Contexture, University College Falmouth

Dw i'n crwydro'r byd yn chwilio am fy ngrud



Contexture, Woodlane Campus, University College Falmouth June 2011
woven paper on string, old paper [perhaps 40 years or more] printed, text printed on canvas.

about the creation
words printed on canvas

It was in a cube space of its own - I failed to take a photo of whole space - two people have said they will send image...but haven't...

by the accidental dropping of the D in the title, it became a question.
more words added on seing the work [it was in a lovely three sided cube...space...]



this work started its creation for Beyond Text: Making Unmaking

Dw i'n crwydro'r byd...additional words, in the wake of

one speaks while hearing one’s own speaking, wedding the self and sound as a singular event... since the voice is capable of being internalized at the same time as it is externalized, it can spill over from subject to object and object to subject, violating the bodily limits upon which classic subjectivity depends (LaBelle, B. (2010). Background Noise. New York/ London: Continuum)


The voice is also felt in the body: it vibrates, through breath, in the diaphragm, the folds of the vocal chords and in the eardrum.

Words that desire to be said, that cannot be said, not publically said. The unsaid is part of us is held, holds us. Words woven into a nest that sits in the hand, long string imply possible future weavings. Words made material, 3 dimensional, words safe enough to give to you – but silent, unreadable words. I also give my words to a stranger [ripped into strips, rearranged, retyped, remade], he sits back to back with me, reads my fragmented words, I cannot see him, I can hear his voice as he spills his/my body out, I feel my words as his rib cage resonates against mine. Self and other.

I embody the words. I disembody the words – hand them over, both readable and unreadable, I re-embody the words both feeling/hearing them come back to me and as I weave. I hear and feel my words but do not speak them.

Cosmic Housekeeper at Milkwood gallery's pitch at Chapter's 40th birthday art car boot

link to set of cosmic housekeeper images

Dw'n crwydro'r byd yn chwilio am nghrud

at Beyond Text: Making and Unmaking Text
Centre for Creative Collaboration
London
January 28th 2011

I sat weaving, a man sat back to back with me reading my words, the words fragmented from their sentences to make new meaning.
We weave our complicated lives? Bad and good, distressing and pleasing. Can we hold it? Are we held by it? Re-making the words I present the difficult side of my life; they can then be held in your hand. Words are spoken. a sense of closeness for the performing strangers, each others movement felt by each other.
weave : leave. weft : left. public : private. truth?




A link to an after writing
follow this link for a bit more information

Arranged 7 curated by Becky Cremin & Ryan Ormonde
Funded & assisted by AHRC: beyond Text; Royal holloway, University of London and The Centre for Creative Collaboration.

a research blog

might be of interest...especially if I regularly post to it:
fold into haptic

Holy Hiatus book & symposium

A link to the book "Holy Hiatus" at Parthian books website

also the 2nd symposium that took place in September 2010 now has viseos and update on the website - click here for link

Art at Rhosygilwen

I will be showing work at Art at Rhosygilwen, arts festival, July 3rd & 4th

in the exhibition:

Tarantela yn erbyn y wâl: dawns i arbed fy mywyd cyn i mi gyrraedd 50
Tarantella against the wall: a dance to save my life before I’m 50

Tarantella: a dance to remove the poison and melancholy of the spider's bite, a dance to save your life.

I examine myself, my body …not a youthful body any longer, physical limitations, psoriasis, notions of depression, melancholy and what are we do about such emotions?
Alongside this are my continuing investigations of movement and stillness, which captures movement best, moving or still images (wrote my first essay on this in 1983)? In what ways do we believe photography? If I tell you this is taken with a compact camera with no cable release; and these are not stills from a video…. How do you read it?
At times it is impossible for me to dance due to psoriatic arthritis…so how do I set out to save my one, precious life? And how do I feel about wearing a petticoat in a smooth skinned slim youth beauty culture?

a slow tarantella by L' Arpeggiata - "remember you must die" can be listened to here

around and about:

Cosmic housekeeper: sweeping the yard
Gwraig cadw tŷ cosmig: ysgubo’r llathen

Turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. A square yard is defined by four tape measures – metric on one side, imperial the other, pinned together. A small quadrant of the universe is designated for cleaning. All manner of brushes and cloths are used.
Conversations sometimes occur… about domestic things, a particular one I remember is about an old tradition, from maybe just my locality, of cleaning slate floor slabs then drawing a pattern with dock leaves.

see previous entry