Because no man (or woman) is an island.
As I stated in a previous entry, I recently attended an event in Edinburgh’s City Arts Centre. At the end of the day (that specific day, not the ‘at the end of the day’ phrase that is so popular ’round these parts) we were invited to visit the ‘Reflection’ exhibition. What a treat. So, off I took myself to see the craft pieces and artworks of some rather talented people in and around this fine city.
The exhibition website blurb goes a little like this:
‘Reflection’ highlights the inspiring work of 22 artists and makers who have been supported by the Visual Arts Awards and Craft Maker Awards run by the City of Edinburgh Council in partnership with Creative Scotland since 2000. As well as reflecting on the talent that the city has supported throughout the first decade, the exhibition gives participating artists and makers the opportunity to reflect on their own development and creative practice over this period.
It was inspiring. It was good. And I was terrifically pleased to see Rachel Elliott’s work on display at this exhibition. I met Rachel at the West End Art Fair in the summer of 2010. I had rocked up with my print and textile wares and she had rocked up with her glassmakings. It was love at first sight of LEDs as we had both been experimenting with those tiny lights of wonder in our artworks. She had a small police chase scene with blinking lights in tiny glass cars and I had lit up windows in tenements. Meeting Rachel felt like meeting someone that was floating along the same wave length and we had just sort of bumped into eachother. Then again, she could totally disagree and might be thinking “Cassandra who?”.
Rachel’s piece on display at the exhibition is based on the subject matter of allotments. Oh wow! They are lovely. The details are incredible and the fact that she created a piece on allotments, well, my Edgelands lovin, psychogeography traipsing self really delighted at this. And bizarrely, a couple months ago I had been taking photos of my local allotment with a mind to make an artwork of those tiny sheds and wonky chairs. Is it that something in the air again?
On the other side of the spectrum, on the other side of the water, my cousin’s son, Josh, is cranking out some mighty fine work. How old is he now? 15? 16? Apparently, he’s been covering his math books with impressive graffiti. “Graffiti is more fun than Geometry.” Shamefully, I am glowing with pride. Just remember, Josh, Geometry is full of building blocks. If you miss out on something now, you’ll be utterly confused in a few weeks. The grown-up version of me is telling you to do your school work to the best of your abilities. Perhaps when you are trying to sort out the answer, drawing in the margins and on big empty sheets of paper will help you. It did me. But only slightly. I scraped by with barely passing marks in that subject., but heck, my drawing skills were much improved!
Congratulations on your fine talent and good luck in your brilliant future. Maybe an introduction to Banksy would be good now.