Wednesday, January 25, 2012

FUZE Weeks 41-42

 The past two weeks  I was touring the eastern states of New South Wales and Queensland with Remnant Dance Collective.  More so than touring the east coast of Aus I was touring the uncharted lands of a realm far beyond my comfort zone!  In this unknown land I discovered many new creatures including collaboration, dance, and improvisation.  At first these creatures although intriguing seemed wild and scarey and I was quite happy to keep my distance, but we warmed to each other in time and ultimately developed a loving relationship of mutual respect.

Every time I travel I'm reminded of how big the world actually is.  And how small my world often is.  Touring the east was no exception.  This time it was the creative world I had been living in that I realized was small by my own making, when in reality it can be quite big.

Day 1: Ananndale

Day 2: Carlingford

Day 3: Dress run

Day 4: Pub

Day 5: Woy Woy

Day 6: Sydney
Day 7: Public Transport
Day 8: Brisbane
Day 9: Costume Check
Day 10: The Old Museum
Day 11: Boonah
Day 12: The Girl Hive
Day 13: New Friend (he was nearly the size of my palm, BTW)
Day 14: Cool Kids Ride in the Back of the Bus
Day 15: Brisbane

Thursday, January 5, 2012

From the Studio

This week in the studio this...
Became this...
 and this...
In my preparations for going to Sydney and Brisbane next week all of the tags had to be taken down.  This was going to have to happen sooner or later as part of moving out of the studio anyway.  It was a little sad.  Mostly though it was scarey.  As I took the 1,100 plus tags off the wall I was thinking of how to display them for the up coming exhibitions over East.  I had no idea what I was going to do with them.  To say that realization brought with it a sense of failure would be highly accurate.  Here I've been collecting these stupid tags for months and having people all over the world also collecting them, I'm showing Tete a tete as part of my installation on the East coast next week and NOW I discover I'm not really sure what I'm doing with these stupid things!

There's no telling how many hours I spent staring at a color coded mountain of tea tags this week.  I knew what ever I did with them had to add to the story not just solve the issue of easily transporting and installing them.  I mounted them on craft paper, sheets, glass, napkins, and stationary in various different shapes and configurations... it all looked fine but it didn't add anything.  I piled them on the floor, tables. shelves, and chairs of all varieties... that didn't add anything to the story either or even look ok.  I put them in tea cups, plastic containers, ziplock baggies, and boxes... that didn't work.

Then I counted out 60 of all the same, put them in a stack and covered it with wax.  And it worked!
This whole work is about shared moments... how long is a moment?  A minute, 60 seconds?  An hour, 60 minutes?  Both?  Neither?  However we define "moment" it deals with a measure of time, the number 60 is a big part of the way we measure time.  So is 12.  So 11 more times I made a stack of 60, covered it in wax, and tied the strings up like a ribbon on a package.
I love that they look like little present.  What is a shared moment or an intentional conversation if not a gift?  Wax, as a long standing phrase in my visual language, always refers to preservation.  When you have that lovely moment of meeting someone face to face and sharing time with them you'll want to keep it. 

Each stack has specific tags, some are the tags for specific people, that signify specific people or events that have marked my year here... churchfreo is one, there's one for my Artist's Way group and studio buddies, there are several for specific friends, all of my supporters have one, the class I took back in July at Curtain is one.

This makes me kind of sad...

Granted, it is kind of funny.  But notice that it's all based on choices and preferences not once is relationship or faith mentioned.  Sad.