Archive for the ‘House of Dreams’ Category

Where the House of Lines meets the House of Dreams – Thoughts from Artist Susan Hull

Wednesday, April 6th, 2011

Entering the space, I remember a sign on the door telling me something about living in the moment. There was a real sense of stepping into this room and crossing a threshold, from the outside into this cavernous oblong.

The photos of you hanging in the web gave an immediate sense of action, motion and time passing, which linked up with the message on the door.

A pile of stuff was spilling in from the corner; packaging, cartons, boxes, cheap stuff, which initially invoked words like ephemera, discarded, unwanted, mess, rubbish.

Pushing beyond the glare of the harsh floodlight, I wanted to rush into the curtain of videotape that was dividing me from the rest of the room. Noticing the destroyed cassettes, I felt I had just walked in after some kind of action – anger, fun, violence, relief or something else. I wondered what memories were embedded in the tapes, that seemed tentacle-like when blowing in the breeze of the household fan. They lured people in, tangling them up and tripping them, but never giving anything away.

The artificial lights split the shadows. With the artificial breeze, and piles of stuff, they colluded to pull me around the space. The projection, at first, acted as an obstacle: I crossed, casting my shadow over the image of a delicate, rippling iridescent disk. (Later, after reading the chalk writings on the floor, I internally referred to this disk as Saturn). By doing this I interrupted it’s gentle repetitive cycle. I came to realise the space was filled with interruptions, divisions, stop/starts and the perpetually intermittent. The sound accompanying the disc – or Saturn – is a close distorted sound, maybe breathing, rubbing something near, too close.

More piles of stuff. This isn’t discarded rubbish. It’s intimate remains. It is familiar; it’s from my house – over here – clothes, fabrics, fairy lights. Over there; glass, mirrors, picture frames. Stuff of reflections, stuff of the past. This isn’t a room, it’s a lifetime. And I am the voyeur.

The space was at once chaotic and ordered. When the dreams meet the lines maybe. Discovering your careful intent to ‘place’ the seemingly disorganised maybe added to this.
The desire to prod and poke and discover the story conflicted with the uneasy atmosphere that sought to repel me – something has just happened and I shouldn’t be here.

Finally, thinking about what you have said to me about life and art and it all being one: You left chalk and string and party poppers from the previous occupants of the space. By doing this, those remains become part of your space and your history. Your space is therefore made from parts that are neither ‘art’ or ‘real life’ but essentially both. So I get the sense that process and life is the same as art, which is a feeling I really empathise with.

Simple Processes – Tony Cragg Writings

Tuesday, March 29th, 2011

Tony Cragg
Ecritis Writings (81- 92)
” Simple processes. With materials nobody else wants. Ideas that interest me. Images that interest me. Made where people let me make them. The rooms, the walls, the floors. The physical framework. Emotional responses. Intellectual responses. Elegant works. Humorous works. Beautiful works. Decorative works. Ugly works. Works in which I learnt from the materials. Works like pictures. Meanings I intended. Meanings that suprised me. Personal references. Cultural references. No references.”

First published in Tony Cragg, Van derHeydt Museum, Wuppertal, 1981

I photocopied these writings many many years ago and when I had a tiny bit of a clear out recently they leapt out again ready to be attached to my pinboard, added to this blog as it seems particularly relavant to the work I am doing at Unit 4. During the Where the House of Lines meets the House of Dreams residency I have worked in a way that I want to refer to as honest, I have used simple processes to once remove myself from the hands on aesthetic decisions (that previously restricted me) and began to explore new methods such as throwing and kicking materials around in the space.

Where the House of Lines meets the House of Dreams – Limited Edition Posters

Saturday, March 26th, 2011

Where the House of Dreams meets the House of Dreams - Limited Edition Posters

Come and visit the space at Far Gosford Street and collect a FREE Limited Edition Print, made especially during the residency.

Where the House of Lines meets the House of Dreams INVITE

Sunday, March 20th, 2011

FLYER

As part of the Space Programme, curated by Talking Birds, at Far Gosford Street, I am resident at Unit 4, FarGo Village, Gosford Industrial Estate, Coventry, for the month of March 2011. The residency will end with a series of events for the public.
All Invited! Please get in touch if you need further directions.

(If you see a cafe called Piggy in the Middle, the entrance to the estate is opposite)

Circular Reflection

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010


I completed this sketchbook based work in the last week. Using reflective material enables me to explore an everchanging, time based experience.

Drawing my Dreams

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

Drawing with your eyes closed is a technique I tend to encourage others to use, in particular in response to touch, e.g touching your face and drawing the shapes you feel – this can be a real challange. The idea enables people to experiment with the process of drawing and discover it for themselves.

Recently I have applied this to the process of reflecting on my most significant dreams. I have found the process particularly potent in capturing the visual interpretation of the sequence of activity and the later recollection of this.

Reflection in the Studio

Saturday, August 14th, 2010

I have recently began a new series of work based around my dreams, in particular I have been exploring the most significant dreams that connect with bereavement. The creative process allows me to explore the themes of loss, memory and time. This is a personal voyage, delving deep into my own subconscious. Visually I can express what words can not come close to, I dont quite know where this avenue will take me and what I’ll discover along the way – but hey thats what keeps me interested!

The above photo of a piece of work in progress, has captured a reflection of my studio within the acetate, plastic – this has prompted a line of enquiry.