I had a ready-to-go collection of small worn cardboard boxes. Cards,
cotton, pins, jewellery and tools were the past occupants of a few. Some
were found empty. Today I added one. It has a small tree pattern on the
exterior.
The idea was to work on one box a day, to
make, using found objects, texts and natural materials, little
installations and see where they took me. I've always had a fondness for
Cornell and for miniature, and there's a lot of delight in being quite
free fantastically speaking, in allowing the loose and easy association
of objects on an intuitive level.
I've
found though, that it's difficult to stick to just the one. In the
middle of making my attention is diverted to another beginning, and as
I'm not one to usher images away (concerned they might not reappear) I
allow the interruptions and diversions. There will be a staggering of
finishes too, I imagine.
There is a very small amount of unease in the simplicity and history of
what I'm doing, but at this stage I think it is best not to think too
much about those worries. I am reminded of earlier childhood days, and
the playing of making worlds.
No comments:
Post a Comment