21st January 2020
Studio space restored to pristine condition we arrived, day 2, ready for more. Faye was with us again and introduced Kate Waters, our tutor for the afternoon.
Once again we were asked to build on yesterday’s work pushing it as far as we could led by, and continuing to explore, the materials. Our processes began to further diverge, informed in my case by my one to one mentoring session with Marie Claire.
I cut and re-positioned elements either over another background or on fresh paper. Further marks were added. Still experimenting with large brush marks, rollers, dragging and printing and a selection of paints, charcoal, bars and inks, spraying with water, scraping back, further editing by covering with paint or torn/ cut paper of varying opacity.
We worked independently, engrossed in our own work but there was a freedom to wander the room and engage with others. We discussed were encouraged or encouraged others, made suggestions, offered and received praise. It felt a safe encouraging, stimulating environment.
Kate gave us an insight into her life and work through a powerpoint talk. It was humbling to be granted insight into the very personal route to her challenging sometimes disturbing images.
Her hunger for knowledge about our human spiritual heritage leading to explorations in place and time. Her dedication to mastering Shamanic practice and her visceral responses in the most delicate watercolours. She shared that occasional very vivid dreams inspired or acted as prompts to her instinctive, intuitive way of working.
She showed us some of the small sketchbooks which accompany her everywhere. Filled and constantly edited. Pages brought forward from earlier books which turn out to have been ‘future flagging’. Many of them full of words with visual material a small element. We were invited to look at Kate’s illustrations for works of poetry, CD covers, books and book covers. Her images are direct but unsettling, delicate but with a power which lingers.
Throughout the 2 days, in smaller groups and pairings, we found out more about each other’s lives. How each of us had come to apply for this particular course, which part of the country we travelled from, something of our careers, families. A few shared images of their work on phones. Discussion ensued about the challenges of working in different media, selling work, use of colour, economies around framing.
It had been a tiring, intense but exhilarating two days. To draw it’s strands together Faye went around to each of us asking what surprised us about the experience and to look at how we had responded. Finally we cleared our work stations, packed our pieces away, said our goodbyes and headed off to our various workspaces and studios to continue developing our personal practice.
20th January 2020
The studio was warm and welcoming, tables and floor covered, a huge, generous amount of materials ready and, most importantly, coffee brewed. After a nervous drive across the moor from St Ives, through icy lanes it was good to chat to fellow students. Most of whom had traversed the length of the country and a couple who were local. We expressed a mixture of excitement, anticipation and nervousness as we waited for our ‘first day at school’ to begin.
A brief introduction from tutors- Jesse, Faye and Marie Claire and our first session was underway.
Helpfully our first exercise was to overcome that moment of hesitation when faced with a clean white sheet of paper. Following a short demonstration of different approaches we tapped in to the less conscious, more playful side of our brains, experimenting with marks, colour, different media and methods. The emphasis was all on the process, we were discouraged from trying to work towards a product.
After the session the energy of the room had changed. Floor tables and walls now colourfully adorned. Everyone had taken a unique direction and for all of us it turned out to be one we had not intended or forseen.
In the afternoon we were privileged to visit Jesse’s studio as he shared with us something of his practice. He explained the themes on which he had based various series of paintings. He also showed us the resource books which he used to arrive at those themes. They were a revelation! So far from anything I had envisaged as a sketchbook. Jesse described how he read, studied and then re-purposed art books as a personal file. He opened them to show collages comprised of illustrations, sketches, photographs, scraps of paper. Anything which he considered relevant at the time. Pages were then edited by covering with paint or paper those areas which over time he came to see as less relevant, in order to leave the significant.
I found it both chastening and encouraging. No rush to produce, no haste from idea to product. Jesse said he spent 70% of his working time on research, collating and editing. What I took from it was the need to allow the input from our life experiences and life choices a space and a place to collect, settle and filter.
We had selected from our work at the end of the morning something from each of us to display around the walls. Back in our studio space we retrieved the ones we felt we wanted to work into or we started afresh. This session we were tasked with adding a drawn element, either something we could see in the room, Jesse demonstrated by drawing someone’s shoe, or something suggested by our work so far.
It can only have been the power of suggestion because I really have no particular interest in footwear, but I proceeded to ‘carve’ shoes out of the shapes and colours on two of my backgrounds. Others took inspiration from objects in the room, patterns or a chosen motif.
One to one
As part of the course each of us were allocated a half an hour individual session with one of the tutors. I followed Marie Claire through a rabbit warren of corridors to a back room lugging a portfolio of previous work so that we could develop a way forward. Something for me to work on over the six weeks until the next session.
One of my hopes for the course was to gain more confidence in the use of colour. Marie Claire suggested I work in the coming weeks on creating collages to play with proportions and composition of colour on a page. This fitted with my intention to follow Jesse’s example of collaging within books. For this latter I will have to overcome my strong aversion to despoiling books! I need to see it as another way of absorbing the content.
Lots of fun ahead cutting and sticking!
Supper & Socialising
We ate together at the Newlyn Film Centre. Excellent food and company. Chance to find out a bit more about each other’s lives outside this bubble. Facebook group established
I’ve lived here now for well over a decade but The villages of Newton & Noss still afford delight. Today has been a series of small moments of pure pleasure which together have made for a long luscious day. The sun is still blazing away now at 8 in the evening and woke me with it’s insistence at 6am. By 7am the dog and I were down by the waterside enjoying reflections still and clear holding a mirror to the banks opposite. Green in every shade but all full volume not to be ignored. Back in the garden- morning tea in the arbour basking in the morning sun and observing from my secret hideaway the first stirrings of folk and wildlife on the water.
The day took a bit of a downward turn when I had to drive into Plymouth, but once I had whisked Nanny out of the City and onto the moors we were able to appreciate other benefits of living here. Lambs and spindly legged foals, moorland spaces and tree tunnel lanes. By way of contrast the grounds and gardens of Delamore, structured and composed, enhanced for a while by sculptures and shared. Some retail therapy and lunch at a moorland Nursery and Garden Centre then back to catch the incoming tide for an evening kayak. A mug of tea floating over clear and deep waters, while resting an arm on a handy railing and watching others at play in dinghy, yachts and ribs. Finally a glass of wine enjoying the warmth up on the decking. Watching the bumblebees making their way through the gaps in the wood to shelter for the night.