For me, creative/intellectual energy tends to come in cycles.
There I’ll be, bounding along, bubbling over with ideas and saying yes to everything (even things that, if I applied the laws of physics, I’d know I probably don’t have time to do).
Then, out of nowhere, comes the crash. That period…
Illustrated my favourite Neil Gaiman quote for writers. :-) (and thanks to Neil for his permission)
It’s as true now as when I first said it…
AS SIMPLE AS BRILLIANT: WIRE SCULPTURES by POLLY VERITY
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Simple things of everyday life is the raw material: Wire and Tissues. Magically.
The Department of Community Monitoring.
I think I’m “safe” to talk about this project here - mostly I’m a little bit giddy about it, and since I have a whopping 12 followers, and 2 of you are in Seattle and probably already know about the project in some capacity I’m even more “safe” to be giddy about it.
I’m working on this thing. It started as a school project, but I was so stoked about it I wanted it to live beyond the classrooms it will be critiqued in. So what’s a lady to do? Apply for a grant. Lo and damn behold I got the grant! Who’d a thunk that shit?
The project is a social critique of panopticism and how we willingly participate in it, blurring the lines between governmental/public space, commercial space and private space. I’m building an installation of a security desk. 5 security monitors and a computer displaying security footage and a remote desktop functioning — in the midst of a chat, watching porn, playing a game. There are 20 security cameras feeding the monitors footage. I’m building the cameras myself, it’s been tricky but they’re coming along. Getting access to mount them is the interesting part.
Does getting a grant make an official working artist?
