<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371</id><updated>2012-01-30T10:01:40.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drawn</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanted to get to non art, non connotive, non anthropomorphic, non geometric, non, nothing, everything, but another kind, vision, sort.
Eva Hesse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-1061138809281388122</id><published>2012-01-30T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:37:24.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9r-BbUZneo/TyalU9A3McI/AAAAAAAAAHc/R6n3UYUkaXA/s1600/_DSC0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9r-BbUZneo/TyalU9A3McI/AAAAAAAAAHc/R6n3UYUkaXA/s400/_DSC0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703427757505458626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After attempting to paint "how I feel" onto canvas it became patently obvious how difficult this was going to be.   &lt;div&gt;I haven't painted for ages.  I haven't painted how I &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; since I was a teenager!  Bearing this in mind there are also lots of levels to this difficulty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being averse to imagery an abstract sense of my emotions emerged and perhaps it's a little too vague or subjective to access.  When I look at what I've made I can't make any judgement of quality.  I have no reference points for this.  When I'm drawing I am researching, it is ongoing and temporal and in process.  Painting on to a canvas with oils is so determined before you begin.  I am constantly searching through the painting activity but it's all so finite and there is the end product contained in that dreadful, ominous, rectangle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be fair to say I am struggling.  Struggle is good, however, today I am reeling from reading a very old review that I hadn't seen before and it wasn't a very generous one.  The woman reviewing my work and the event it was part of was incredibly dismissive and complaining, almost whiny.  I abhor that sort of criticism.  It's difficult enough to read glib comments about contemporary art being pretentious when it's written by Daily Mail bigots but from one of your own, a fellow artist, well that is harsh.  I took it completely personally, naturally and have been &lt;i&gt;obsessing&lt;/i&gt; about this badly written review based on opinion rather than sound reasoning all day (incidentally, uploaded onto a forum at least a two years ago.... get a grip Heaney).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does leave you open, this art malarky.   Not everyone is going to approach the work with the same integrity and dedication that it was made with and it would be impossible to reach &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; audiences (first lesson in self preservation).  And maybe it's ok for folk to hate it.  But hate it with style - PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a small consolation there also exists a very thorough, intelligent review of the work in question so I might just go and read that again to boost my ego.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-1061138809281388122?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/1061138809281388122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2012/01/ego.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1061138809281388122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1061138809281388122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2012/01/ego.html' title='The Ego'/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9r-BbUZneo/TyalU9A3McI/AAAAAAAAAHc/R6n3UYUkaXA/s72-c/_DSC0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-5665955429222691481</id><published>2012-01-01T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:18:59.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brand new year.  I woke up with ideas about drawing feet and walking and a buzzing need to research.  My new obsession - Sylvia Plath.  It's so funny that my teenage self was so absorbed in her journals and letters and word craft that I completely missed the importance of her passion for visual art.&lt;div&gt;I've rooted around a little.  Trying very hard not to get too excited and carried away lest my enthusiasm peaks too soon and the 'what's the point' voice chimes in...  I've found a bit of writing about how wide her creative method was.  She combined visual responses with lyrical expression, she plundered her own teenage drawings for inspiration and sourced ideas from favourite painters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm experiencing a real familiarity with the dilemma between following art or literature. I often have to be strict with myself about using text in my drawings (and have attempted to explore a wider concept of how text speaks more directly than marks....a later discussion of this might arise from this research?).  The other startling discovery was, as I returned from a cold, unyielding Dartmoor visit with the dog was (apart from her poem - New Year on Dartmoor) a quote - which I'm afraid I can't provide any reference for - in which she discusses another dilemma of mine: the use of the personal in a work and how to refrain from making this a turgid, indulgent navel gaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;“I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have, but I must say I cannot sympathize with these cries from the heart that are informed by nothing except a needle or a knife, or whatever it is. I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences—even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience—and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and an intelligent mind. I think that personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror looking, narcissistic experience.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I think this is the tip of a lovely big, interesting, engaging ice-berg for me.  I don't know if you're reading this anyone but right now I am soooooooo happy.  Sylvia Plath has given me a project.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-5665955429222691481?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/5665955429222691481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2012/01/brand-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/5665955429222691481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/5665955429222691481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2012/01/brand-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-3386975871494752593</id><published>2011-12-31T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:10:23.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last day of 2011.  Of course I am creating an inventory of what I wish to take with me into the next year and what must be dumped.  Not resolutions, as such, more of a mental spring clean.&lt;div&gt;I'm shedding the martyr (the mother who feels guilty for absorbing herself in art when the children are so demanding).  