before have I been so selfish in my enjoyment of producing things. I am listening to myself, producing what I like but aware that not everyone reads it the same . And as of now that makes me feel quite good this is an opportunity to immerse myself into the personal response to my own tinkering. I am beginning to like the feeling!
The use of an object is what I am been drawn to but at the same time it is the ornamentation of an object that intrigues. The piercing is for a use but equally for the ornamentation. Today they could easily find themself without use and be solely ornaments, but originally they would have been too utilitarian to be left out on display and only really seen by the footman whilst serving . The fact that they have been used adds so much more. The lack of luster of the silver has more depth than any new piece. A history, a story, a piece of time that moves forward all this is what draws me to objects of use and ornament. How does this seep into my work?
Only after a week can I write about a small event that really has altered my outlook towards the whole process of making. This piece has gone through an awful lot, but together we are both a little stronger. What started off as a maquette and then was transformed into a finished piece after a whole afternoon spent soldering and really getting it just right, burnishing the edges applying lime sulphur, rubbing back adding wax then it fell out of a box. Not knowing it fell from the box and convinced I had lost it for ever I was somewhat distraught. Then by some strange chance I found it next to my car after I had driven over it!!! Now completely flat; BUT all the soldering was intact.
To be honest I think I have been in disbelief. All this only days away from hand in and at a time where emotionally I had completed that body of work and I just wanted to spend time evaluating it and thinking how much this work was going to inform the remainder of this final year. Now I am looking at how this serendipitous event can inform what I do in future or I just take it as an event and smile along with how good my soldering must be if the piece can survive a crushing by a Prado. The squashed ring as it was found on the road after my car had rolled over it. Even the enamel was in tact, and not one piece of my soldering had popped.
Insomniac by Maya Angelou
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
My daily inspiration goes wider tomorrow. A trip to Nelson on a very small plane beckons. Unsure how much industrial hardware I will discover, but as they say change is as good as rest. So an opportunity to see different things, unearth a little history of the area and make the camera useful. And who knows what will be discovered that might feed into this explorative phase of my practice