Curation Job Number Two

Stream of Consciousness

I had a litte mini panic attack. I was like...."I'm an Illustration student; when was the last I drew!? Agh! My degree is pointless! I am pointless!" And then I heard a seagul squawk outside my window and I had a sort of mind flash of glorious sun shine, sea salt in my nose and the soft carress of a beautiful woman with feathers in her hair...

In other news, I finally got myself a soundcloud! My whole album is there, plus a bonus live demo.

  1. You Are Just Incredible (Stunted Oak Album) by RaeWetherill 

I've Always Said: When in Doubt - Self-Portrait

Having some serious art-block. No problem being creative with music or photography or poetry. Just drawing. Drawing has become frustrating and frightening. So when this happens I do a self-portrait.

The Beginnging

Sunrise Festival. WOW! I can't even begin to explain how fucking amazing those 5 days in Bruton were. A glorious mix of culture, arts, live music, world food, world everything, an intimate community of peace-loving hippies, an infigerating carnaval, the healing energy was palpable. The people spoke to you like you had known them for years. You could leave your guitar by the fire and come back 4 hours later and it was still there, protected by the communal power of love and respect. I jammed with an Interdimensional Wizard, busked at a nudist sauna (I kpet my clothes on only because of some horrific sunburn I got the day before), transended my pain-body to live psytrance. I left feeling like a child; I want to lift the lid of life and explore every little cranny of the world and make it mine. 

Harry and I in the back of the campervan, on the way to the Festival. One of very few natural pictures of me that I dont want to burn!

Bee and Kurt in the back of their camper.

Em and Spence. The love on Spence's face is obvious.

Frida. Frida is little Freddie's female alter ego. She is gentler and kinder than Fred. We enjoy it when Frida comes out to play.

George and Frida.

A young couple asleep on the grass, early on the first morning, near the massive communal bonfire. I spoke to several transient young people who explained that hitching from one hippy festival to another was their way of life, and that many dont bother to bring tents to these types of festivals because they know they can just sleep anywhere, knowing that they'll be safe.

Alex and TJ, physicall manifestation of true love.

Marv the Mist returns from his mysterious voyages to share our physical realm.

Didn't spend much time at the main stage, I prfered the funny little live tents dotted around, amazing acoustic gypsie hippy circus bands that performed on upturned crates.

These ladies were brilliant. They were really unpractised and made up alot of their dances on the spot, which just made me love them more.

Pam, spent a beautiful day and night just hanging around one cafe with her. We just didn't feel the need to move and let the whole festival come to us. Funny how spending one afternoon with Pam and my photography skills improive 100%. http://h-pinkness.com/photo/?p=5199

Helen. I met Helen at a small free party in March. We bumped into each other at Sunrise and were like "How do I know you? Free party in Liskard? No...Camping at Maker? No...Spring Equinox! Ahh!"

I spent alot of time in the Solarnet Cafe, where the owner, Micheal, had a small speaker system and was pumping out some fat high energy psytrance. These little kids wondered in and oh god, the look of joy on their face when they heard this music, presumably for the first time. They were like, "Whats this? It's COOL!"

Crammed into the psytrance tent for Sphoongle. It was dangerously packed and after 45 minutes and alot of drama later I decided to call it a night.

 

I love how by the end we all tanned to same shade and we all look distantly related to each other. I cant wait for my grandkids to see these pictures and be they'd be like "Grandma, you were so cool!"

The End

The final pages of the little brown book

I have reached the last page of my beloved little brown book - a little A5 book I've been using for personal location drawing since march. I've been documenting little moments of my life, looking back on them brings mixed emotions. The last things that filled up the book were a few drawings and speed paintings from a free life drawing class I attended with Richard Barry. Twas good to get the practise in, in a more formal environment.

Luckily I've got 3 more Little Brown Book's left! 

I Was Born to Currate

I haven't be short of creative juices recently with all my success with music, but I find myself not drawing as much. Thats why I'm really enjoying my last module of Second Year in which I lectured a class of 17 year old Art and Design students at a local inner city school on location drawing and took them on an active workshop. Their artwork I compiled and am having printed for a small exhibition. I've had 3 weeks from initial idea to exhibition. I should be tearing my hair out but it's been a breeze; I secured funding, I've worked around the school's time table and pain in the ass bank holidays, I've even got some catering for the function, which will be admittedly small and intimate.

 My deepest fear is that the lay person will feel the art work isn't strong enough to support invites and catering and nibbles and photographs and a little speech. I was going to throw the prints on the wall and leave it at that, but I've decided that I the only thing out of my control on this module is the art work produced by the students. I have to use all my skill to best compliment the art work and in how I choose to present it. I think that's what I'm enjoying the most in that I am fully in control of (almost) everything. I've never been the kind of person to let other people sort things out because the usually do a shit job. Here I am in charge of teaching, direction, art selection, editing, printing, securing funding, advertising, show building and mingling. I

 feel sort of executive, like I should be running from meeting to meeting on Wall Street. My housemate said I look like Phoebe from Friends in the episode where she imagines what would have happened if she became a high powered stock market person, wearing blazers, smoking cigarettes and yelling at her assistant down the phone until she has a heart attack. I like it.

Who knows, maybe I am destined to run a gallery, or be an art director. Or bank manager (!)