I may ditch the rational treatment of my drawing in aid of pursuing a more personal response to the world. I might also take with me the fact that I struggle with the most debilitating depression and finally bring it out into the open (I said might......).  I am also definitely going to bring along this little ditty - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There is no way to happiness - happiness is the way"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more intellectual note, the drawings of Sylvia Plath - which I have just become aware of - are simple and observational and communicate only the visual representation.  It is difficult to define her emotions or thoughts through these drawings.  Her words, however, craft a sharp, intense, economical sense of idea. Incredibly painful, dry and clever poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps she used drawing as a meditation, a release, an occupation for her hands but not as a tool for communication.  I may be barking up the wrong tree entirely because these are in the end the only images I have seen but it did make me think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/oct/23/sylvia-plath-ted-hughes-art?intcmp=239&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful, creative and abundant New Year everyone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Drawing Taster Workshop at the Mansion, Totnes on Friday 13th Jan 11-1 - Tell Yer Mates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-3386975871494752593?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/3386975871494752593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-day-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/3386975871494752593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/3386975871494752593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-day-of-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-3904684235165737598</id><published>2011-06-08T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:45:34.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0824BEw8c8s/Te_NeII9kJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sjes93956Us/s1600/P1100917.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0824BEw8c8s/Te_NeII9kJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sjes93956Us/s400/P1100917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615933177819140242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;First batch of mail order drawings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pilot for a project based on posting a sketch made in words to artists around the country with the instructions to render the words back into a drawing in pencil marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writing of the 'word drawing' has been very problematic.  The initial stage of a drawing is looking and I wanted at first to describe the scene as I would interpret it to draw it.  In a flattened series of lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it happens the text has now become a description of a further stage.  That of the mark making and a thought process or two down the line.  It almost tells the story of how the drawing comes into existence.  Not really happy about this, it needs to be far more vague and objective.  And so I'll wait for the first batch to be returned and analyse the findings.  Terminology aside the scope for pathways into discussions around cognitive drawing ideas and on another track the collaboration involved in this one (eventual) installation  - which will raise questions around authorship - are already causing me to lose track of myself. So it is potentially a very exciting and full project for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has taken such a long time to get to this point though.  Took me six weeks to suss out what type of paper to send to the artists for them to draw on!!!!  It's so fundamental to the end result.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The project is intended for an exhibition in Sheffield called Pandemic (http://pandemic2011.blogspot.com/) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-3904684235165737598?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/3904684235165737598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-batch-of-mail-order-drawings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/3904684235165737598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/3904684235165737598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-batch-of-mail-order-drawings.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0824BEw8c8s/Te_NeII9kJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sjes93956Us/s72-c/P1100917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-1341332235588700591</id><published>2011-03-04T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:00:45.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zsxCxFSOXg/TXD6k-HpZdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hJxTdQeiO98/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zsxCxFSOXg/TXD6k-HpZdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hJxTdQeiO98/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580235451369350610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son drew along the lines of his palm and it inspired so many further 'lines' of enquiry for me.&lt;div&gt;When I will get the chance to follow them, I do not know, but I thought if I documented it here they would stand more of a chance of growing to fruition than inside my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from the visual research what intrigues me is the pragmatic reduction of a superstitious activity of reading palms.  If I dealt with narrative in my work I might be tempted to pursue this idea but as it is there is enough in the simplicity of it being a negative of a print.....that the lines are readymade......that the drawing is now gone........that the drawing is worn.....that his father is a tattooist (yikes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-1341332235588700591?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/1341332235588700591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-son-drew-along-lines-of-his-palm-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1341332235588700591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1341332235588700591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-son-drew-along-lines-of-his-palm-and.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zsxCxFSOXg/TXD6k-HpZdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hJxTdQeiO98/s72-c/DSC_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-7552107818922869240</id><published>2010-12-29T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T04:39:01.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TRsoMboywQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ddwes2sVLI8/s1600/P1090896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TRsoMboywQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ddwes2sVLI8/s400/P1090896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556078759334035714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to take some inspiration from gardeners now.  