A productive morning creating new acetates for the OHP to be used at some fantastic and trendy art night, part club, part toe to toe drawing session. I am turning up as the clown, yet to decide how childish my antics will be. Thought about art custard pies, water bombs and all that stuff but it possibly won’t go down well with the owners. Instead, I might just menace the artists by daubing on their work.
I love it at Repro. Made up the acetates whilst the magic copier churned out copy after copy of the cheap PEEP! for the interim show. Trimmed some artwork, packaged it up. And then I went to collect a free photocopier courtesy of the freecycle network and a kind man called Russell (http://www.freecycle.org/). I am planning to put it in the studio later on and see if it works, he said it does so more of a case of seeing how soon I might need a new toner drum, thing. I think it is digital and does things like reducing and enlarging and so on, in which case, it will be very useful.
New zines, one off zines.
I tried the copier. It needs toner. I might be able to get one cheap. Should be good if I can, it does reduce and enlarge and once I have mastered the scanning area, the world will be my lobster. I can’t wait.
The studio is filling up. The irony being I am losing space to gain rent. When I was alone in there, I wasn’t actually using it much. As soon as another body moves in I work more. Perhaps I knew this on a subconscious level; it is tempting to do nothing when there is no one to see it or chart any progress. Apart from the bulky copier, I am refitting an old wardrobe as a new gallery. I can’t have my studio open when we do the ArtWalk as I am not insured, so I decided to have a gallery stood in the doorway instead.
It is a PEEP! gallery. Two door wardrobe with two drawers at the bottom. One drawer will be a gift shop, with FREE gifts, publications etc and so on. The other drawer will be a gallery. At the moment, I am planning to turn it into the ‘Almost Art’ gallery (or the ‘gallery of near misses’). It will contain items that have been carefully assembled over the years; fragments from artists studios. For example, I have some gloss paint drips scraped off the floor of Damien Hirst’s studio. These droplets nearly made it. A flick of the wrist of fate in a different direction and they would have been on the canvas, worth something; art. Through some cunning but secretive contacts, I have quite a few exhibits.
In the main body of the gallery, behind the doors, in the closet-I don’t know yet. The obvious thing to do would be to present some nicely printed imagery from PEEP! However, my ego must be fed and so it might end up as an MTS show. Old stuff, obviously. The gallery is new, that is enough effort.
Day After That
More painting at the studio and more discussion of future MTS plans. Not in any careerist way at all, just ideas of work that we’d like to do. Since we began in 2006 we have averaged two ‘events’ a month; an event either being an exhibition or inclusion in a book, film programme etc. Something public as opposed to private meanderings. Our CV looks quite healthy and the issues we make aren’t even included on that list. We’ve done ‘quite well’ despite not much effort. Of course, if you use the normal measure of success-money-we’re shit.
We have looked out for exhibitions, real ones in proper spaces. We have done the odd ‘street’ thing and talked often of doing more ‘things’ in that way; we are quite lazy. Once planning, logistics and so on enter the thought process, we look elsewhere. Hopefully that is about to change, hopefully the couple of projects we have been working on will encourage more freedom. We are not ‘street artists’ or anything associated. We are trying to find an audience and get some immediate response. If some people laugh and like it, great; job done. Seeking a buzz really. The opposite of trying to make a career.
Two Days Later
Went to the Ferens Art Gallery in Hull to see Kirsten O’Brien, popular children’s television art person thing. Children joined in the Big Draw activities. I drooled from a distance. Realised I wasn’t so much drooling at her physical attributes as the knowledge that she inhabits a world I can only dream of, televisionland. All the while I hoped she would glance over and make me a star.
“We really need a bloke who can drool so enthusiastically whilst drawing. Like the hat by the way. Are these your children?”
“Shame, I really go for men who have children…”
“Yes, they are mine. All of them, all the kids you can see in here are mine. Very fertile. Take me back to televisionland, please.”
“Only if you cover me in PVA glue…we can pick it off together?”
“Kids, you know the way back to your Grandma’s pub don’t you? I’ll call her in a few days, let her know what I’m doing, well, not exactly what I’m doing…”
Here is a clip of Kirsten in action. I’m not sure what she is doing, looks like art to me. I should have got her to sign a printed photo for MTS, really missed out on that one. I wonder what she thought of Hull. The view of Hull from inside the art gallery is very different to the one outside. Two worlds. I looked out for her in Primark; she never appeared. (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=rPzk5MZa2dM)