A Couple of Questions
Hi Susie,
I have a couple of questions about the project:
1. Can I post video?
2. Can I post sound?
3. If I can, can you teach me how...?
4. Can we write in different typefaces to show who is who? Does it matter that readers know? I think it might?
5. Exactly how is this art?
I'm guessing you are working. I have another question? Other artists, how do they find the time to work and also look after kids, cook, clean and do laundry? I get that there are many, often men, who have partners who do it all for them- or if they are single, they can let it all go to hell and who cares anyway. But what about the women artists with kids, whose partners work. They can't all afford full time help- so how do they do it?
Tuesday 25 September 2012
Monday 17 September 2012
Ok, not the images I was expecting. Interesting.
Nice though. I like the red wig and I like the weirdness.
But what I really like is the way it makes me question the whole idea of the project.
Suppose we say that the white screen behind this blog is the white walls of the gallery that we are making for ourselves, and that the piece that we are making has to be a conversation, because there are two of us, but isn't exactly a private conversation. Then what? It can't be completely formless, because this is art (right?) not random personal musings. But because it is taking the blog form, it has to have some element of randomness, of conversation, with its twists and turns and unresolved moments.
Though while we are at it, why shouldn't art be random personal musings, just with backbone?
How about this for a skeletal structure?
The confluence of family and the outside world, the public and the private, intimacy and openness. The pressing desire to inhabit both successfully and the the intense annoyance that just doing one well takes more time that we've got anyway. And certainly about the position of women in this- woman artists, woman parents.
Which brings me to the woman in your picture (and to the queen!).
Tell me again why you call her a suicide girl?
I know the pictures you are talking about- queen-wise. There was one hanging at the border crossing when I went in to Canada, young with a blue velvet robe and an orb in her hand, with short curled hair. Have you tried the Commonwealth Institute?
Nice though. I like the red wig and I like the weirdness.
But what I really like is the way it makes me question the whole idea of the project.
Suppose we say that the white screen behind this blog is the white walls of the gallery that we are making for ourselves, and that the piece that we are making has to be a conversation, because there are two of us, but isn't exactly a private conversation. Then what? It can't be completely formless, because this is art (right?) not random personal musings. But because it is taking the blog form, it has to have some element of randomness, of conversation, with its twists and turns and unresolved moments.
Though while we are at it, why shouldn't art be random personal musings, just with backbone?
How about this for a skeletal structure?
The confluence of family and the outside world, the public and the private, intimacy and openness. The pressing desire to inhabit both successfully and the the intense annoyance that just doing one well takes more time that we've got anyway. And certainly about the position of women in this- woman artists, woman parents.
Which brings me to the woman in your picture (and to the queen!).
Tell me again why you call her a suicide girl?
I know the pictures you are talking about- queen-wise. There was one hanging at the border crossing when I went in to Canada, young with a blue velvet robe and an orb in her hand, with short curled hair. Have you tried the Commonwealth Institute?
Saturday 15 September 2012
The Queen and Parking
I'm trawling the internet trying to find a photograph of the queen when she was young. You know, the ones that are framed in community halls - or were, do they still have them? I can say I have no over riding feelings about the queen, good or bad. This is for Ben, it's kitch and he'll love it. It's his birthday and I need to find one and catch the post. I have to order visitor's parking permits too.
Friday 14 September 2012
We have moths too.
This morning I got up at 6.15. I had to sing 'The North Wind Doth Blow' to Coni to stop him crying and persuade him that it was a bad idea to go to kindergarten in his pirate t-shirt and cut off jeans. I gave them all breakfast. I made Riva's packed lunch and put it in her bag. I gave them their vitamins, and then had to clear up the one Lila chewed for a bit and spat on the floor. I got Riva off the loo and brushing her teeth with a mixture of begging, threats and shouting. I got them to put on their shoes and their jackets and heaved their bags on their backs, and I put their cycle helmets on and James loaded them all on the bike. I called from the door "I love you! Have a lovely day!" to each one because I always think- if they have an accident, if anything happens, I want my last memory of them to be something I could bare.
Then I cleared up the breakfast things. It's my day at the studio and I wanted so much to go early but it was a tip, it was a disaster zone, and it seemed rotten that James would have to come back to that. It took forever and I did it badly. I brushed my teeth but I didn't have time for a shower, and I came to the studio. I am going to work today, but I have to order Riva's new bed first because we promised her she could have her own room when she started Class 1 and she's been there a week and a half now.
I love what I've got, and I know that I'm lucky. But I don't know if this is the way to go about winning the Turner Prize. And they have an age limit Sue, so we have to hurry.
Can you send me an image?
This morning I got up at 6.15. I had to sing 'The North Wind Doth Blow' to Coni to stop him crying and persuade him that it was a bad idea to go to kindergarten in his pirate t-shirt and cut off jeans. I gave them all breakfast. I made Riva's packed lunch and put it in her bag. I gave them their vitamins, and then had to clear up the one Lila chewed for a bit and spat on the floor. I got Riva off the loo and brushing her teeth with a mixture of begging, threats and shouting. I got them to put on their shoes and their jackets and heaved their bags on their backs, and I put their cycle helmets on and James loaded them all on the bike. I called from the door "I love you! Have a lovely day!" to each one because I always think- if they have an accident, if anything happens, I want my last memory of them to be something I could bare.
Then I cleared up the breakfast things. It's my day at the studio and I wanted so much to go early but it was a tip, it was a disaster zone, and it seemed rotten that James would have to come back to that. It took forever and I did it badly. I brushed my teeth but I didn't have time for a shower, and I came to the studio. I am going to work today, but I have to order Riva's new bed first because we promised her she could have her own room when she started Class 1 and she's been there a week and a half now.
I love what I've got, and I know that I'm lucky. But I don't know if this is the way to go about winning the Turner Prize. And they have an age limit Sue, so we have to hurry.
Can you send me an image?
Wednesday 12 September 2012
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