I am planning my year, as though it was a plot, as though time itself was physical and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manageable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;First, having prepared the ground (found my studio, hurrah) I will sew some seeds.  Some will flower, some will fail and some will produce.  There are about six beds to tend.  The most tender is a drawing club project at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Markeaton&lt;/span&gt; Primary. This needs nurturing and growing gradually, not forced.  I'm trying to remember to take baby steps and appreciate the small details.  I was getting a bit panicked about not being able to provide an exciting enough drawing experience to the group of junior school kids but all I have to do is create a space for us all to try things out, learn, talk and share.  It's hard to take the pressure off yourself but this needs observation of process not production.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a lot of ideas that haven't germinated.  They don't die, though, they lie dormant until the right combination of conditions allows them to spark.  Keeping the garden tidy, tending the seeds that are emerging, waiting, learning from experience are my new motos for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it grow.  Move with the seasons.  No hot housing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-7552107818922869240?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/7552107818922869240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-going-to-take-some-inspiration-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7552107818922869240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7552107818922869240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-going-to-take-some-inspiration-from.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TRsoMboywQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ddwes2sVLI8/s72-c/P1090896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-1605925050007166578</id><published>2010-11-15T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:35:20.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TOElpT8_gyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S1ghBDgXbyU/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TOElpT8_gyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S1ghBDgXbyU/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539750408303379234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No studio.  Drought.  Some ideas but nothing coming out.  What if my well is dry forever?&lt;div&gt;I have been interested in the documentational aspect to all drawing.  It records.  It all records.  Lovely mentor Kate's work is ALL documentation.  Tracking her moves, marking her time.  I thought mine was but it seems to be a material.  The drawings become pieces of sculpture, or installation ingredients.  What is documented hasn't been the focus.  The space and the changing/altering/highlighting of that space has shone over the mark itself.  I still cling to objects.  The paper and pencil and the mark - all objects.  What is the distinction between that and a drawing in a frame.  We look past the medium, don't see the pencil mark we see the idea or the image being conveyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However underneath it is all still documentation.  A record of an idea of an image.  A proof of the moment(s) in time in which the exchange between artists hand and material happened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just fretting about where to take it now, this awareness of archiving.  Cause right now the only record of these ideas is in my memory and that isn't too reliable.  Time to get drawing.  Make a space.  And don't get me on the one about whether the photographic documentation of work creates a new piece or merely records the original one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-1605925050007166578?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/1605925050007166578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1605925050007166578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1605925050007166578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-studio.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TOElpT8_gyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S1ghBDgXbyU/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-4065269981217331488</id><published>2010-09-30T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:53:32.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking Time | Reviews | Interface | a-n</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-n.co.uk/interface/reviews/single/654988?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4ca4ea49a803e385,0"&gt;Marking Time | Reviews | Interface | a-n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-4065269981217331488?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/4065269981217331488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/09/marking-time-reviews-interface-n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/4065269981217331488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/4065269981217331488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/09/marking-time-reviews-interface-n.html' title='Marking Time | Reviews | Interface | a-n'/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-2223339893204198945</id><published>2010-09-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:05:56.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TJZrXxPLoPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8kDlw16SjGI/s1600/FrontCOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TJZrXxPLoPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8kDlw16SjGI/s400/FrontCOL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518716449487298802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This lovely artwork has been produced for the Derby Big Draw brochure, it's by Emma Reading.  &lt;div&gt;The more I look at it the more I see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The festival begins on the 1st October with a launch party and opening of 'Scribble and Scrawl'.  Kate Smith Jane Dearden, Tracey Meek and myself all showing work at the Crompton, Crompton Street, Derby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've worked so hard to get everything off the ground and there is still so much to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exciting bit will be occupying an empty shop for the month with No Parking (my creative family) and turning what was La Senza - a knicker and bra store - into a drawing space.  It's 48 St Peter's St Derby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had lots and lots of help lately, generous people giving time and energy and skill to this project so I am really determined to give back somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derby is brimming with talent.  We need to show more of it off. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-2223339893204198945?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/2223339893204198945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-lovely-artwork-has-been-produced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/2223339893204198945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/2223339893204198945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-lovely-artwork-has-been-produced.