The day was long.
Tonight my legs will not get me to Old Street for Standpoint Gallery. Just tired. Been at ceramics sculpting a lion’s mane all morning and dealing with domestic stuff before and up to now. Boo hoo. And then some. At class we had a great debate about what art really is and should be.
First of all, see my glazed crab aka fab crab….
I applied the under-glaze using a bad technique and we were all fearful of losing the stripes although I was over being precious by the end of three hours work. So, a stripy crab. Nothing collapsed and the stripes remained intact together with the barnacles.
So the conversation began about ole Grayson pandering to the art world despite his rebellious look. We got onto how art is measured as good or bad and us old hippies were bound to say that as long as we feel creative , then we’ve done the art, whether anyone else recognizes the art as art or not. However I suggested that there has to be a standard because for example The Royal Academy sets standards by judging art before the curators display it and exams in school set standards for pass rates. You can’t dismiss that by saying ‘yes but that’s just exams’ because talented teenagers rely on those grades. Rely. There have/has to be standards of form and shape and technique. Or why do we revere and respect the classics in painted varnished pictures?
I shall go find a free online course to get views from others. I’m following a free online course at present all about propaganda. When I say ‘following’… It means lots of looking at videos and reading texts.
Big day tomorrow; V&A then Mudras drawing on Friday.
MUSEfest happens in Paris tomorrow evening. Now that is exciting. Two women in different countries worked together online to produce a showcase for women who inspire others in music.
Bank Holiday Monday’s workshop was a new drawing experience in the basement of the happening Rich Mix in Bethnal Green Road.
The whole area was heaving with young couples hanging out in posh caffs or on cobbled street corners. Just wonderful. I swear I was the only oldie pumping on the fair streets of London today but felt revived and comfortable because my workshop was intended for over 55s.
The facilitator welcomed us as we browsed an exhibition featuring saris printed over with drawings of dancers and hand- gestures, lino- cuts and lino-cut prints, dancers’ ankle- bells and other crowd pleasers. I was happy there weren’t any cushions or bean bags on the floor. The drawing and Mudras was for seniors, remember.
We drew each other’s hands in gestures of the Indian inspired dance using a gadget with a prism mirror. The instrument was an aid to getting the gesture through the fluid movement of drawing.
Exhausted by concentration, we moved on to printing with wooden blocks and ink.
There was even juice to liven up ourselves.
I suggested that Sarah get to The Mill in Walthamstow pronto to give the locals a taste of Mudras.
The workshop was indeed a pleasure. Sarah had researched the ways of textiling craftspeople in India before embarking on the gestures project with women at St Hilda’s Project in old Globe Town Tower Hamlets.. Craft is viewed as an avenue for well-being especially amongst the socially un- connected. So some say.
Any more sessions for free? you ask. Yes.
Check Gestures and Mudras at Eventbrite for June beginning. Wear a pinny.