I’m sat in a pub in Porthcawl but my mind is totally elsewhere this afternoon. I’ve been offered a solo show at the Workers Gallery in Ynyshir for a month at the beginning of June and I need to write my artist statement, press releases, and generally get my head organised as to where I’m at.
Usually my solo shows take months, if not years, to plan for. Usually I take time to build up a singular collection to fill a gallery space. Usually I have more than five weeks to plan, create, publicise, and process just exactly what I want to say and how I want to say it.
Not this time.
It’s actually quite refreshing to work to a time limit this short. I’m having to rethink everything I’ve assumed possible from my previous shows, rip up the rules, think quick, and act fast.
Within a few days I’m having to consider exactly what to show, how to show it, and the reasons why I want to show it. I’m evaluating every inch of my practice over the last decade and deciding what’s relevant and what’s not. The solution has to be simple and effective; mostly because there’s no time to do anything complex.
As a result I’ve decided to bring art back from the other side of the planet from a previous collection which hasn’t been shown here in the UK and I’m pulling things out of storage which haven’t seen the light of day for years. I’m putting together an anthology of practice, reasoning, and works which I’m hoping will test all my previous ideas on what a solo show should be about.
Right now I’m blocking out the sound of football on the big screen and writing. I have until full time to get this shoe on the road.
… and think of a title…