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TJZrXxPLoPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8kDlw16SjGI/s72-c/FrontCOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-1649096425897029644</id><published>2010-08-29T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:51:47.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Archers' Omnibus</title><content type='html'>Kate Smith has introduced me to this software.  Drawing with sound. Sort of. ....this is Jennifer and Brian discussing their troubles...There are lots of other links like this on the Derby Big Draw website - www.derbybigdraw.co.uk&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/THqaoq1GQWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rMqspJ6dba4/s1600/thearchers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/THqaoq1GQWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rMqspJ6dba4/s400/thearchers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510887117523665250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-1649096425897029644?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/1649096425897029644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/08/archers-omnibus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1649096425897029644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/1649096425897029644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/08/archers-omnibus.html' title='The Archers&apos; Omnibus'/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/THqaoq1GQWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rMqspJ6dba4/s72-c/thearchers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-7598702506509106499</id><published>2010-08-29T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:41:35.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Counting down for trip to Brighton for the Drawing Research Network conference.  So excited. Like Christmas Eve.  But better.  &lt;div&gt;Haven't been able to blog anything of any worth for a long while.  I have been so pre-occupied with organising the Derby Big Draw festival -  www.derbybigdraw.co.uk - which has been a real learning curve.  It is going to happen on NO money but an awful lot of goodwill and drawing passion.  It's quite easy to lose sight of the real reason I wanted it to happen in the first place and that is just to create some spaces where people can have a little personal adventure with drawing and all its amazing benefits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the faith x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-7598702506509106499?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/7598702506509106499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-down-for-trip-to-brighton-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7598702506509106499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7598702506509106499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-down-for-trip-to-brighton-for.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-4911489338863305104</id><published>2010-07-11T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T03:49:59.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/TDmhijyKVPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0wUqbgGsNNk/s1600/_DSC0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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I spent a week in the gallery reacting to the space and then the result was up for a week for visitors.&lt;div&gt;I'm still reflecting on what when on and desperately trying to get it down in a blog but despite completing the MA and seemingly having more spare time life is getting in the way of ART!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-4911489338863305104?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/5307484269958933546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/5307484269958933546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-8605284286504104470</id><published>2010-04-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T08:47:21.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9RZ1RgqjJI/AAAAAAAAADY/2zoeNxYTDUA/s1600/_DSC0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9RZ1RgqjJI/AAAAAAAAADY/2zoeNxYTDUA/s400/_DSC0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464091019675602066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I re-read a paper I submitted for my MA last year.  It was a crap essay.  Some of the ideas were great but as ever, my execution of anything academic was thwarted by being badly directed and unedited.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am facing the firing squad again soon for my final assessment and so I am tracing my steps back to my initial intentions to give it all a thorough critical 'going over'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was evident in the paper was a concern with materials.  Mainly ones that could be termed feminist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A huge digression into the problems of being a contemporary female artist who would resist the feminist label yet still employ domestic, underprivileged materials ensued.  I couldn't conclude.  I managed to avoid the subject in my practice by steering away from materials coded with feminist, feminine, connotations.  I abandoned knitting, stitching, food and fabric (although I was using them for an entirely different reason to the feminists).   The detail of piece above was made with paraffin wax and fishing wire.  It was formed from casts of domestic doorknobs.  I look at the image now and I still see something vaguely feminine.  The piece was to do with Sartre.  It was based on the existentialist question of whether we turn the handle or does the handle turn us.  As far I thought: genderless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all attempts to avoid being tagged a feminist I think by placing myself in a gallery, making a tally mark over and over with the suggestion I am trapped or imprisoned can still be assumed to be a feminist action.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I have difficulty with all this is because A: why do we need to deny associations with feminism?  and B: Do we just confuse female with feminist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I referred to Rachel Whiteread and Eva Hesse in the 'terrible essay'  neither of whom seem to receive the lowly monica 'feminist'.  But then Whiteread's works have a masculine, modernist form and Hesse spent her entire career striving to appear intellectual and not emotional.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as my own work goes, I am using the most democratic, non- heirarchical, non-gender-specific materials to support the content but the mark-making still looks girly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-8605284286504104470?