Monday, 12 December 2011
I'm done. The first assessment has been submitted. I managed to get everything finished on time despite the efforts of various online file converters and have left my work suitable labelled and organised in my 'space' at college.
I've never had a 'space' before. It seems to me that a lot of art speak refers to 'space'. Go into any gallery and someone with trendy looking glasses will be talking about the 'great space' - a usually big room, usually painted white. My space is basically a corner created by two tall boards about a metre and a half wide each with a desk and a chair and a drawer unit that I appropriated at the beginning of term. I like it. It's like sitting in a big book and filling the pages.
I'm lucky to have a room of my own at home. I use the term 'of my own' lightly. This is not the same thing as a 'space'. My room is where everything that doesn't quite belong to someone else ends up. It's the room which always needs a tidy up, a sort out. It's the room where everything gets slung. It's the room where I hoard my stash of materials - craft and otherwise. It's the room where I try to work and think and make in between making the dinner and contemplating the necessity of yet another load of laundry. I love my room at home and I appreciate the space I have. If I was being very greedy, I'd have a sofa in it but I've got too much stuff in it so the sofa will have to wait. I'd only fall asleep on it anyway so I suppose not having a sofa in there is a very good thing. I only have to go next door to the living room if I need one.
On to other matters....
I posted a picture of my red satchel because I got it two Christmases ago. It gets overlooked on a daily basis as I reach for smaller, less red bags. I often use it when I go to galleries and exhibitions because it's big enough to take a sketchbook but not too bulky.
I think it needs to be brought off its hook and used for the festive season. What do you think? I posted it also because I'm quite interested in bags: how we use them, what we put in them, what gets left at the bottom. I think of them as our own little portable rooms, a space which we carry around with us. We all know that you can tell a lot about the person about their bag - what's in it, whether they even carry one, whether they let friends/children/husbands through the fastenings for a rummage.
Do you have a special bag? Have you used the same one forever? Do you eschew the lure and convenience of the day bag? Are you a bag floozie?
Posted by janicebotterill at 16:33