my table at HOFS book event
I achieved a lot in my first 65 years but NOW iBEGIN. Those 65 years were just preparation for Now. I’m 18 again today, 65 years 18 days and am coming of Age. My age is no barrier. Inside I still feel like the child I was, like the youth I was, the 21 year old, the 30, 40, 50, 60 year old, actually not the 60 year old cos I were recovering from a bad condition then, (rh.ar.) nevertheless that recovery brought me to the here is now, so I feel Lucky).
When I was a child any 21 year old was ‘old’. Now am 65 any 65 year old is young(ish). And I am Lucky, Lucky is my middle name, I have survived and now am thriving.
15.11.15 I like that.
Yesterday I took my copy of the Journal of Artists Books (JAB) to Hadleigh Old Fire Station (HOFS) to their annual book fair where they show some lovely little books. I met Karen Apps who has promised to make an Apulhed-doll for me.
Maybe summat like this, my favorite image of the Apulman! I drew it back in 1976 and it casts a nod in the direction of the little girl hero in Spirit of the Beehive (a beautiful film) who wore big boots and a long coat.Here’s one of K A’s dolls:
Karen Apps does beautiful books and tings like carving a baby face into soap then washing it until it ‘melts’ and eventually looks like a torso, rather like the Venus of Willendorf I told her.
Karen Dennison was there with her lovely little ekphrastic chain picture-poetry-picture-poetry collection, blueshift, in which I done a picture. Chris Ruston couldn’t attend but she had some of her wonderful Ammonite books on display.
It was great re-acquainting on that rainy day.
I was lucky to visit Small Publishers Fair on 6th Nov where I re-acquainting with Jacqueline T., Nancy C., Sarah B., Mandy B., Mette A., Mike N. and also met Jan Voss an ex-student of the great artis-bokman Dieter Roth and he gave me insight into DR.
I played Nancy Campbell’s Tombola with Icelandic words and mine was isserssorpoq which translates as “‘uses the eyes’; ‘speaks with the eyes’; ‘flirts’”, but I wouldn’t know ought abArt that now would I?
Whilst in London town I bought some kryolan face paint which I had watched Carol Montealegre from South America apply beautifully during my stay at IPA. My own application of it at Firstsite last weekend was less adept and it had a life of its own which showed when I got hotter ‘dancing’ on the plate glass and it ran down my chest to ma belly button.
dusting my broom (which fell apart)
That’s where the Performance Art began as you could also see my breath as the moisture condensed onto the surface of the cold cold glass. Nicole Murmann kindly sent about 80 photos of me doing the Jug ‘dance’ outside Arnolfini gallery in Bristol and a wonderful sight they are. I never realised so many folk witnessed my movements in the rain but here are some of her images drips and all onto ma face, thank you Nicole.
the two images above (c) Nicole Murmann 2015
During the week JAB38 arrived in the post and I feel privileged to have an article in it. The journal is beautifully produced in B&W http://www.journalofartistsbooks.org/current/ My only reservation, and this not to criticise the wonderful production quality, is that my work often needs colour and loses a lot in B&W. I shall do an blog about jab38 soon.