This is my reply to 'Flegling'Katrina's poem seemed to be about the boarder between safety and danger, flight and falling, inside and out. I remember seeing as a child an x-ray of a childs stomach who had swallowed a safety pin. It sat open and upright in the grey fog of the stomach, beneath the ribs. These safety pins on the sash window at the boundary of inside and out sum up the opposition of danger and safety.
Tim - you're just too quick. I like your reading of the 'Fledgling' poem. OK, I've got 2 weeks will start thinking over the weekend, will do some freewrites and see what emerges. Will post my response on or before Fri 11 May.Cheers, KatrinaPS - any responses to Tim's work from anyone out there?
On the speed of reply, it is perhaps intrinsic to visual art that a photograph or even a simple drawing can be made in a few minutes or hours. This helps me to not over think, to react to what I see, and not over analyse why I wan't to make a certain image. this freedom can result in over production and make editing a very important phase in my process.Tim Ridley
Well my starting point has to be in the context of this discussion. I'm already influenced by the 'Fledgling' poem which, without re-reading it, has put me in mind of birds. The three pins remind me of pelicans with large bills. They seem to be pointing at the fourth bird which seems isolated from them, or dead. Of course, they're not birds. But they are pointing, and they are unified against the fourth. They are open whereas it is closed, or silent. Then again, perhaps they are dead, fallen open, exposed, and it, the fourth, holds some control over them, or has killed them. In another reading, the image makes me think of the person who's placed the pins here. Their position is too precise as to be random. The scratches and indentations behind on the wood remind me of waves, spray and seabirds. The pins seem washed up, dead, on a beach. They remind me of the immigrants who were washed up on the shore in Italy last year.
I put the pins, without any close attention, on the sill and rediscovered them whilst staring at the weather out the bedroom window, so it is interesting that the scratches and marks reminded you of the weather outside. I am interested in the 'other' and the idea of immigration is a catalyst, although I have never come close to being one. Thank you for your comments.Tim Ridley
Tim and Katrina,This is wonderful!I'm excited to see this pan out,xAnna
Thanks Anna, it is all quite new to us and we are not sure where this thing is going, a bit like a game of Grandma's footsteps towards an invisible Grandma.Tim Ridley
I really like this new image but it's taken me a whole week of thinking before I've managed to draft a thing. I was getting a bit worried as I only have another week to go now. Still, I spent several hours drafting and redrafting a piece this morning, which I hope will emerge as a poem when I next look at it in a few days' time. Will post whatever I have - good, bad or indifferent - next Friday 11 May.Thanks for following, Katrina
Phew, finally posted something in response to Tim's piece here. See 'Jubilee' - see Round 4: Poetry. Was making changes right up to posting. It feels quite nerve-wracking working like this, knowing I haven't got any longer and have to post, ready or not!Cheers and thanks for following, comments etc welcome, Katrina