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The Garage is owned by Helen Acklam. Helen, a painter with a studio at BV Studios, elsewhere in Bristol gifts this space in Clifton to other artists to experiment with on the basis they share their findings. I’ve just spent a month there, engaged in collaborative play and research with two other Bristol-based artists: Esmé Clutterbuck and Henny Burnett

Esmé, Henny and I had previously built a working relationship through drawing activity based at Drawing Projects UK in Trowbridge, an hour’s drive away. On the shared car journeys (those were the days) we talked about our lives, mostly as mothers. We acknowledged common threads in our practices and decided to explore them together: the domestic; nourishing others; loss from the perspective of a mother, that kind of thing.

Also, I had my own agenda. I am at my happiest throwing out rapid makes without showing them and without much reflection. Now I believe I need to spend some time considering how to resolve or present pieces for an audience. This is an obvious area of strength for Henny and I wanted to learn from her. 

Esmé’s work is sometimes representational and sometimes not. It is telling a story but indirectly. I’m trying for a less direct approach to narrative myself and wanted to understand how unconscious or conscious her approach was.

The true value of this residency was in its timing. No-one could have known how important ‘close contact’ would become: shared thought and collaboration. These are aspects of my practice I’ve invested a lot of time and energy to develop. Covid makes them very difficult, we’ve all had to navigate towards different ways of sharing. I’ve lost paid teaching because of Covid’s impact on the further and higher education sectors and for nearly six months I’ve been back in the role of full time carer. What joy to spend September reconnecting with other artists at The Garage. In terms of hanging on to my sense of self through a very difficult period it has been critical. 

Incidentally, I’ve never had a studio outside home and I see how important it is now. Lifting the work out of a domestic setting changes its meaning. The pieces I made during the residency was stuff I couldn’t have made at home: I had the empty space, both real and in my head, to imagine new outcomes. 

We were not always all there at the same time; sometimes it was a question of bringing pieces into the space and leaving them for the others to react to or not. Sometimes we all three met together and sometimes in different groupings. I realised what a privilege it is to be allowed into someone else’s making process (or practice more generally).

The Garage is a versatile space: allowing both for play and formal presentation. It was important it was a neutral space, rather than one of our own studios.

On the final weekend we shared our work with local artists and friends but somehow the sharing failed to demonstrate how alive and playful the process had been. The work we presented looked slightly dull and less like exciting questions than half-baked answers, which was sad but taught me a lesson about the importance of avoiding polite and ordered results when faced with the prospect of showing the work.  

Helen, the extraordinarily generous artist who gifted the space can be contacted through The Garage’s web pages

We’ve been in Lockdown in Bristol for the past 7 weeks. I’m here with my seventeen year old daughter. My husband works as a psychologist for the local hospital. Most days he walks up the hill to work and my daughter and I buckle down at home. Often I feel low or anxious or depressed. Achieving ‘flow’ is helpful.

I am making plates using earthenware clay I bought in a hurry from Bristol’s Childrens’ Scrapstore prior to lockdown. I lay it out on my etching press and gradually roll it flatter and flatter. When it’s 9mm thick I transfer it to a plaster mould cast last year to create the basic oval shape.

If I leave this overnight it will be ready to tip out or work further the following morning so each platter takes a couple of days. The first day is technical, craft based, and the second is freer, wilder, more instinctive. A response to the clay and marks I make in it.

I use drawing (or mark-making) and writing to develop an initial idea and prompt the next platter but basically, because they are dishes, the context for the work is giving nourishment both literally and figuratively speaking. I ‘feed’ my family daily and I ‘feed’ my students weekly. Yes, I’m still meeting up with Press Play course participants courtesy of Spike Print Studio online, using Zoom mostly.

These people are extraordinary. Every week they give me more to think about and respond to. They are sometimes distressed or angry but they are always giving, creative and thoughtful so I too am being nourished. Thank you Press Play group and thank you Spike Print Studio. I am lucky to have you.

Thank you also to Steve Carter of St Werburghs Pottery and Bristol Folk House, who will fire these ‘feed-me plates’ one day and whose philosophical mutterings help me along.

I’ve been working with artist Natasha MacVoy recently.

In August last year my work was installed in her house as part of an ongoing investigation into the meaning and nature of curation called HER MIT PROJECTS. Curated by Tash, these projects deal with real people who are dealing with real things. Mothers being mothers, bereaved people being bereaved. HER MIT events take place in the spaces immediately available to Tash – her kitchen, the shed, a cigarette box.

This is what happened. On a Friday night in August I took nearly nine months’ work to her house. When I returned mid-day Saturday she had curated a small number of works and installed them in her kitchen and shed.

Initially she and I toured the work together, discussing the content and her decision-making process. (Later a small audience came to view the work and share food with us.) This was the first thing I saw walking into her kitchen with my heart in my mouth on Saturday.

This pairing of collage and teapot was fresh to me.

At first you might only see a teapot on the windowsill, but then you pick up on the ear-wigging suggested by the collage. And there are little things about the way it’s placed: the collage hangs from pegs like washing might; the slight space between this and the fridge; the messages on the pegs – ‘don’t forget’ and ‘already done’. Tash playing with the idea of being a mother in an exhibition space or an artist in the kitchen?

Also in the kitchen:

The charger was given its own space. The lines are reminiscent of a string of beads or, Tash thought, indents from a small child’s finger. The ear-like leaves of the plant above it on the windowsill sends you back to the teapot at the other end.

Over the kitchen table, against a backdrop of family photos, drawings and notes from friends are two prints:

This pair of drawings (string prints) are almost repeats. In contrast to the board of ‘special moments’ they serve as reminders of the necessity for repetition in life, whether you are an artist or a mother or both. The children in Tash’s family photographs are twins, repeats of another kind.

Tash’s garden shed studio is a baby to the house’s parent. In the shed:

That’s Tash, photographing the slightly rude white teapot. You should see what she’s placed behind it…

A chiminea. It’s funny isn’t it?

Here is a close up of the detached teapot handles, wall mounted. They hark back to the ears in the main house, also bringing to mind inverted commas – perhaps because of the second speech bubble collage, laid out on the cutting mat on a table to the left.

I made these finger bowls pretty much without thinking, a simple association of breasts with food. They are begging to be lifted off the cold marble slab / body underneath them. Notice the triangular hole in the cardboard box she chose to support the marble – genius. Without the box and marble slab – Tash’s interventions – the bowls would be more limited in meaning. They were her solution to the question: how are we going to display these?

In the top drawing Tash saw male and female body parts floating in a washing up bowl. With the pale double teapot on the windowsill were two further teapots: ‘over-giving mum’ and ‘introverted mum’ (below). All the teapots – are portraits of myself as a mother.

I had written down the main themes of these pieces before leaving them with Tash. Astonishingly sex and humour didn’t feature although they are a big part of what makes me who I am. I had been playing with ‘break and mend’; ‘ideals and falling short’; and ‘the jeopardy of childbearing / childrearing’.

Tash offered the audience Georges Perec’s piece on walls from ‘Species of Spaces and Other Pieces‘ and there was an article about photographer Francesca Woodman on the shed wall, another deep thinker about the self in relation to space. So carefully chosen, these pieces of writing contextualise Tash’s HER MIT projects so well.

In summary I guess two things really hit home as a result of this joint project:

One – to see my own work through the eyes of someone, intelligent and sensitive, who dares curate so strongly is to see it totally fresh and fully realised as something other, something beyond what I thought it was.

Two – for whatever reason, I’ve moved into a place where I find it difficult to share the work publicly. It makes me feel vulnerable in a way it never has before although I believe it to be really good work.