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Lots to think about following the Art/Writing Talks at Spike Island on Saturday.
I plan to write out a response in the coming weeks, but for the time being below is a slideshow recording of my own presentation, which considers the possibility of reciprocation between art and writing and between practice and everyday life.
This was the second of three Art/Writing Talks curated and chaired by Fiona Fullam, and also presenting were Daniel Jewesbury and Jesse Jones.
The first of the talks was at The Dock, Carrick-On-Shannon on 13 November, with speakers David Berridge, Declan Long and Tine Melzer: David Berridge writes more about the event here. The final event will be at The Goethe Institute, Dublin on 11 December, with speakers Maria Fusco and Maeve Connolly.
Over the last few weeks I’ve spent some happy hours reading the Artists Talking blogs on the a-n website. I’ve been picking a “Choice Blog” for the month, and landed gladly upon David Minton’s Dead and Dying Flowers (see this page here).
Separately, I’ve been struck by the role of the studio in many of the blogs: it appears variously as a place separate from the proper bits of life; the only place where proper life happens; a place where mistakes are allowed and enjoyed; a place where things are still; where things are never still; where things stay and wait until the artist next returns. (Do the things dance around like Woody and Buzz while we’re away, and flop back down in naturalistic poses just as we open the door? Wouldn’t that be nice. Maybe we should spend more time out of our studios to let the artworks play on their owns.)
Below is a response to Anton’s comment on my earlier post On Thyme.
Yes, I would rather no human shaping at all.
And yes, where language tries to describe things as themselves, it fails. The description interrupts its object, causes it to recede from description, and in its place describes something altogether different. The thing described is not the same as the coexistent thing that evaded description. The particular quality of a thing – a thing as it is, on its own, “resting in its thing-being” – is precisely that it is undescribed*. Described, the thing is no longer the thing it was, and the thing it was recedes, evading description. Read the rest of this entry »
I propose we each carry a purse containing threads with small clips fastened at each end. One end of each thread would be attached to the inside of the purse, and the other would be clipped in passing to objects and people we expect might be relevant later on. Over time we would each amass tens of thousands of these clipped threads, both issuing from our purses and clipped to our person and personal effects by others.
Provided the threads are sufficiently long and robust and numerous, instead of speaking we could physically tug at the things we wish to denote and finally abandon language once and for all.
Admittedly communication would proceed painstakingly. Read the rest of this entry »
This is our new home. In a complete change of everything, this home consists of a white studio. It means rather than making artwork in a domestic space as I have been for the past few years, I’ll be doing domestic things in an art-making space.
