THE IGNORABLE GNOBI
Meet Gnobi, the utterly functionless clay slug whose fate it is to play unwitting canvas to candied globs of paint in the studio.
It hits me that these passages read like captions and I wonder if a blog’s template somehow sways its content (and not the other way round as it should be). Amongst the inky blackness of my previous website I am oft melancholy, prone to maudling and abstraction while within the current crisp Swiss-ish layout, words are becoming descriptive and systematic. It feels like filing memories away into a super-catalogued album of sorts. Years behind, I’ve even actually kept a blog swathed in shades of grey, which I slowly began to fill with poems about winter and a tale set in Soviet Russia.
My mind seems to be dictated by context, a visual art direction. Which begs the question: might there be rigours to which I can subject my environment thus magically (exorcising my languid spirit) inducing me to be more productive, more creative?
MAKING SPACE
after leaving my job earlier on this year, my colleagues from Little Art Bug and i created an art show called Making Space. it wasn’t as hoity-toity and artyfarty as most art exhibitions go. we had a lovely space, we were brimming with creative intent, and over the course of our jobs as children’s art educators, we had collected several wry and poignant observations calling to manifest. (half of these photos stolen from jacqsim..)
prepping the scene was chaos for the fragile heart. randi taped fabric to the walls (so we didn’t have to whitewash/clean) which tore off like tears hours before opening. JOANNE and xander balanced atop ladders to nail them back tight. xiaohui’s heavy work had to be precariously mounted on a soft plaster wall while jacqsim and i puzzled over how to hang art perfectly horizontal and thankfully DYN, the artist with several shows’ worth of cunning, arrived at the last minute to set everything in order. the budget was tight and as we were obviously artists over exhibition planners, having this actually come together smoothly and punctually was gratifying.
it will only get better from here.
Sky in progress.
Touching base at the Ford Factory where we be painting a mural. The sun is unforgiving but snacks will get us through..
BACK
because photoshop’s working after a fortnight of grief! i find myself typing and moving the mouse extremely gingerly now though, for fear that a sudden movement may jolt the petulant programme into another tantrum. here’s the pictorial sundry for the rest of a busy busy april and may.
the view from my hotel room in kl, where i abandoned the saddle of contractual responsibility for an inebriated weekend.
we visited a club which had extremely incongruous chinese acrobatic performances peppering the sets.
indian servers in bowties at a johnnie walker party held within a lovely marquee.
silas turned four on the twenty-first! here he is snoozing as i cut his treacherous nails, choosing the bedframe over the dozens of pillows i piled upon him.
painting at the memories at the old ford factory, but i’ll save the details for another entry soon cuz i gotta get back to work. the hair still looks trés plebeian but the rest of my life is lovely.
ALL I WANNA DO
with any luck at all, i might be able to start on these in a week. huzzah!
