We met in a cafe at nine o clock, I wish every working day started like this. Maybe it can. I have worked with Liz Postlethwaite for years now and we have built up a good friendship and work wavelength. I am inspired by her commitment to making life and art a bit better. She can keep bees and sew, she has an allotment that has a blog. Anyway, after an epic conversation that touched on Almodóvar, evocative music for making cups of tea, and ageing; we set off for the first assignment. Shopping.
I went on a hunt to find versions of me that I expected to be at 30. I was shopping for myselves, the ones that didn’t exist, that didn’t happen, that may yet be. We went to dressing rooms and I frantically tried on clothes, dressing up in a future me’s.
We bought fruit and had an early lunch of fine Arndale Market curry (the lady had a ‘Keep Calm and Curry On’ t shirt) and then we went to the studio. We explored a lifetime through the medium of fruit. We obsessed over Nick Cave. Ways we could stage a disappearance.
Then had a first technical meeting with Steve Oliver who’s doing ‘technical stuff’. There are already some exciting ways I think the technical will sit amongst the art, and resonate with the heart of the show. Which, seems to be about time. How we don’t have a lot of it.
Ended the day with a drop of cider in a plastic cup, for the first year visual arts show. It was stunning, stark and sensitive,which is pretty phenomenal for first year work. Bright sparks in the face of big shitty cuts that are looming. Spending this week at Salford University has reminded me just what a sacred space an art school is. A sanctuary for learning and creativity that is essential for making change in the world, and defies commodification.
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