Portal contd

when we say “I had a dream last night”

is this correct?

i actively dreamt?

MY dream?

i fell asleep, dreamt, woke up?

the dream begins when I enter rem sleep and ends when rem sleep ends?

and the dream is a way for me to process information from waking life, sift, siphon, distill?

or…

the dream is always there

I am conscious of it in different ways

i wake up and remember it

i write it down

the dream itself hasn’t ended

it continues but I am only aware of it at a different level of consciousness

not one that is immediately recognisable in the waking state

the dream is always there

always

for everyone.

it is a way for the Unconscious to feed data to us

to nudge us towards what Jung called Individuation, Consciousness.

The data is fed to us from an ocean of information, just as instinct and DNA informs our physical behaviour

this sculpture is about the portal through which the data passes.

Sold

In July I received an offer for The Perilous Bed, designed a crate for shipping, filled out lots of paperwork and a courier took it to the buyer in France. The experience was surreal. I had no contact with the buyer. The money is held by the broker ( saatchiart) based in the States who take a fairly standard 35% and the buyer has a buy or return option lasting 7 days. So it’s great for them but disconcerting for the artist. The sale was completed so my sculpture is now in the collection of a person I have never met or spoken with. 

Exploratory Sandblasting

As part of a contract to produce sculptures based on the designs of MUF Architects I hired a sandblast machine and used highly aggressive glass aggregate to blast stripes onto Pennant sandstone. I conducted a quick test for my own work using slate and 3 layers of gaffer tape. The blaster obliterated the tape much quicker than I had hoped, however I liked the results. Unfortunately the machine had to be returned next day. I will continue to experiment with the smaller, less powerful machine in half term.

Exploring Appropriation

Vermeer, The Little Street (1657-58)

 

 

I’m thinking of deconstructing Vermeer’s urban landscape in some way. I see parallels with my own interest in portals- windows, doors, openings, viewpoints as metaphors for the way in which the unconscious and conscious communicate. I’m interested in the paintings negative and positive spaces and balance of light and shade. I want to explore it and dismantle it to better grasp its mastery. It’s rhythms and balance. I may attempt to take the central whitewashed masonry for example and make a sculpture of it. Or perhaps take the painting apart layer by layer and scribe or sandblast it onto stone panels to extract and abstract it’s representationality and explore its sculptural qualities. But also as a comment on its instant-in-time socio-economic, proto-photographic qualities. Bourgeois Vermeer depicting the servants as faceless operatives, ant-like, ornamenting his composition or scrubbing his canvas until it glistens. Sandblasting a version of this into slate, minus the servants, as a sort of black and white stone photocopy with the workers air brushed out as a way of drawing the viewer’s attention back to the original to be seen in a different way. (Berger). Or even finding a way to sandblast the figures only, without the architecture.