The last box, the biggest one from Bilbao Arte has arrived to me. They are huge! One of the frames has broken. They didn’t look too big in the residency studio as the size of the studio is massive. But they look grand in my room. I have absolutely no idea what I’m gonna do with this.
I used to say I don’t want to have a baby to try to avoid heavy duty. Now I have so many babies to take care of (without being pregnant!).
-You can make anything what you want. But you have to take a responsibility of your work.
Throughout the project,
I’ve stayed three different flats, one in Bilbao, two in Glasgow, so I’ve been packed and unpacked my stuff twice,
I’ve received 232 emails related to the packing and morning project,
My idea for the packing and mourning exhibition constantly has changed from the architectural salvage to radical acrylic painting on canvas(I’ve forgot what had happened in my mind),
My emotion was deeply involved in this project. So my paintings were still staying on the shelf for 2 weeks after finishing the exhibition.
Today I felt that it’s time to pack them and I mourned.
I added to my list: bubble wrap, brown wrapping paper, plastic folders, a drill, a screwdriver. We packed, mourned the end and then we left.
One day, we will unpack again.
Thanks to all of you have been reading about project, and to all who came to see our exhibition. For those of you unable to get to St Judes Hotel, here is a taste of the destination:
Eijas film, prints and photographs, Shelton’s ‘Leaving Behing Totem’ a drawing installation, Young’s series of paintings ‘What I have Seen,’ and Penny’s hand-tinted photomontage Being Bilbao Bunny, and her ‘Travel Bag.’
We arrived at St Judes Hotel, Bath St for our destination: the show. Thank you to everyone who attended. We are open from 12-8 until 27 April.
We did the radio show today. All the Mutual Charter artist took part in this event and translated their project. We, Packing and Mourning project did reading each other’s blog post chosen by the reader. Shelton read one of my blog posts, “What I have in my body.” It was nice in the beginning to listen to my writing in American accent and then I felt ashamed of what I wrote there when she started reading, I would like to be…. and I would like to be… and another I would like to be… again and again. You know, cool people don’t say their ambition too seriously. But I did.
Tomorrow I will feel in shame again. Because I’m showing my first ever paintings on canvas. But I would like to say, “Please don’t take that too seriously. That’s just what I’ve seen during the bus journey from Bilbao to Madrid.”
Today we have been installing art works at St Judes Hotel in Glasgow
You are warmly welcome to the preview of our Packing and Mourning – art project exhibition on Monday 23rd April 7-9 pm, at St Judes Hotel 190 Bath Street, Glasgow. The show runs from Monday until Friday 27th April, open daily 12 noon – 8pm.
Eija, Penny, Shelton and Young
I’m pretty much backward person rather than forward person. Whenever I think about my future, I just can not see myself. I feel like standing on the second step of the 100 steps of the staircases. So I like looking back to my beautiful time, my old sketchbooks and the pictures of good memory. Today is the one of those days. I’ve looked through my journals since 2009 (That’s the year I started writing a journal.). I then found very strong statement of mine. That is about “What kind of woman I would like to be.” and saying,
I would like to be mad.
I would like to be passionate.
I would like to be independent.
I would like to be wise.
I would like to be confident.
I would like to be elegant in some ways.
I would like to be unforgettable.
I would like to make my work unforgettable.
What I am trying to say is the word of ‘unforgettable”. When I started making a physical work for the PackingandMourning exhibition, I got an idea of ‘unforgettable’ which I’ve mentioned in the blog before and decided making a work what I can’t forget throughout the journey.
I often found that my new idea is not quite new, that’s the idea that I’ve already thought of, I realised. I’ve been keeping them in my attic and then I choose one of them whenever I need to. Also this attic comes along with me wherever I go.
I bought very little back from my travels: two balls of thread, as mentioned previously.
But I also collected the words that other people say. It’s a habit of mine. I have a theory, which informs the work I make. Whenever we say anything, the words float like cartoon speech bubbles, and will burst or vanish, but we can save them. I do so by making text embroideries of overheard conversations.
And that’s what I brought back. What people said will stay with me. I discovered that the words hello and goodbye can both be equally wounding, and both can make me happy. I’ve made a bag, and have sewn the words onto the material. The right bag became a lasting obsession, as did what people said. It’s odd, but the phrase that seems the kindest and warmest was sometimes the most unsettling. And vice versa.
Good. Hello. Goodbye. Again, hello.
Work is quite the life. I can’t separate private and professional life so I just share the two world.