06 March 2011

Possibilities

Dear Roger

Thank for your part in making possible the Dreams, Masks & Mirrors exhibition.  It was brilliant that you and your wife visited on the Open View.  During the two weeks following the show was very well received, and I really didn't want to take it down as there was a myriad of response, engagement, activities and sales!  

In fact, it was very exciting when in the midst of the 'artist in residence day', in the space of about ten minutes, my business mentor arrived with her art student daughter, together with a writing group from University of Bristol, other folk came in too, then a chap turned up who looked highly interested. At the very moment he told me his name and that he was from the Arts Council,  Isla (mentor who kept telling me I had to follow up contacts) leant forward and said she wanted to buy Girl with Mask.  And, I have to say, it was another occasion for a scream, when he said he was a funding manager and I said I had never met anyone from AC in regard to my work, and that I had written the day before to say thank you for their support after reflecting on the fact that their funding had underpinned so much of my practice.  I told him how brilliant Creativity Works were and just kept jumping up and down on the spot, saying, red dot, arts council, red dot, arts council.  Phew.  Add this to the storytelling day, the seminar for posh professionals who wanted discourse and evidence, and the diverse and interesting audience from new mums and babies to the last visitors being two beautiful elder ladies who presented me with a pair of knitted clowns for my collections "We just wandered in off the street dear, we are totally transfixed, the images are magical.  Our friend Peg made the clowns, take them on your next journey, dear"...It was, I have to say, all a bit full on.  I am totally emptied out, but my visitors book is full with poetry, stories, drawings, comments and possibilities.

Dreams, Masks & Mirrors

On 7 Mar 2011, at 17:57, Itta Howie wrote:

Dear Jill,

I came to your seminar last Thursday and just ‘googled’ you. I read in your blog how negative you felt after the seminar ... I wanted to tell you how inspiring I found your talk! For me your work came to life through your enthusiastic personality ... I could see and feel the laughter, emotions and generosity of the people involved, you brought it all across!

Warm Wishes,

Itta

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Itta Howie
movement artist
www.ittahowie.madasafish.com
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Hello Itta

I am so glad you wrote to me and a big thank you for your comments. It is always tricky doing the 'proper bit' I find...I have decided I am rubbish at evaluating. It would have been ideal to have a day in which to explore, get to know everyone and create different exchanges. I do wish I had done that morning in the way I had first imagined, a table in the middle with all my things, stories and associations mapped out (with maybe some facts around the place). I guess also, with tiredness, in creeps the neggie voice that comes and starts shouting about stuff after a positive time. I just wish there had been more time to meet more people like you directly.

I have visited your website, which is great and love the look of your work. I want to come and dance the landscape. Have you a course running soon? I need to get back into my body. I used to teach and practice Shiatsu, which I adored, and have seriously ignored my body.

Also, did you meet Philippa Forsey from Creatiity Works, in addition to being an arts dev worker, artist/facilitator she is yoga teacher and totally passionate about movement/ dance. She may be interested in your work with elders, as that is of real interest to her too. philippa.forsey@nesa.uk.com

Meanwhile, if it is ok with you I will add this to my blog (I forget people can read the stuff!!!).

And, do let me know of any workshops!

With warmest wishes

Jill

The gifting

Talked with Monica today about the feeling of negativity after the show 'seminar'. I so wish I had done it differently. Kept it normal. I so wanted just to put a table in the middle of the room, some stuff on it, a vast scribbled mind map of the nuts and bolts of how things worked, arose, weaved in and out. Oh well, exhaustion is never a good place to look in the mirror from...more a time to be allowing and gentle and appreciative of all the heartfelt work that went into the project. For me, I wish I had shared all the laughter that had been co-created along the journey, the generosity and the giftings. I told Mon about how after everyone had left with their questions and agenda's unanswered, that I noticed a couple of elderly ladies going into the gallery space. Meanwhile, Julie had positioned me into a deep sofa in the adjoining room and placed lunch in front of me and a mug of tea. I couldn't move. Half an hour later, the ladies still hadn't come out of the space. I walked in to find them "we are transfixed" they said. "It's so magical here, full of stories". I chatted to them, then one of the ladies opened her bag in front of the winged family, the cronky knitted castle, the pile of fairytale books and a the hat bag of small women. I told them about the group of writers who had come the day before and made up stories. "How about if I give you these?" said one of the ladies, and presented me with a pair of knitted poiret clowns. Oh, they are charming, I cried, who made them. "My other friend, Peg", was the reply.... "would you like to add them to your collection, take them on a new journey?" she asked. "Why did you have them in your bag, I asked. "They were going to the Barnados shop where the other lady worked. "Mmm", I said..."I have been asked to create a cabinet of curiosities at a hospital in response to a memory project, I replied, would they like to come with me?" "Yes", the ladies said brightly. I moved the hand across the knitted pale pink cheek of the woman clown and showed them the winged characters. "We love your storytelling and being part of it" they said. I gave the other lady some money for her Barnados shop, and thought of the question earlier of how I quantify the lasting effects of my work. Next day taking down the show, I receive a phone call from the Barnados shop manager saying thank you for my donation, "Joan has not stopped talking all morning about your show" she said. We talk about the art of being gifted. Meanwhile, Mon tells me she has chucked her Embroiders Guild and decided to retreat to her shed to knit a life size surreal castle.