Friday was our presentation!
I put a load of comments from the people I’ve met in park into a box, then asking the people attending to choose one and then attach it to the tree of comments…
Alison from the council came, as did Rosemary from the friends of Stubbylee – it was great to have the support as I performed a poem and a monologue about a grumpy squirrel. It was lovely to see and hear what the other artists had been up to – some BRILLIANT stuff. Really original and all so different. A long but lovely afternoon.
On Thursday I managed to catch up with Alison on the council communities team. She was really enthusiastic about the project and we had a good talk about Stubbylee hall and the possibilities for the future if the council move out. I had a quick snoop inside…
Then the lovely Keith at the Greenhouses recorded a monologue I had written: ‘The Bacup Stewart Grainger’ about an older man talking about being in the park with his late wife. I haven’t edited it yet – but he choked up a couple of times when he was doing it, “Sorry Joyce. It just struck a chord”.
A mixed day in the park, the last day, really only talked to three people, two use the park for their horses, one to remind me of his polical allegiances.
It a wee bit cold and damp, but still the lake is tranquil, and it is good to be out in the landscape.
Well here it is the long awaited dog portrait postcards swing by on the touring exhibition on Saturday and pick one of these fine limited edition prints up!
Last Saturday I took myself and the portrait machine to Clitheroe Market
The portrait machine came into contact with some high winds but after a bit of repair work (never underestimate parcel tape) we were back in business
It was great to chat to people and draw their faces while asking many questions about the area and Brungerley park
Here’s a sneak peek from inside the machine!
I loved the market so much that Im back this saturday with the touring exhibition!
Spent the morning at Olive House which is a residential home right next door to the park. Janet Eaton, who I’ve met on my perambulations round the park, works there and kindly introduced me to everyone. I talked in particular to Peter who was telling me Butch Cassidy’s father came from Oswaldtwistle (is this true?!), and Liz who told me all about picking wild Winberries with her Mum on the hill above Stubbylee. Lyla, (who’s in her 90s), was at first struggling to remember the park, but then a few clicks seemed to happen, and she started to talk about playing tennis and being on the swings “Eee, now that’s taking me back!” she kept saying. The sad thing was she kept asking me if I ‘remembered the park’ – as if it was something that was long lost… when actually it was only a hundred yards from where she was sitting. The staff used to take all the residents over to the park regularly, but then a new extension was added, which closed off the path. Now the journey’s a bit of an obstacle course for the less mobile residents, and for those in wheelchairs. But apparently there are plans for a new path. I hope so. It seems that as there’s such a beautiful natural resource (and source of memories) on the doorstep, it’s a shame that it’s not being used by the residents all the time.
Then this afternoon I went off to visit Orly in Marsden park, we worked with some students to signpost the park in unusual ways…
And a very talented lass made some temporary graffitti – a bird flying away from a tree -created out of birdseed in a flowerbed.
All of these were Orly’s ideas in practice – I was performing the part of her glamorous assistant. Tomorrow we plan to take the signpost to Stubbylee and see what my dog-walkers make of it all…
Met a great man. Tells me that trains ran through the park, that their was a high wire that ran from the clay quarry through queens park to the brickworks!
There was an outdoor school for sick childrenvno the site of the model railway and a pond full of gold fish and carp.
Now though, he says, its much cleaner.
I went on a mill hunt today with pauline , alison & morgan- we traced the origins of the photo that alison brought for me. We talked for ages about the old mill owners house- it has such a dominant place in everyones memories,
memories of peeping over the garden wall,seeing chandeliers and an umbrella stand, steps leading to the ice house, the delapidated mill buildings where they would have a bonfire on Bonfire Night, swimming in the lodge sitting on a huge tractor inner tube, swinging on a massive swing
casting dogs after that
Spent the morning making a test trail for Brungerley park. It took longer than planned so i am now going tomorrow to test it (hopefully the weather will be better and ill be able to shoot a couple of pics.
I have been having meetings with artists from different parks and had a great day today with two really big break thoughts on what of the vast amount of work, ideas and archive material they have i am going to use and also how.
After meeting Lindsay in her caravan in queens park we decided to make a trail of her Cyanotypes between Netherwood road and upto the Rowley Lake. The use the Postcards as easers in Bank HIil, Thompson PArk and Queens Park areas of Brun Valley Forrest Park.
Then making chocolate and bananer pancakes and eating some beautiful Pete stew. I had a good conversation with Orly about what of her work might work best ont he App. We have some ideas, but then the material may have been misplaced. Maybe once you hav the App (dear blog reader) you can help me find it. HE HE You will get the joke when you visit the park.
In both instances of deciding what you use the simple has definitely been best way to approach such a complex task.