The blue wall space has changed a few things.
It has unexpectedly ‘opened up’ a lingering place, to lean and chat with studio colleagues. An exchange point for conversations with Francis, our ‘Hard to Find’ bicycle repair neighbour, and his bemused visitors. A pool of icy light bounces off the opposite wall in the monochrome corridor. I have made several drawings on the wall, as quickly as I can, ruler and chalk; not plotted, just done.
It has unexpectedly ‘opened up’ a lingering place, to lean and chat with studio colleagues. An exchange point for conversations with Francis, our ‘Hard to Find’ bicycle repair neighbour, and his bemused visitors. A pool of icy light bounces off the opposite wall in the monochrome corridor. I have made several drawings on the wall, as quickly as I can, ruler and chalk; not plotted, just done.
A new stick of chalk has a clean sharp edge for ruling lines, this soon wears down, becomes thick and the eye kicks in to justify the grid. This is good and how I like it; the grid begins to quiver.
I have interspersed the wall work with the Repeat Copier, pink papers, which now total 60. I approached these with fixed rules. Again the grid. The repetition of these two activities have brought this to my attention. How is this functioning in the work?
Am I locking in to a space or locking out? Am I applying a net to the world, am I constructing, or locating in the world?
Not exclusively referencing the surface, the grids allude and invite in to a space. The drawn grids are suspended, a drift-net perhaps. The structure bringing attention to the drawn line, the blurr, the melt. the movement.
Not exclusively referencing the surface, the grids allude and invite in to a space. The drawn grids are suspended, a drift-net perhaps. The structure bringing attention to the drawn line, the blurr, the melt. the movement.
I used the wall to write out current thinking for an informal studio practice presentation at the studios, five of us talked through ideas and activity in our work.
The impact of wall drawing is felt in my body as I stretch and climb the ladder and pull the line down to the base of the space. Reminded of the Yvonne Rainer show at Raven Row I’ve been thinking about the choreographer’s drawings on display and the planning and notation of moves.
Paint, grid, body, I keep moving.
Paint, grid, body, I keep moving.
http://www.ravenrow.org/exhibition/yvonne_rainer/
http://www.tate.org.uk/research/publications/tate-papers/grid-checkpoint-modernity
http://isites.harvard.edu/fs/docs/icb.topic1050153.files/Grids_Rosalind%20Krauss.pdf
http://www.tate.org.uk/research/publications/tate-papers/grid-checkpoint-modernity
http://isites.harvard.edu/fs/docs/icb.topic1050153.files/Grids_Rosalind%20Krauss.pdf