Housewife Rebellion, 2013
Housewife Rebellion, 2013
A forgotten page from a notebook (2016)
I think something must have been on my mind that day.
I Love Sunshine
I love sunshine, more than you could ever imagine. It smells of spring and I am happy.
As Yet Untitled (patchworksketchbook), Emma Tann, 2012 – 2013
My lovely patchwork sketchbook! It is finished. Now all it needs is a gallery… Conveniently, I seem to have volunteered to organise an art exhibition in August. Ha. Really need to start sorting that out…….
I have been one ridiculously busy lady lately (hence the abandoned blog.) I’ve spent the last two weeks doing work experience with a lovely little primary school. Spent most of my time with the reception class – which I enjoyed a hell of a lot more than I thought I would! Really surprised myself- it turns out that 4 and 5 year olds are amazing… they way their minds work, their imaginations…. and now it is time for a Picasso quote;
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Exactly. They are unspoilt and non-judgemental, they have no preconceptions about the world and are constantly exploring and discovering and being amazed…. I really loved spending time with them. Although I do think that primary teaching aint quite for me…. which is why I am applying for a (slightly last minute) secondary Art and Design PGCE! Oh I’ve been tip-toeing around this idea for months….. it has FINALLY clicked into place. We’ll see what happens.
Sketchbook Patchwork Details…………
Taking a secretive-honestly-dangerously-introverted-confessional sketchbook and share it with the world, in the hope that these thoughts fears feelings are collectively human. Things that we feel we shouldn’t share with anyone else, thoughts that we shouldn’t even have. Make yourself vulnerable and communicate. Honesty is of the utmost importance. These pages tell a story and they scare me. I am not the same person.
Watercolour works in progress…
She is someone else and you don’t know her.
For an unemployed person, I am one ridiculously busy lady.
I have completed my CAB training, and so this week I was let loose on the public, attempting to help them sort out their problems…. So far, so good. Starting Monday, I am spending two weeks volunteering as a teaching assistant at a primary school… which is a rather daunting prospect. Arg. Terror. AND I’m attempting to organise an art exhibition at the little gallery I volunteer for! Oh my. Unemployment is definitely not boring these days…
And, when I get a moment, there is art! And yoga. SO MUCH YOGA. I love yoga. I have gotten so damn bendy.
Lately I’ve been spending time looking into the more meditative, emotional, calming, thinking side of yoga. Which turns out to be fascinating and ever so thought provoking. A hell of a lot of my art has been about feelings and emotions and thinking (or not thinking) and what’s real (or not real.) I’ve spent a lot of time and energy attempting to fight negative memories and emotions…. With yoga, you just let it be. You accept that you are not in control. Things come and go. You recognise emotions are there but you don’t fight anything. Oh it’s all so… liberating! And peaceful. But I’ll stop there before I go all obsessive-preachy-hippy on you. Uh oh.
(Go look at this lovely lady’s website if you do happen to want to read more about it all…http://www.ekhartyoga.com/blog/yoga-and-emotional-pain)
Absent minded scrap paper biro doodles…
A sneak preview. I’ve sewn the horizontal rows, now just gotta stitch these all together…. getting there. It’s gonna look amazing on a wall in a gallery. Oh yes please! Loosely hung up, so its all lovely and textured and tactile and vaguely crumpled…. so you could attempt to see the other side perhaps……
Well I have spent far too long house-hunting today with non-existent money…. buy oh, it’s nice to daydream! One day.
Recent sketchbook page…….! Drawn on the train to St Pancras.
Took a trip to the Tate Modern last weekend to go see the Lichtenstein retrospective. Never been too fussed by him, I think partly because in school EVERYONE was copying his work, and I… wanted to be different, being the quirky person I thought I was. But I do appreciate how important he was. And his work does not look interesting reproduced in an A4 book. It needs to be massive, you NEED to see it in person!
It was a really enjoyable exhibition. Felt quite happy, and sort of peaceful floating around, appreciating his paintings for what they were. We didn’t feel the need to read all about him, and indeed there weren’t loads of words everywhere. It was a lovely light-hearted show, and it’s incredible to be able to see the paintings so up-close and from a distance. Some of the colours were amazingly vivid, and, I guess like most art, reproductions just do not do his work justice! In the gift shop, there were a few images I would have liked to buy, but NOT postcard size- I want massive prints that don’t even fit in my flat. Ha. Er yes.
Off to Camden tomorrow to catch up with my little sister, which I’m looking forwards to muchly. Whilst there, gonna go visit Camden Arts Centre who have an exhibition on at the moment of the work of Dorothy Iannone, which looks right up my street……..
Now must go do the bloody washing up. I want to stomp my feet like a teenager and protest angrily… but there’s no-one here to complain to…. Must do less cooking and eat out more. It’s the only solution.
I made this lovely little thing today. I have a feeling that there are going to be a crochet-filled few weeks ahead…………It is so addictive! I have a box full of unfinished bits of crochet and felt, which I am determined to make something beautiful with. I spent so long experimenting with felt making last year, and nothing ever really came of it… One day, one da
Ah, and what is this? This is the start of something epic (along with my odd-socked-toes). Another unrealised idea from 2012 – my Sketch Book Honesty installation. That never happened. I did approach a number of galleries, but never mind, this is to be a new improved incarnation! I am making a patchwork quilt out of the pages. 110 pages, hand sewn together. Quilts are comforting and cosy and sewing is calming and comforting and lovely… and the pages of this specific sketchbook are… emotional and chaotic and powerful and argh. Catharsis. Making something new and lovely out of not-very-nice-memories. Enough time has passed that the pages feel like they were made by a different person. Am very excited about finishing this thing. Lovelystuff.
So being a penniless artist is not all it’s cracked up to be. The boyfriend and I have fallen into these horribly gender-stereotypical roles…… I NEED TO FIND A JOB! I can’t just fill up my time with volunteering…….. or can I?! Ha ha. Oh. I’m trying to get a teaching assistant job, because children are awesome and I’ll have time to carry on being an artist. Have had a few interviews, which have all gone REALLY WELL. Or so I thought. So please someone give me a chance? I’ll be wonderful, I promise!
Ah, the man is on his way home. Must get into the kitchen and cook him his dinner, he’ll be tired after a long day in the office, bless.
HA HA NOPE. To the pub! I’m off out. Au revoir.
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