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Bones Cabin & Friends, ARTEXPO22!

Please save the date: September 23rd-25th 2022

The Beginnings of Things

Most of my new pieces for the show started as, or were suggested by, found or gifted objects

The beginnings of things

Is that the hardest part? 

A journey of a thousand miles, starting with a single step, is true, of course it is, but it doesn't address the the initial problem of direction, and the feelings we may have of inertia, of not starting the journey because we know we could well be starting off in the wrong direction, and so, in fact, we don't head off at all

'Thank you', then for found objects, and the shortcut they offer as to direction as you start the thousand mile journey, in the pursuit of whatever it is, and whatever it is that sculpture 'is'  

That's me, at any rate, and, if Lady Luck smiles, it's something like auto pilot after that, and I can bish bosh through the other thousand miles of the journey with the enthusiasm of a Jack Russel, and the piece, the piece of sculpture or piece of work, runs away, almost as if it's under its own steam, as soon as the found object has found its way

The snooker table legs that are now the totamic 'Snookered', are here via a chance encounter with a friendly electrician 

Ta very much, Dave Cokey Lewis, my neighbour here at Pentre Higgen Farm, for the oak bole that led, eventually, to 'Riven Piece', below

Thanks too, for some old school chairs, those ones with the bottom shaped insets in the seat part. that led to this mobile piece below:

The Moon in a Boat finished itself at speed once the direction given from curved elm had been clocked and investigated 

I remember writing something a couple of years ago about how it felt to be an artist, about how it felt, on a good day, to be a bit like being a rascally private detective, but instead of, say, a missing person, the quest is form itself.

In the case of the piece above, 'way led on to way', to slightly misquote from Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken', and the piece romped along and evolved like an episode of The Rockford Files

I loved every stage of the work, and am pleased to report, that on a breezy day she spins just like a weather vane should!

Please save the date: September 23rd-25th 2022

There's some general stuff about the show, along with directions and that on the previous post, if you scroll down a bit from here

Bones cabin and friends

EXPO!

Friday 23rd - Sunday 25th September 2022

This'll be the second show, sculpture and that, at Bones Cabin, well, for me, at any rate, goodness knows what's happened here in the past, there's been some sort of shepherds hut here since forever ago, and who knows what went on then, way back when

This show's special of course, on account of the refreshments

A range of teas, home made cakes & soft drinks will be available for a donation or for free and there are places to picnic too. The garden itself is on the very edge of The Black mountains National Park, nestled as it is in the shelter of Pen y Begwyn. Just a step or so to the ice cream van under Hay Bluff! 

Tea and cakes 

and ices too!

The works themselve are set in the garden below the cabin and comprise my own stuff and that of some friends of mine

My new work builds on the work presented at last years do in 21 and I hope that it continues to explore the potential of eco art, or whatever its called, art with an ecological heart, art that seeks to understand humanities place in nature

 

 

The above is one of the new pieces, Weather Vane Angel, at about two and a half metres, and made mainly from found objects, including the top of an old telegraph pole, a devon shovel, and one of those old school chairs with the bottom shaped indentation on the seat part

Here's a detail shot from the workshop

 

 

The halo's in copper cable. A lot of the other metal work's in roughly flattened & thoroughly venerable corrugated tin, or Corrie, as we used to call it, what they call Wrinklytin around here. The ear ring is, of course, an ol bedspring, and the ring finger ring is a drawer pull from a very rococco sideboard

 

A Little Bird Told Me, 

 

 

this is a detail shot of one of Mick Morgan's larger clay forms. I'm guessing the piece stands at about a metre sixty five, and, as a piece of work, well, for me anyway, sits neatly somewhere in between form and function, an offers insights into all sorts of things, not least, maybe, into the whimsey & beauty of uselessness. A lot of Mick's forms are a sort of antidote to the prosaic, combining a beautiful & figuratve uselessness with a hint of function, that can, in the right context, continually intrigue

There'll be other stuff too, along with mine and Micks', other artworks set around and about and in the cabin too

Please save the date: 23rd -25th September, 2022

Teas, Cakes, Ices!

an some art works too, including a couple of lifesize automata, all set in a tumbledown Alderwood, a stones throw or two from the ice cream man at Hay Bluff!

 

Golly