Reflection
on the past week, 30th November 2016
Meeting the artist Mandy Payne
On Monday I had
the real pleasure of spending the afternoon with the Sheffield-based artist,
Mandy Payne. I came across Mandy’s work via Twitter and it really struck a
chord. For the past four years she has been investigating the brutalist Park
Hill flats complex in Sheffield, recording the abandoned urban spaces, the
gradual boarding up of the complex, and the gentrification of part of it (see
Mandy’s website). My interest in her work is
fuelled by the fact that I was an undergraduate student in Sheffield many years
ago and I remember the complex well, towering as it did (and presumably still
does) over Pond Street Bus Station.
Mandy was talked to me about her career, inspirations and working methods, which was really thought-provoking
and insightful. She has had a previous career, as an NHS dentist, and her art career
has taken off quite quickly. Whilst acknowledging that Mandy kept her creative
work going alongside her previous career, which I certainly didn’t, this does give me
encouragement that I can make something out of my artwork now if I persevere. A unique point of a lot of Mandy’s work is that
it is on concrete, and she had to do trials to
get repeatable results for the unusual substrate. This again was encouraging
as I realised that my own testing and trialling is a part of the normal process
of producing artwork and is not completely
through my lack of technique!
Mandy was
interested in seeing the brutalist architecture of the University of Leeds so
we went for a good wander around the campus. I often wander there on my own but
it was different to walk and talk with someone else. Just as I pointed out my
usual paths and interesting buildings and shapes, so Mandy pointed out things I’d
never considered, and in some cases never even seen, and other shapes that I’d
overlooked. I enjoyed the fresh set of eyes and I hope Mandy enjoyed my “guided
tour”. We talked about how stimulating it can be to walk with someone who knows
the area, but how we are all bounded by our own little rituals of whereabouts
we walk and what we look at. We also agreed that you can go out looking for
visual source material and find some really good inspiration, but quite often the most
fruitful source material finds you when
you’re not expecting it. Mandy had gone for a wander with someone in Sheffield
and he had directed the walk to Park Hill flats. She had never been before but
was immediately inspired. It’s the same with the Armley walk – it’s driven my
practice either directly or indirectly since I did it 10 months ago.
Although we both
use the urban as source material in different ways, it was great to spend time
with another artist with similar interests and the conversation never dried up!
Mandy has kindly invited me to go down to Sheffield in the New Year to have a
look at Park Hill flats and I will definitely be taking up the invitation.
The endless dissertation
The walk and talk
with Mandy was a really refreshing break from the endless writing. Today I had
an even more intense tutorial than last time. I have been having real trouble
regarding how to discuss my chosen artists within the dissertation. There are
three artists; Mandy, Rebecca Appleby and Stuart Whipps. I was considering
whether I needed to include Whipps as he doesn’t have such a strong place
attachment as the other two artists. Sharon has suggested that I should continue
to include him and use his practice as a “link” to the other two as they are
more relevant to me at the moment. I was also thinking of removing a summary of
the similarities and differences between the artists’ practices, but Sharon
again challenged me on this. I will try this and see how it works. I also had a
tutorial with the specialist writing tutor, Karen, last week and she has
suggested weaving the artists through the essay. It just seems like artist’s
block of a different kind!
Anyway I have made a breakthrough with the first
part of it. I had written small sections on each of heritage, identity and
place, and I was struggling to pull them all together. I woke up the other
morning (they are all rolling into one now!) and realised that the point of the
section was to argue how intermeshed they all are – so why was I separating
them out? I’ve now re-written it as one section, starting with Ann-Marie
Bathmaker’s “life histories”, rambling through identity, heritage and place,
and coming back to Bathmaker. It feels a lot more comfortable now and hangs
together quite well.
One of the
strangest things about that was that I fathomed out the exact way of rewriting
it during a lunchtime walk on Woodhouse Moor. I usually walk there for half an
hour most lunchtimes, but I haven’t been for ages, due to tutorials and meeting
friends and being buried in the library. Woodhouse features strongly in the
dissertation, as does walking, and it made me wonder why I hadn’t seen my
lunchtime walk there as a powerful analytical tool rather than a nice-to-have
while I am in this intense reading and writing phase. The same walk also
revealed to me a bit of a hole in another section – something that hadn’t even
got on my radar up to that point.
All of this
structuring and re-structuring means that I am now about a week behind where I
wanted to be, so I will have to use my contingency time of the coming weekend,
which is not ideal, but that’s what contingency is for.