No, not come kind of awful artists block or running limit… its the Bath Fringe Festival!
I’ve just got back from what felt a bit like a holiday; a week spent working on a wall for the Bath Fringe Festival. I was staying with my folks in Bristol, commuting to Bath on the bus every day. It was so good- I’m a person who has a lot of trouble winding down and sitting still (I fidget even when I’m watching the telly. Seriously, I get up about 10 times during a film just to faff about) so this kind of enforced relaxation -pootling through the Somerset countryside in the sunshine and just looking out of the window without very much going on in my mind apart from ‘oh, what a nice tree. And another one. Such quaint cottages. Wait… was that a buzzard..?’- was the mental equivalent to a massage.
I was working with a lot of other artists in a big dis-used shop on Stall street. The wall was on the staircase, where a bunch of us were working on a section called ‘Tall Tales’, curated by Sophie Erin Cooper. Above me was Robert Good, who did a writing piece; immediately next to me was Oliver Goodson (that’s two goods) working on a submarine interior. Here is the wall as a work in progress… The photos are crummy. I’m going back in a couple of weeks to invigilate and I’ll take a better camera to get some better shots:
I didn’t make a plan before working, deciding to respond to the space and to the idea of weaving a ‘tall tale’, just as if I were telling an increasingly ridiculous story, making it up as I went along. I’d work for a few hours until I couldn’t see where to go next, then finish for the day knowing that I’d have new ideas when I came back the next day. Once I ran home along the Bristol-Bath cycle path, which is a decent run, but even better is the walk along the river Avon – the Avon Trail- which I did a couple of times. To sum it up? Scenic.
More progress on the wall…
Those square and circle bits screen right are Oliver’s work- I can’t take credit for them!
The open evening was May 23rd. I went with my mum and my aunt. We had a day out in Bath – saw the excellent Julian Opie exhibition at the Holbourne, drank a lot of tea, and visited Mr. B’s bookshop, which is one of my favourite book shops EVER: http://www.mrbsemporium.com/ where the staff really know their stuff and are friendly and enthusiastic. Bibleophiles take note. The show was brilliant; so many different ideas in this mad space. There was a man taped to the floor who my mum thought might have been dead in a sort of macabre crime-thriller way. There were some machines that drew by themselves. There was a tube that did funny things to sound, and a creepy dripping cellar where a woman was playing glass shapes covered in spores with a violin bow. Have you seen the original Ring film by Hideo Nakata? The sound it made was a bit like that. Absolutely terrifying. So, I managed to blur all my final pictures of the wall of course, and until I get a decent shot I’ll have to make do with these two pictures scrobbled together. They’re taken at different angles so I couldn’t line them up exactly, but it gives you a decent idea!