With Good Friday and Easter holidays over - it is now day 6. ArtsPlace (the gallery here) is exciting, what seemed like 200 children attending the Easter Creative event on Saturday. I am still exploring my practice, and have decided to fix 12 sprigs of forysthia into a fishtank with the roots suspended just below the water line, which is 2 inches in the tank. The sprigs are equally spaced so that when you look through the tank you could imagine yourself in some madly blooming forest (now that they have bloomed). I had this mad idea of removing the cellophane that is holding each twig in place (along with a little scotch tape) and wrap silver threadlike string around each to create a self supporting grid.
Interestingly, visitors to my temporary studio here assume that the plastic on top is to increase temperature to help them root. So, perhaps I am trying to get them to root?
I find my work is like trying to be a forensic psychologist, tapping into my subconscious by looking at the debris / creative output that surrounds me. Sometimes the work says more about the place you are in your life than any self imposed research project. Its a bit like Hansel and Gretel and the breadcrumb trail.
I have also been working on a painting that has involved a lot of pouring - I like the way the paint finds its own way, with a little tilting to create obstacles to work around on canvas. I have also included bright flecks that a fellow painter has interpreted as parrot fish, or just parrots. As its an abstract then they can be anything.
I have been visiting my favorite coffee shop and wandering aimlessly around town - today was beautiful weather for it.
42 F - not exactly a heat wave but warm enough not to wear gloves and a hat or have your face freeze off with wind chill. The town is well contained with Granville Ferry across the way looking over to Annapolis. It feels cozy and its only when you hit the traffic lights on the main street and look out to the old road to Digby that the landscape opens up. Tourist season is nowhere in sight yet, though spring is, with crocus (croci?) in yellow, buds on the ornamental quince hedges and furry buds on the magnolias.
After a refreshing blast of spring air, I returned to a productive afternoon - researching poetry and the definition of 'to root' as well as its antonym. I am not sure it is the right word. It certainly has a history, and lots of synonyms. I also photographed the tank today - I have before and after pictures now, so will post them. I feel somehow that I should be using the whole space here which I measured out by footprint to be about 12 feet by 22. Being self contained it could feel a bit prison like but it doesn't. Its a good size, and you can hear people come and go in the gallery with voices wafting up the stair case, tones of conversations rather than words.