our lady of

our lady of rinds and parings

open us from the outside, and be our soft shell peeled away.

our lady has been making some sculptures of tangelo peel. They are cast in plaster and dipped in golden resin, and so look like a gudgey gooey dripping peel, covered in golden juice.

Tomorrow (sunday) I fly down to Mt Gambier in a teeny tiny plane, to do a workshop for country arts sa. 18 people are coming to hear me talk about Installation and do some ink drawings and make a very minimal installation with thread. It is fair to say I am a bit nervous.  It is also strange for me to talk about, installation, a concept that I have a  leary view of. In preparing I have been re-reading Michael Fried’s “Art and Objecthood” one of my fav texts about Minimalism and Modernist sculpture, Fried attacks the ‘theatricality’ in installation. I think respond negatively to this too - although there are many very subtle installations. It is more the fussyness and the over determined ‘rules of engagement’ for the viewer that I object to. But having said that I still desire to control and direct spaces and people’s negotiation of space. Such a difficult line to straddle, sometimes I wonder if neat little paintings are the most humane forms of art - they give so little offense to daily life.