Right now I am sitting at Welney WWT with a pot of tea looking out across the reserve at the chunky ginger cows and swirling flocks of birds that I cannot identify. I’m waiting, waiting for our sculpture to arrive. It’s been a very long wait, we really hoped for completion in January but it’s been a lot more involved and drawn out than any of us had ever thought it could be.
It’s been another busy week. On Monday I was in London launching Shutter Hub’s latest exhibition just off Fleet Street at the St Bride Foundation. The theme of the exhibition, like this The Transition of Time, was derived from and inspired by the Industrial Revolution. I am really pleased with the work we selected, it looks good, and I’m not the only one who thinks so – which is nice!
We had a great turnout for the private view. The venue, the Theatre Bar Gallery, is a really interesting and historical space full of darkness, industrial remnants and raw brick walls.
I met some interesting people and caught up with some old/new friends. One of the guests introduced himself to me by telling me that the Hazelnut harvest in Turkey had been bad this year. He told me his passion was photographing insects, he was very enthusiastic and continued to show me some photographs of Flesh Flies having sex. Later he rushed over to tell me that he’d taken his camera to the toilet with him… ‘Come on man! That’s a bit F’ing weird!’ I exclaimed… then he continued to tell me about the tiny moth he’d spotted.
I had another marvellous and enthralling conversation with an artist named John Kaine who was very kind about, and interested in, the image from http://themedevenings.com/themed-nights/monte-carlo-theme-nights/ Reading Rooms I was showing. He said it reminded him of Philip Guston’s look at this website Two Fat Feet, he liked the element of disembodiment against the juxtaposition of the knowledge that we all imagined the rest of the body, even though there was no body. We talked about his interest in robotics, and how he’d spent years attempting to create a robot that would leave home, about his interest in bars (bars of chocolate, bars of soap, you know!) and about body image and ‘muscle’ implants. What an interesting chap!
We’ve got two exhibitions on in London at the moment, PLACE and The Transition of Time, one off Brick Lane, one off Fleet Street – not bad hey? I’m chuffed with that!
I did a funny thing on the train up to London, apart from huddling up to a stranger next to me, pointing at the grotesque insect on the window and half squeaking, half growling, ‘Whhaaaat is ittttt!’ (I later found out from fly sex man that it was a Ichneumon Wasp), I listened in on a conversation between a girl and a boy for almost an hour. She was very upset, she was studying for a PhD and she was struggling with anxiety. She felt she was pushing herself too far and she was afraid of being broken. I wondered if she was exaggerating, but when I looked at her big frightened eyes I thought she was actually quite serious. I listened on until we reached Kings Cross. Now, that’s not so strange, the eavesdropping bit, but the next bit might be!
I wrote a note to the girl on the train and as we got off I handed it to her. I said, rather awkwardly, ‘I’ve written you a weird note because I was listening in!’ and then I legged it!
I felt embarrassed, but I also felt that maybe I could say something that might make her feel a bit better. I just couldn’t say it out loud. She might have thought I was a right idiot, but I hope that, if anything, she might feel a bit better knowing that even a random stranger cared how she felt.
Anyway! I also had a manky pub lunch and popped to Tate Modern.
On Tuesday night Adam and I went to see St Vincent at Cambridge Junction. I was a bit annoyed with myself when we got to the doors and discovered I actually had four tickets – two spares!
I kept on about how amazed I was by the amount of old men there were in the audience. Then St Vincent came on stage, ‘Oh, I see!‘ I said to Adam as he nodded and looked around. She is just really stunning, with an amazing voice, beautiful bones, moves like a slightly mad mechanical doll and effortlessly plays awesomely grinding, powerful guitar. Oh, I see!
It was an excellent gig, and even better for the fact that I only saw two people take photos/videos with their mobile phones. Hooray for old men who keep their hands in their pockets! Hmmmm.
On Wednesday I battled my email pile into submission, got a much needed hair cut, met Hannah for a noodle lunch, and bought some new trainers. Then yesterday consisted of a very productive office day with Neil and a lovely evening with Mummy Harvey.
And now, now I’m here, waiting!