A Creatively Different Wednesday takes me to the little woodshop, and more preparation of exhibition hardware. I’m becoming just as obsessed with making the stands and displays as I am about finalising prints, framing pieces and even producing more work. (This, by the way, for the Wirksworth showing of Inky Conditions.)
This does not surprise me. I really like to build stuff since I kinda hit the groove just about a year ago; the balance twixt the carefree and considered – basically the confidence to get ahead with making what I want. Encouragement and self-belief garnered from, amongst other sources, podcasts like Making It, Creative Pep Talk, James O’Brien’s Unfiltered. And, as ever, the rightness of being in and at the time that’s right.
I need the benches, backboards, shelving and modified easels to be more than functional carriers. The wood – reclaimed and pre-lived-with – must tell a similar story to the little houses and the inky worded pictures. My cast and my community made up of things that had their time in skips (US friends, read Dumpsters) else on the beach. Be more, even, than backing singers to my band. And I know at the same time that I could go on making forever: enough already that B. was moved to mention at the weekend that there could be quite a sea of wood at the show. Sea of Wood!
Today is our anniversary. Our 10th. The space I’ve given to thinking about this, is the space that comes with this new life, and with making things.