The realisation just hit me. Seven weeks and I've done nothing 'creative' (it feels). Not even mixed a colour. What I have done though is (beat myself up and) some thinking- i.e. tried to conceptualise by osmosis.
Actually I take that back. I now realise I have not 'done nothing', I have been unconsciously imbibed with new vocabulary, been sucked/enticed into the new way of speaking and thinking (a little), I still can't do it (at all well) but more positively and in response to this realisation, I have come up with these questions I need to ask myself...
Actually I take that back. I now realise I have not 'done nothing', I have been unconsciously imbibed with new vocabulary, been sucked/enticed into the new way of speaking and thinking (a little), I still can't do it (at all well) but more positively and in response to this realisation, I have come up with these questions I need to ask myself...
- Can my work translate to large scale installations?
- Do I want it to?
- What other applications may my work have?
- Why do I want to do what I want to do with it?
- Does my work need a use (other than to look gorgeous !!!)?
And in relation to my theoretical research on my initial inspiration:
'the finding/uncovering of objects
left behind in a derelict, desolate landscape, that which gives a sense of ‘place’
and an emotive response to the viewer' (new!)
- Why are these objects left? Accident or design?
- What do these objects mean? What did they mean to someone once? What do they mean to the other?
- Why do some people (me) search them out? How does it make them (me) feel?
- Why do I want to go to Chernobyl?
