Today my visit has two purposes. Firstly, to ensure I have effective internal and external images of the Chapel for my presentation to the Blue Monkey Network artist’s group. Then, following a meeting with Judith, who will be leading the Q & A at the Blue Monkey, I am revisiting the building through the lens of site specific work.
For this exercise I am trying to set aside my practical nature. Can’t is not an option.
During my MA I was exposed to some extraordinary artists, who were able to produce work beyond my wildest imagination. Now is the time to step into their shoes.
I ease myself in gently with thoughts of a torn watercolour descending from the leaking ceiling over Jesus’s damaged leg.
The photo shows the south West corner of the Chapel, where the damaged leg is just visible together with the damaged ceiling.
The symmetry and majesty of the arches is ever present.
I muse over the idea of a knitted sculpture of Jesus, a tangible female thread running through the work. The presence and essence of Cornelia. I am used to knitting from a pattern. I can’t imagine there are many knit your own Jesus patterns around, but, as MPs are fond of saying, all options should remain on the table.
There are a number of tapestries hanging from the columns. A possibility. Again a feminine depiction.
I spot a chain hanging from the ceiling crying out for something, anything.
I chose today to work in silence, to be completely in tune with the visual. Open to whatever catches my attention. There are repeated motifs everywhere.
Detail from one of the smaller alters.
I visualise them as paper cutouts desperate to dance in the stillness.
I find a beautiful pattern in the recess to the left of the main alter.
The ravages of time, gossamer in its delicacy.
I need time for connections to be made, ideas to bubble.