Much like my last posting, this one is about shining a light on my own thoughts, as instigated by others. Like the last, I should have trust and belief I've done right... but found I was doubting myself. This event took place before the last, so I guess I'm feeling hyper aware to such.
This was my piece for The Material Girls exhibition "Goodnight Children Everywhere" recently shown at Rainham Hall.
Whilst I was there doing my stewarding a member of the public asked after it. So there I am, wearing my identity badge, standing next to my work which is also labelled with my name (in two places I might add) - and they happily tell me to my face what's wrong with it, and not in an art critique kind of way!
So this is where the light shines on my emotions.
Fair enough, no one likes everything, so you are perfectly entitled to think such.
But next I am filled with conflict.... is it really appropriate to say such to the artist? Not to my taste, not my thing, all 'acceptable'.
However the comment, albeit throwaway almost trivial, and yet in one breath hurtful and also bemusing. Not really sure how I was supposed to feel about such.
I brushed the face to face comment aside, but days later it started to gnaw at me. Why? Could it be hurtful because it had an element of truth about it? If I were totally happy with the piece, then the remark would have firmly planted in the bemused side.
I had never made a book like this before, it took a lot of working out the practicalities of the how, and I would make it differently another time.
Anyway post exhibition, I decided to take scissors to it - well a scalpel, as actually its too well made to succumb to scissors.
It needs some tweaking to sort out, few snips are not the end, and I've got to make best of it in situ, its neither practical nor something I want to do, to dismantle and reassemble.
So.... the irony is "I Spy" (title of the piece) can no longer be spied as it was at this exhibition. If its ever on show again, perhaps you'd like to play: I Spy with My Little Eye - changes made!