Almost a week has passed, since the exhibits came down, the walls were repainted and the lights turned off on our final degree show. It was a great experience, although I am glad it is all over. I promised you all some potted highlights, in case you didn’t make the show!
Do you know who you are?
If you turn and look back
Do you see the places you passed on your way here?
Each dwelling, carving it’s nature onto your identity,
However fleeting the pause.
Shadows, built from real and imagined places,
Embedding themselves into your self.
You may not even have noticed it happening
Until you were already gone.
The absolute identity does not exist;
The self is nothing but a haunting of memories, experiences and fiction.
Each pause is an unravelling,
A fragment of identity found or remembered;
A choice, a path, a longing.
You should not have come here looking for yourself.
You will find nothing.
In total there was 221 metres of map string made from 32 individual maps, carefully chosen to represent specific places significant to my own identity. The book of poetry sits alongside offering a glimpse as to the nature of the memories belonging to each place, each thread.
And lots and lots of visitors!
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Thanks again to everyone who helped make the show possible, particularly those who generously offered their help in sourcing or offering vintage maps. You all got a mention in my book 🙂
So that’s it. All over – the show is down and the studio is being packed up and emptied. After today I won’t be back on site as a student in Camberwell again.
I realise I have been so wrapped up in the chaos that has been the show, that I haven’t blogged on how it has gone. This post will be coming soon! For now though, that strange mixture of relief, happiness and the slight melancholy of leaving is all I can think about. Yesterday was the last day of the show and as the final visitors walked around our whole class gathered in the 32C sunshine behind our studio for an improptu bbq. A jug of pimms, fresh watermelons and a host of terminally undercooked sausages made for a light hearted, friendly farewell to the year.
The mood today is different. Reality sets in as the grade results letters and feedback are passed around. Sadly not everyone is so cheerful as last night. The show is all being packed away and many people are wondering what’s next – knowing the world of real work awaits, and the likelihood is most of us might not ever see each other again.
I’m sat in the shade waiting for one last chat with Maiko, before I disappear into the world outside of college again. It has been a long but fulfilling road of personal development to get here. For someone who had not even a GSCE in Art (I used to consistently get 2/10 for homework), I am pleased to have made it and – even if it wasn’t the qualification I was after – its nice to officially have an MA to add to my collection of degrees. [Just for the record, this is it; I am not doing another one].
There will be time for ideation and business planning later, for now I think it is time for a wee rest.