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/8605284286504104470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-morning-i-re-read-paper-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/8605284286504104470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/8605284286504104470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-morning-i-re-read-paper-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9RZ1RgqjJI/AAAAAAAAADY/2zoeNxYTDUA/s72-c/_DSC0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-3883709875573189591</id><published>2010-04-22T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:53:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AY0OkSDaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Rgld8DKaPAg/s1600/_DSC0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AY0OkSDaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Rgld8DKaPAg/s400/_DSC0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462893633542950306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the Easter break things took an interesting turn at the museum in my absence.  We had placed a podium and invited visitors to make their own mark on this. It was a way of alluding to the idea of the tally mark being used to count in the visitor and playing with the idea of the mark being so banal and un-artistic (for want of a better word) it would posture the question about who is the artist. ( I am writing this very quickly so apologies for the rambling...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A delightful development occurred when the visitor marks began to creep off the designated podium and onto the actual piece of work.  I like to think it was a genuine mistake and misunderstanding but part of me is quite excited by the idea of vandalism.  The museum, incidentally were horrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The incident gave me so much fodder to think about.  It reinforced my original feelings about not creating a finished picture.  It raises questions about the heirarchy of work and it's purpose.  It blurs the white cube with the interactive museum somehow and breaks down the territory.   The scope for discussion is endless and also extremely current.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also makes me think about the overheard quote so often heard at my exhibitions "a child could do that, though".  The marks made by the visitors were dramatically different to mine.  The ones I assumed were made by children (because of the height) were not at all similar to mine.  A child couldn't do that.  Despite my attempts to make a mark of no aesthetic quality, to strip the work of any conventional graphic technique, there appears to be evidence of skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the marks were erased by the Museum staff before I saw them but there were residues.  I kind of think we should have left them all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AYtY4XvoI/AAAAAAAAADI/7mNQ5Naw1XE/s1600/P1010151.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AYtY4XvoI/AAAAAAAAADI/7mNQ5Naw1XE/s400/P1010151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462893516052479618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-3883709875573189591?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/3883709875573189591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/during-easter-break-things-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/3883709875573189591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/3883709875573189591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/during-easter-break-things-took.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AY0OkSDaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Rgld8DKaPAg/s72-c/_DSC0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-4553462618302719054</id><published>2010-04-22T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:36:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AU64v4GRI/AAAAAAAAACw/wiAC6CYufZE/s400/P1010161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462889349898574098" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AViL75cPI/AAAAAAAAADA/N1eGTahLMME/s1600/P1090873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AViL75cPI/AAAAAAAAADA/N1eGTahLMME/s400/P1090873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462890025064165618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A list of questions/notions arising from working on 'Marking Time'&lt;div&gt;Marking time is not a performance, it has performative elements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where am I in the work?Is it an installation, is it work in progress or is it process art?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a discussion around the mark.  Is it symbol, picture, stamp, signature.  How much like a tally mark is it. Is it just a representation of a tally mark?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a static mark yet I am keeping it animated, continuously recording.  Keeping time in the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I document the work some of the marks can't be seen -  it is similar to working with invisible ink,  it feeds into the idea of drawing with a left hand.  If I had started left to right rather than right to left I would have been erasing my own work.  (this is a new line of enquiry, The image to the left is an experiment with a section of text about guache-ness, or lefthandedness in relation to Twombly's work by Barthes.  I am currently playing with this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-4553462618302719054?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/4553462618302719054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/list-of-questionsnotions-arising-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/4553462618302719054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/4553462618302719054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/list-of-questionsnotions-arising-from.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S9AU64v4GRI/AAAAAAAAACw/wiAC6CYufZE/s72-c/P1010161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-7305170352251253260</id><published>2010-04-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:13:45.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S8hrwzZDpqI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGfswMYZnls/s1600/_DSC0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S8hrwzZDpqI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGfswMYZnls/s400/_DSC0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460733034359924386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing as satisfying as a sharpened pencil touching soft paper.  As I was drawing today in the museum someone asked me if I found it boring.  It is not.  I am in heaven.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pace of the mark being made, one, two, three, four, five creates a rhythm.  It is a meditation.  Whilst my hand is busy and my eye watches (without leading) my mind is free to consider the effectiveness of the piece confirming back to me with glee that the ideas are working.  I can also catch those threads of further issues and themes arising from the process and pursue the new ones.  And they are coming thick and fast.  The temporality is an exciting aspect.  