The exhibition I’m joint-curating is getting closer. We have the selection of books, we have the theme, one of the team has designed the posters and we are just waiting for them to be printed so we can spend a lovely(!) day distributing them around the area. This is the legwork you have to do in exchange for all the exciting bits.
It’s a really interesting exercise, but there is that element of doubt because even though I have not created the artwork (in this case the books) I feel as though there is a part of me in this exhibition and that I am opening that part up to scrutiny by the general public. Not the most comfortable of feelings.
Before Christmas I decided to spend a week just writing whatever was in my head. I set myself parameters, the two main ones being that it was done over seven consecutive days and the writing was done three times a day – I stopped whatever I was doing to whip out my notebook and scribble.
The finished product will not necessarily make sense to everyone because it is what I was thinking or doing at the time, but that doesn’t matter. I was interested in the visuals of the words. I have used this writing to create a sample artist book that will be developed further as time goes on.
Here is a small portion from that book:
Hungry, need breakfast
Unlock the shop
Having lunch, now want to sleep
Its an interesting exercise and one I will return to at some time as this project develops. I also wonder if it could be developed further. As it stands it is a simple journal style of writing and was somewhat cathartic (I chose an up and down sort of week).