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After a minutely turbulent 48 hours, I feel settled again, or at least settLING. This can never be a bad thing. Clearly everything will be thrown up again by the chaos of London,which I’m not looking forward to in any over hyped glamourised sense but instead because I will be able to see people to whom I own some seriously quality time.
I’m happy.
I don’t really feel the need to transcribe every detail of why things are coming together but they seem to be working themselves out quite organically which always happens, seemingly, when I don’t struggle against it. I went to a few workshops this week which served as triggers back into things that I love and forgot that I was good at. Bill’s course is turning out to entail much more creative writing than I anticipated and he is really encouraging in terms of getting people to show their work and encouraging feedback. My work is still too full of metaphors but this is probably due to an inherent urge to think in images and allusions in order to get my point across. I would like to write in a much clearer fashion but that will come in time- to replace the habit of long reams of consciousness that actually say very little and result in rather cloudy, over-elaborate style.
Sculpture was alright but it is clear that she reserves her time for the older students and not just these rubbish leftie amateurs who (obviously) just come along to perve at the model. I absolutely loved working in clay again but an hour and a half are hardly sufficient when the last course involved really intensive, 4-6 hour sessions, after which you feel drained, dusty and achy, but what you come out with is clearly the product of much more conetration and engagement. I can’t settle into my work if she changes the pose all the time- but maybe the maquette work is necessary at this stage.
Filty, dirty handed.
I’m happy.
I don’t really feel the need to transcribe every detail of why things are coming together but they seem to be working themselves out quite organically which always happens, seemingly, when I don’t struggle against it. I went to a few workshops this week which served as triggers back into things that I love and forgot that I was good at. Bill’s course is turning out to entail much more creative writing than I anticipated and he is really encouraging in terms of getting people to show their work and encouraging feedback. My work is still too full of metaphors but this is probably due to an inherent urge to think in images and allusions in order to get my point across. I would like to write in a much clearer fashion but that will come in time- to replace the habit of long reams of consciousness that actually say very little and result in rather cloudy, over-elaborate style.
Sculpture was alright but it is clear that she reserves her time for the older students and not just these rubbish leftie amateurs who (obviously) just come along to perve at the model. I absolutely loved working in clay again but an hour and a half are hardly sufficient when the last course involved really intensive, 4-6 hour sessions, after which you feel drained, dusty and achy, but what you come out with is clearly the product of much more conetration and engagement. I can’t settle into my work if she changes the pose all the time- but maybe the maquette work is necessary at this stage.
Filty, dirty handed.