I am struck by what is a static mark being animated by me over and over and kept moving, still recording, keeping in the present.  We measure a lot of things.  Time, space, quality.  As I am working I realise this piece is so anti measurement.  I have been challenging the measurement of time, of space and especially quality.  What conventions can be used to judge this work in terms of quality?  Not composition, not representation, not style, not skill.  So why does it appeal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S8hrwl8RTCI/AAAAAAAAACg/5zI3yh9N0Rs/s1600/P1010165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S8hrwl8RTCI/AAAAAAAAACg/5zI3yh9N0Rs/s400/P1010165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460733030749522978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-7305170352251253260?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/7305170352251253260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-is-nothing-as-satisfying-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7305170352251253260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7305170352251253260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-is-nothing-as-satisfying-as.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S8hrwzZDpqI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGfswMYZnls/s72-c/_DSC0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-8628624079833525671</id><published>2010-03-28T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:40:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S68MovXHwhI/AAAAAAAAACY/u0zjpsX61SU/s1600/_DSC0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S68MovXHwhI/AAAAAAAAACY/u0zjpsX61SU/s400/_DSC0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453591567816704530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The installation of &lt;i&gt;One Step Beyond &lt;/i&gt;began last week.   Puzzling over problems, settling the theories down within the space.  I am constantly negotiating with myself. Questioning absolutely everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's obvious to me now I have been on a self destruct trip.  A rather dangerous but effective device for pushing your practice!  That I will be drawing in the gallery is a huge step out of my (excuse the cliche) comfort zone.  That I will be creating a work that is potentially very challenging in public is new territory.  That I continuously choose to react to the space rather than hang a finished work all points to the underlying (subconscious) method I adopt of suffering through and for the work.  The work usually stands alone without me.  In my darker moments I imagine the direct onslaught of negativity from viewers, feedback usually tempered via the medium of a comments book.  This need to authenticate work with evidence of its duration, struggle, devotion and humility is another subject but it is ruminating underneath.  As I said a very dangerous, but effective method for pushing your practice.  Work travels, how much we direct it and how much we react to the journey is a delicate balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-8628624079833525671?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/8628624079833525671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/03/installation-of-one-step-beyond-began.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/8628624079833525671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/8628624079833525671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/03/installation-of-one-step-beyond-began.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S68MovXHwhI/AAAAAAAAACY/u0zjpsX61SU/s72-c/_DSC0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-7968136000001567204</id><published>2010-03-27T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:22:33.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maxim for the day via Rachel Clarke on the Drawing Research Forum: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;One rule is to practice failure, to get used to failure and revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-7968136000001567204?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/7968136000001567204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/03/maxim-for-day-via-rachel-clarke-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7968136000001567204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/7968136000001567204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/03/maxim-for-day-via-rachel-clarke-on.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-8863528436174081566</id><published>2010-03-21T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T04:31:57.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S6YDXVE9-1I/AAAAAAAAACI/tl2CwZj_Dy8/s1600-h/P1090953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S6YDXVE9-1I/AAAAAAAAACI/tl2CwZj_Dy8/s400/P1090953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451048098308422482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S6YCZO4xJsI/AAAAAAAAACA/cbQbyBsYlUM/s1600-h/P1090952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S6YCZO4xJsI/AAAAAAAAACA/cbQbyBsYlUM/s400/P1090952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451047031494747842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OHP&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the start of some new experiments into 'marking space'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-8863528436174081566?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/8863528436174081566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohp-start-of-some-new-experiments-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/8863528436174081566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/8863528436174081566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohp-start-of-some-new-experiments-into.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S6YDXVE9-1I/AAAAAAAAACI/tl2CwZj_Dy8/s72-c/P1090953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-5338428770980802363</id><published>2010-02-08T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:16:37.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S3BUyfp-sUI/AAAAAAAAABw/CVpDWIA3A4Q/s1600-h/P1090878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S3BUyfp-sUI/AAAAAAAAABw/CVpDWIA3A4Q/s400/P1090878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435937976703955266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about the interpretation of the work going up in Derby Museum and Gallery.  There are so many aspects to the work I would like to be read from it but what will the actual viewer take away from it?  A constant bugbear of mine is also niggling.  Can this installation work without its neat little accompanying text? Have I managed to weave into its language the discussions I'm raising; about drawing; about our mark; about space.  Can it talk without words?&lt;div&gt; The piece in its objective of expressing an encounter with time and place also specifically relates to the gallery.  It's use of the tally (a mark traditionally used to record the footfall) will mean a lot to those experienced in the world of exhibiting.  