Thursday, 26 September 2013

The 'Inbetweener's' Project.

As you may or may not realize, the purpose of my last year in London was to complete my master in Artist Teachers and Contemporary Practices at Goldsmiths University of London. Many of you were asking to see what my final piece looked like. If you haven't been following the blog over the course of my MA in London, please keep in mind that as the title of the course suggests, the focus of this last year has been on Contemporary practices. I've included my final reflective statement to help explain my piece (The 'Inbetweener's Project').




As my year in London continued to unfold at a rapid pace, my own heightened sensitivity and curiosity concerning my feelings of attachment to this city did not change. I have since read that this urge to wrap one’s head around their feelings in place is human nature. Human beings ‘have an emotional need to identify with personal and intimate places, and hence ‘construct’ these places for themselves on the basis of repeated experiences’ (Holloway and Hubbard, 2001, p. 75). It was a curiosity resulting from such experiences that encouraged me to begin the search for some of the more tangible factors contributing to these feelings as well as others who may share my experiences.

I called those similar to myself, ‘In-betweeners’. They were people new to London but neither tourist nor resident.  With this community, I was hoping to generate a shared knowledge, comparing feelings of our time in the city, while also expanding my own London footprint. The project began with an evening of discussion surrounding our experiences in London. This dialogue became a starting point in a collaboration amongst members of a similar community. I hoped the experience would be enriching for all of us, but was confident that it was particular to the group, and specifically for the group. Annette Krauss is an artist with a similar interest in informal and unrecognized knowledge, while challenging the tensions between the themes of place and belonging. In her project, ‘Hidden Curriculum’ she brings forth the hidden lessons that students acquired in schools, that were perhaps unintended. Krauss notes that a hidden curriculum can be found alongside any learning experience both within, and outside of the school environment (The Showroom, 2012).

Following the evening of discussion, the group agreed to a series of neighbourhood walks, sharing each in-betweener’s meaningful places, and ‘lived space’. We focused on places of belonging or disbelonging. These were places where memorable moments have taken place; relationships have been impacted, or quite simply comfortable spaces that are part of the in-betweener’s lived routine. ‘Their London’ is limited to their experience and continues to grow as their ‘lived space’ expands. Also exploring the relationship between place and belonging, The Richgate Project (2007) similarly used walking as a means of creating a ‘symbolic mapping experience’ with its participants (Irwin, et al., 2009, p. 64). The artists collaborating on this project suggested that when walking was integrated into the process of mapping, “cartography shifts from being a ‘point’ or fixed location to an encounter between people and places” (Irwin, et al., 2009, p. 64). Like The Richgate Project (2007), the stories associated with these places of meaning began to explain any feelings of attachment or disbelonging in this city.

I photographed the neighbourhood visits, recording the pictures on instagram, with the hopes that in-betweeners (old and new) could continue to add to this growing visual collection of their London. Using photographs, Stephen Willat takes a similar approach by visually mapping relationships, and ties to place. Willat’s work explores the nature of human interaction, and the connection between individuals and communities. In his show, The Oxford Community Datastream (2013), Willat uses photography and mixed media to make a visual diagram of relationships for the viewers. Using a similar approach, my intention was to diagram the in-betweener’s experience by visually mapping it for the viewer.

While the map shows what the in-betweener’s London looks like, I compiled ‘The Inbetweener’s Guide to London’ to put into words how their London feels. The book contains helpful tidbits of information, maps, and places that the in-betweener’s have enjoyed, while also telling the story of unique experiences that future in-betweeners may be able to relate to. Each in-betweener’s perceptions on belonging and disbelonging in London are documented, as well as specific spots that have had an impact on their lives. Some of these places had meanings deeper than others, but every spot had personal significance to the person who took me there. The book was created by hand as a resource for in-betweeners with knowledge from in-betweeners.  Despite the stigma often surrounding craft-based work in the world of contemporary art, I felt strongly that the handmade approach to the book’s construction symbolizes a genuine sincerity in the sharing of information. Contemporary artist, Emma Smith created Ideas on Travel: Nottingham (2006) using a similar approach. To create her book, Smith collaborated with Londoners, compiling hand drawn maps and words of advice on travelling to Nottingham. When speaking of the relevance of craft in the contemporary art world, David Revere McFadden (Chief curator and vice president, Museum of Arts & Design, New York) says,
'Craft, art, and design are words heavily laden with cultural baggage. For me, they all connote the profound engagement with materials and process that is central to creativity. Through this engagement, form, function, and meaning are made tangible.’
                                                (The Victoria and Albert Museum, 2013).
                                                           
Mark Jones, (Director of the Victoria & Albert Museum 2001-2011) echoes McFadden’s sediments, saying, ‘Craft is remembering that art is seen, felt and heard as well as understood, knowing that not all ideas start with words, thinking with hands as well as head.’ (The Victoira and Albert Museum, 2013).

