Mx.D.P

Yesterday was the end of the first year of my MA. We ended our year with a Clay-focused afternoon. Of course, like anything on this course, nothing is as it seems, and it was indeed very little to do with clay.

Possibility would be my takeaway from this year. Like a block of Red Clay sits begging to be shaped into an artistic response…

Art’s wrath is an expenditure of Society’s response to embodied change. An MA helps you sift through and capture a hierarchy of information to support your theories made possible.

How that power is staged is an endless set of discussions with your art practice and those of others.

So what will the summer bring?

A defrag of Borth Fest.

Coalescing the anti-anxiety workshops with Clem

Looking at the firewall of the Rural Queer experience with Andrew.

More work on the identity flags, seeing that my home village is a staging post for that art and how I will show it. Emergent technologies and the Place of Power for Art is changing that narrative and that I as a contemporary artist are becoming that change.

I also realised that I’ve been working on this artistic practice for six decades, that everything within my life has taken me to this place, that there is no control, only Art.

When I came to CSM, I said I wanted to Save the Earth. I’ve realised that to do that I have to be part of helping humanity not tear itself apart, that economic growth will only fuel more climate change, and the inevitable collapse of that growth structure will potentially cause more damage than climate change itself. How do we survive that revolution.

Until I’ve figured that out, here are some Red Clay Wave pots and a tiny broken bird with a damaged tail feather I made for Eliza….