Making Something Out of a Mess

I like the sessions where it’s allowed to make a mess.  In fact on Friday it was positively encouraged, and I know I can make as good a mess as the next person.

The creation of this particular mess was a multi step process.  First, we were invited to roam around the building and make rubbings on as many surfaces as we could find, in as many colours that suited us.  I particularly like the radiating spokes at the top of the piece, which came from an impression of the dustbin lid.

Then, on top of the patchwork of bits and pieces, the bobbly, scrappy marks, we had to make more, responding to random music tracks, found by spinning the radio dial.  Mine were largely of the graph variety, those shapes they project on the television news to show the volatility of prices or the Dollar/Sterling exchange rate.

It may show how long I’ve been doing these classes in that it never occurred to me to question the instructions.  Meanwhile, others in the group were begging to be allowed to use a new piece of paper; but the teacher was adamant that the next thing had to be laid on top of what had already been applied.

Then, there was a series of very quick poses from the model, which we had to attempt with the ‘wrong’ hand.  For me these ended up looking like awkward scrappy outlines, especially as the model was so skilled at adopting and holding the most extraordinary poses.  There’s the ghost of one of them up there on top of the bin lid impression.

And then finally, we were given 15 minutes to make something out of the mess.

And here she is.   The outline was the one I had made with my left hand, and I’ve basically just filled it in using all the colours I’d already applied.

One comment when the class was reviewing everyone’s drawings suggested it looked like the model was somewhere like a cathedral, with a domed ceiling and with light coming through high bright windows.  I’d not seen that before then, but as an interpretation, I’ll happily take it!

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