It was in speaking with the in-betweeners in their neighbourhoods that the ever-evolving relationship between place and belonging became very apparent. It was the little signs of belonging to this new environment that seemed to hold the most meaning. It became clear on my walkabouts, that many of us had not been in the city long enough to have experienced significant moments, which would result in  a true attachment to the city.  The term in-betweeners infers a sense of disbelonging, being neither here nor there. We weren’t ‘there’ and only time and lived experience would help us get ‘there’. The Phenomonologists believed there was ‘no separate real world external to human experience’ (Holloway and Hubbard, 2001, p. 70). An individual’s ‘activity space’ plays a huge role in sense of belonging, as the more one is able to encounter a place, the more they invest in it, making the place, ‘an extension of the individual’ (Holloway and Hubbard, 1988, p. 75). This links closely to Bourdieu’s concept of Habitus. Hillier and Rooksby best define Habitus as, ‘a sense of one’s (and others’) place and role in the world and one’s lived environment’ (2005, p. 21).  Our daily actions, decisions, and lifestyle choices are governed through our experiences of everyday life. Bourdieu’s habitus helps to explain the different perceptions, emotions, and feelings felt by each of the in-betweeners. Each in-betweener’s perception of this city and their own sense of belonging are slightly different, and a product of their own history.

My hope was to create an experience unique to in-betweeners, by in-betweeners. It is my intention that this project does not end with me. I intend to leave the guide in London to circulate amongst new in-betweeners, growing with their experiences and newly formed knowledge in this city. Within the gallery setting, I intend the guide book and visual map to be seen as one event, both pieces intersecting with each other, while also intertwined with the memories and lived experiences that both the viewers and in-betweeners bring to the encounter.
















If you know me, (in an artistic sense), you will realize that this piece is unlike anything I've created (art wise) in my entire life. I was certainly out of my comfort zone. While I battled with Contemporary art over the last ten months, I was forced to question it's value in the classroom. It's true the product may not be as aesthetically pleasing, specifically when attempting to decorate the walls of one of Canada's top private schools, but arguably the critical thinking involved in the process of creating is invaluable. 

I'd love to hear your thoughts. I will also post some of the pieces of the other students at a later date.




Wednesday, 25 September 2013

September Showers.



I've just returned from the most beautiful wedding. Yes, I'm a little biased as it was the nuptials of my very best friend, but when you see the photos, you will quickly see how wonderful this weekend was. But not today. Today I'm going to show you an event the took place a couple of weeks ago. Exactly one week after my return from London. Kristin's bridal shower.

It was a lovely tea party with a derby theme (hence the hats). As you will see in the photos, the hostess went above and beyond the call of duty. No, it wasn't me. As self proclaimed 'Worst Bridesmaid Ever', I thought I'd stay true to my name, and keep out of things. Actually, I knew there was no way I could throw such an event, having just returned to Canadian soil, and being one week into work, flying by the seat of my pants, and still 100% in the red. Sorry Kristin. Insert Laurie.

Have a look at Laurie's amazing efforts. Now this is what I call a bridal shower!

The Bride and one of her 'Best Men'.


Some of the ladies.


Of course she received some 'special' items.


It wasn't a flat screen...


Flowers made by Nicola. It's nice to have talented friends.


More 'unmentionables'.




Meeting baby Kieran.


Tea Towels far too precious to use.










Kristin and Laurie.






Gift bags filled with vintage tea cups.


I was there, I promise...


Quite the spread hey? Wait until you see the wedding photos.

As I gradually get used to my new routine, I'm hoping I'll have some more time for blogging. For those who are getting frustrated when checking the site regularly, only to discover that I haven't posted, you may add your email in the space on the right hand side, and you will receive email updates when I submit a post. This all being said, in an attempt to 'take my life back' I'm hoping I will get back to regular entries very soon.


Monday, 16 September 2013

Home is Where the Heart is.



It's a strange feeling sitting down to write a long overdue conclusion to my London adventures. While my year is certainly over, rest assured this won't be the end of the blog.

Life has certainly been a little crazy since my plane landed in Vancouver two weeks ago last night. I had a day to unpack myself into my new (temporary) apartment, and was right back at work the following day. If I've struggled with anything (besides lack of sleep) in the last two weeks, it has been fighting the overwhelming sensation that my last year in the UK was a simply a figment of my imagination. It is strange to settle back into my old routine so quickly, it truly seems as though I never left. Although it's wonderful to fit back in so quickly, this is one of the feelings I was afraid of.