We have discussed an expansion of the work into an interactive experience and there will be areas for the public to 'make their mark'.  This excites me and feeds back into the theory so neatly.  The viewers are recording their own visit. But are they aware of what is essentially an 'in joke'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-5338428770980802363?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/5338428770980802363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/marking-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/5338428770980802363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/5338428770980802363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/marking-time.html' title='Marking Time'/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S3BUyfp-sUI/AAAAAAAAABw/CVpDWIA3A4Q/s72-c/P1090878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-2716822459556565359</id><published>2010-02-04T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:59:17.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rjM6l3-WI/AAAAAAAAABI/kelT1rmYgF0/s1600-h/wallstudy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rjM6l3-WI/AAAAAAAAABI/kelT1rmYgF0/s400/wallstudy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434405711401974114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been pondering Christopher Thomas' item in Debate from A-N (Feb).  He questions the current obsession with success, with finished, marketable objects of art and describes MA programmes as finishing schools.  Something I value dearly is the space and time to experiment and I am fortunate enough to have tutors on my own MA who advocate research, experimentation and expansive thinking.  This is an old debate but it's obviously still alive.  Thomas turns to the blog on A-N, Projects Unedited, as a place where art making is being described daily in transparent warts and all detail.  Where failure is reflected on not dismissed.  I liked this article.  It confirms my belief in  process art and also my choice of MA.&lt;div&gt;The drawing I have posted is a rubbing/trace of the studio wall I was in at the time.  It brought a whole question of authorship to the work.  The space virtually drew itself but my mark (print, residue) was still evident.  I am investigating how far I need to go to eliminate the artist as author.  My mark is informed.  No matter how random and undirected I make it I cannot divorce from some aesthetic choice.  I need to automate a standard mark or add some element of chance (John Cage revisited, no thank you).  A conversation with one of my cohort led us to decide that even if a piece of work was handed over to a public interaction, inviting people to make their own marks, for example, the artist would still have the responsibility/accountability and ultimate accreditation of that work.  How to take this further is keeping me awake at the moment.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-2716822459556565359?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/2716822459556565359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-been-pondering-christopher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/2716822459556565359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/2716822459556565359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-been-pondering-christopher.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rjM6l3-WI/AAAAAAAAABI/kelT1rmYgF0/s72-c/wallstudy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-6204271185573304948</id><published>2010-02-02T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:21:36.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier, monospace; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;I gave a little talk yesterday to the Year Zero students at Derby. It was a good exercise in reflection. I'm used to talking to my MA cohort but I present current work and they all know my practice. Delving deep into the past to give a history of how I arrived 'here' is like double-digging. It's fertile down there.... but the surface has been broken and it doesn't feel so solid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Current work (under the title DRAW) is begging to be pared down. The interpretation of the engagement with space has included a physical reading of surrounding space and wider drawing propositions but how far can this go without just substituting each space for a new one when I move on to a new piece. The uniqueness of each site dictates the content, obviously, and by definition makes a different subject but historically I have been notorious for this repetitious model of working and it is something I am constantly trying to break out of.&lt;br /&gt;All this before 8am ....... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-6204271185573304948?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/6204271185573304948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-gave-little-talk-yesterday-to-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/6204271185573304948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/6204271185573304948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-gave-little-talk-yesterday-to-year.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845216906195914371.post-516762882672237228</id><published>2010-02-01T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:05:32.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2bf9jK-pZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZbJYFdO57HE/s1600-h/tally+study.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2bf9jK-pZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZbJYFdO57HE/s400/tally+study.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433276248975386002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MARKING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photograph is from the research for my most recent work.  The studies contribute to a proposed installation at Derby City Gallery and Museum.  I will be drawing live throughout the show, One Step Beyond,  which opens on the 3rd April 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The work at present is exploring space and time as a vehicle for a discourse concerning drawing.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845216906195914371-516762882672237228?l=bethheaney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/feeds/516762882672237228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/marking-time-photograph-to-left-is-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/516762882672237228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845216906195914371/posts/default/516762882672237228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethheaney.blogspot.com/2010/02/marking-time-photograph-to-left-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>beth heaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713043548192096313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2rqpju4ejI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U86w0MURBD0/S220/studio9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPDj969Ms6A/S2bf9jK-pZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZbJYFdO57HE/s72-c/tally+study.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
