A picture paints – a picture. Photoshop gives a nice image. Only paint, dust, noise, chaos, money, and even blood sweat and tears, create a walk-through 3d-real, real-time, livable Place that looks something like the image. Along the way we can get tired, forget to step back and let the place in progress carry us, delight us. But the work goes on. Too late to turn back, luckily! Here is a picture tour through the ongoing renovation of the 99 year old lady for a new life as a gallery and workshops, opening soon, asap, before the money runs out (well, not to long after that point!). There are 3 studio spaces for renting to keen co-creators, maybe 4. The gallery now has about 12 spotlights. I did one or two driftwood works in between efforts, and of course more grandson times! Oh and the strange holes in the particle board panels: they are free on side of road. I have a round router pattern and rout disks to glue into the holes. A great ongoing resource!
ps: yes I know that ladder looks dodgy. It is ok, but it’s a bit scary 5 metres up it! I’ll take care. Stairway to heaven – not yet!
Some photos taken in the middle of life/work/play/agony and ecstasy in the big shed as I renovate and make the walls for the exhibition space. Visitors, well-wishers and helpers of all stripes invited! (And thanks to those who have already helped to make it even vaguely viable!) Also inquiries for studio spaces small or medium-sized for craftspeople or artists who love the vision of an Arts & Crafts revival.
The vise pictured is on an old bench with three vises I bought from a nice retired builder who said it’s from Cornwall he thinks, where his (and my) ancestors sailed from in 1860. I LOVE the quality and heavy blacksmith’s grace of this tool – it feels like a symbol of what we yearn for here. The old wooden floors also – nearly 100 year old rimu. To think that the building permit was applied for in 1917, while WWI was still raging! So there is ALWAYS hope for freedom, and peace to tend to good things and make good things. This is what our grandfathers fought and died for… I want to cherish it, and be worthy of them, as we continue the ancient struggle to manifest the Good and defeat the Bad…
From the pecha kucha talk came this article, in the Gisborne Herald weekender supplement, 11/6/16. My phone has (not) been ringing red hot, but… the wizard’s word is out there! Glad we have got the place, so those who seek shall find… something! Yay! Some floor scrubbing, tidying and unpacking has begun. Electrickery to be switched on through the new fuseboard and cabling tomorrow, we hope! Then there’ll be no stopping us…
Thanks to Natasha who bravely interviewed me and managed to make something coherent of it (and who let me see it and tweak before publication). And the photographer – a nice young man who came, smiled, arranged doglets and wizards, and left. Of course, there were one or two minor factual corrections; mainly that of course the pictured playhut is not a true hobbit haven, as it isn’t curved and is very little… Here’s a concept picture of a hobbit haven just to set the record straight. I need to build one ASAP!:
Well it happened yesterday, Tuesday 07 06 16. The owner signed and we paid a month and got the key. Owner is a good guy, an electrician who is now fixing the old wiring as promised! Raewyn and I both have colds, so I said ‘Thag you very buch’ and left him to it. I copied one green one for me and a red for Raewyn. Lots to do now, on all levels! Cleaning, sourcing stuff, painting walls, signage, scrubbing floors, putting up display partitions, moving and setting up workshop and painting gear, planning, budgeting, celebrating, networking, enthusing, selling… thinking, meditating, praying! 🙂 A feeling of expansion and limitless possibilities – not something you get as often at 61 as at say 16! Not without overcoming a fair bit of fear and inertia… I wouldn’t go back, though, for the world!
VISION STATEMENT 06 06 16
Dreamspace Gallery and Workshops,
61 Carnarvon St., Gisborne, New Zealand.
firstname.lastname@example.org Ph 022 332 6568
- To dream, reason, articulate, and actually live, a vision of the ideal human as an individual and in society, evolving through the process phases of Love (openness to new input), Beauty (new ideas), Truth (logical evaluation of new ideas), and Freedom (action based on logical plans).
- To do so with pride in the ideals of our Western culture as developed over the centuries to honour individual freedom and dignity, enterprise, nobility, beauty, justice, rationality and truth, and love. Millions of our ancestors died for these values…
- To imagine, invent and lovingly make such items of beauty that reflect those ideals, particularly in the European Renaissance tradition, in the Arts and Crafts movement, and in the traditions imagined and enshrined in Tolkien’s Four Kindreds of Middle Earth.
- These items to include ‘Hobbit havens’ – ‘tiny houses’ or curvaceous cabins in ferrocement lined with natural wood and plaster; and items and artefacts to go with said cabins, or with natural homes where beauty and natural materials are still held in honour.
- Also, of course, to include ‘fine art’ – paintings and sculptures which reflect these ideals and the positive, noble, ‘romantic’ view of life.
- To live in harmony with nature, sustainably and healthily, avoiding toxic processes and products.
- To do what we can to restore hope and faith in the high ideals of our civilisation and to counter the arguments of nihilism, cynicism, relativism and despair.
- To communicate, inspire and teach these ideas, techniques and knowledge to all who seek them.
- To offer the best things with the best quality at the best price we can, and rely on willing buyers of our goods and services to make ourselves and those we train solvent and profitable without subsidies from any authorities which force people to pay them taxes then distribute said taxes to gain votes. I.e., to sink or swim in a free market. (However, gifts of love, given willingly by those who can afford them, to support the cause will not be despised!)
- To hold open a great space for the display of all the above, for the founder’s work and for others’ which is compatible with this vision
- To encourage the use of this space for informal and formal discussions, meetings and cultural events which reflect the values herein described.
The ‘Zen of Knowing What to Do’…. Back from North last night, recovered from a flu, still negotiating to be able to rent 61 Carnarvon (and survive financially!). The heart is sure enough, the bank manager/cash conscience on my shoulder whispers ‘No!’ (as did brother John). No clear winner as yet. But meanwhile two coats, my favourite pictured here, arrived in the post today, as the winter begins to bite. Thank you sister Penny! A great early birthday present – especially if I move into Carnarvon this winter… Is it a sign? 🙂
It seems the great deeds events and gestures of the heart and spirit fly in the face of circumstances, in the end – if they are true and come from a deep place. Still, we have to fight though a lot of superficial stuff to do them… Nietzsche in Daybreak said of inspired states and not-so-inspired:
‘So long as genius dwells within us we are full of audacity yea almost mad and heedless of health life and honour; we fly through the day as free and swift as an eagle and in the darkness we feel as confident as an owl. Yet let genius once leave us and we are instantly overcome by a feeling of the most profound despondency: we can no longer understand ourselves; we suffer from everything that we experience and do not experience; we feel as if we were in the midst of shelterless rocks with the tempest raging round us and we are at the same time like pitiful childish souls afraid of a rustle or a shadow. Three quarters of all the evil committed in the world is due to timidity; and this is above all a physiological process’. (thanks to www.lexido.com for the free texts of Nietzsche).
Size DOES matter – no space, no expansion of mind and matter. See how crowded the bedroom is now (even apart from the usual feline and canine breakfast beggars)! So i must do this for myself first, and no doubt there will be other cramped, huddled artists and craftspeople longing for a safe space to come out – dangerously, gloriously, and growingly!