I'm absolutely loving being back at work (yes, an extremely pleasant surprise). I think I had forgotten how much I enjoy my job, my colleagues, and my students. Although starting the school year off, flying by the seat of my pants, has been quite the test, it has been softened by the wonderful conversations and quick catch-ups with friends, and colleagues who I haven't seen. I've had a stream of students popping into my classroom just to say hi and welcome me back (some of whom I no longer recognized as they've grown so much in a year). Work has changed a little as I'm teaching a few blocks of phys-ed along with visual art. The school is also well into it's big renovation, so we're all having to be a little more flexible than usual (what doesn't kill us makes us stronger right?). My neighbourhood is also new, which has also helped to keep me on my toes. It's been fun exploring what's around me, finding the bank, the grocery store, the nearest pool, and all of life's needs.

I've had countless wonderful dinner with my family (a luxury I had also missed), been able to attend my best friend's bridal shower, had evenings at the ballpark with my brothers, and girl's nights out with childhood friends. These are definitely some of the wonderful aspects of being home. I've had ocean side swims at Kits Pool, runs through old growth forests, and drives to work along the ocean, staring up at the North Shore mountains. The city is definitely beautiful, and the quality of life (and air!) parallel to none.

Yes, I still miss London. I miss London daily, if I'm being truthful, probably hourly. Everything I do, see, hear, reminds me of bits and pieces of my year there. I am conscious that I sound like someone in a new relationship, who mentions their other half in every other sentence. Everything that comes out of my mouth seems to link back to last year's memories, and the city I left behind.

I think about my routine. I miss the pave stone on my street that wasn't properly set, and would wiggle each time I intentionally stepped on it. I think about the different brands of food I used to buy in the Waitrose. I miss good generic builder's tea. I find myself converting prices back to £'s to figure out whether or not something is over priced. I get sad when the students play Mumford & Sons in the classroom as it makes me think of London. I miss the Canadian crew I grew to love, and find myself looking forward to Christmas when some may be home to visit their families.

I know I'll get back to London at some point, I just wish I knew when. I'm grateful that I enjoyed my year as much as I did, but I can definitely say I wasn't ready to come home. I know, just like any relationship, I needed to come home to put my year in perspective. I'm now left to wonder if this feeling I have in my chest is also like a relationship. Does it need time and a half to heal? Will I eventually shake London out of my system, or is this a feeling I should be listening to?

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Notting Hill Carnival.



Yes, there has been some blogger neglect occurring as of the last week. All for very good reason, let me assure you. Things have been HECTIC. I spent the last week back and forth to New Cross, preparing for the show, while at the same time researching, and working on my last paper. We cleaned an entire Church (in preparation) and spent the better part of 3 days installing our work, checking on it, obsessing over it...you get the picture.

I've also found myself wanting to catch up on the blog and then holding myself back, as I'm feeling like every last second of my last week in London needs to be spent out and about in the city, and spending time with friends.

This all being said, I'm hoping to get a few more posts in this week, as I've been up to a lot, and want to share. I know all too well, that if I get too far behind, you'll never get to see how this last week and a bit has been spent.

Let's start with yesterday's bank holiday.

I got up bright and early to head into school (during a transit strike, go figure) for my final viva. I don't want to jinx things, but it was definitely the best one to date. I'm not sure why, and if I know my University, I know that this last experience means nothing as far as my marks are concerned, but I was really pleased to finish my MA (and this year of being out of my comfort zone) on such a high.

From school, I headed to the Notting Hill Carnival. Getting there in itself was a carnival. The tubes were absolutely packed, it was comical. I can't believe the city of London allows so many people to congregate in one neighbourhood, let alone Notting Hill. It was INSANE.

Definitely a different view of this usually cute spot. You'll notice many of the shops board up their windows in preparation for the two day event which tends to get messy when the sun goes down.



Yes, the bookstore from the film...


On our way, before the craziness.



Rum Punch, oh how I love thee.. (those who were with me in Barbados, no that this is the nectar of the gods).

















The food was delicious. Jerk Chicken, grilled corn, meat patties, dumplings, plantain, curry, SCRUMPTIOUS! You name it, I ate it.








Jello shots..


As it appears, it was one giant street party. DJs on every other street corner, and people out and about, ready to have a good time.










I saw far less costumes than I expected, but we did completely miss out on the parade as there were so many people, and we attempted to avoid the chaos.



Everyone was getting into the excitement...





The garbage left EVERYWHERE, was definitely one of the down sides of the event. I can't recall seeing a garbage bin anywhere so perhaps that is why.


Not all of Carnival was peaches and cream..

After finding myself on a street so packed with people that my own feet couldn't keep myself upright amid the pushing and shoving, I decided to call it a day. I no longer felt safe, and knew at any moment a crowd that size could turn. Ignoring my voice of reason, I left the group alone and headed for home. 
The second I got out of the crowds, I was fine, and actually enjoying the atmosphere again. I strolled up Portobello road, put myself on a bus.

Even boarded up windows, mass crowds, and garbage, can't take the charm out of Notting Hill.



Photo Credit: A big thanks to KATE for MOST of these pictures. I only managed to grab about 15 from my iphone, as the little  'party cam' died.