"A Wall Against Vagueness"

Day: 13
Days remaining: 2





The panels of cardboard which edge my world right now are fuzzy through the sleep-deprived faculties of my vision. But to say that I have been confined to my North London cardboard-crafting cell over the past few days would be misleading, for yesterday a magic companion whisked me off to the Eastern fringes of London, to the William Morris Gallery itself, in Walthamstow. There we passed silently and blissfully through the rooms of Morris's life, gazing at stained glass panels, woodcuts, illuminated manuscripts and heavy wall-hangings, all bursting with life...life encapsulated by Morris in the curling hand-drawn stem of a flower.
Morris created his own mythology, via pattern.
"...Each pattern suggests something beyond itself, something of which it is but a visual symbol."
Morris, in his creative quest, referred to "a wall against vagueness". In my possibly misled interpretation of this, I see that with his patterns he strove for total immersion into the world of the imagination and it was important for the 'edges' of his patterns not to bleed into vague half-hearted incompletion. His patterns were geometrically designed to fill an entire panel, and to be repeatable. His fantasy world was whole, covering all available surface, its aliveness filling the surface to its very edges, the point where his world met the outer, ordinary world.
And in a funny kind of way this project is an attempt to fight against that same "wall of vagueness". Music can transport people but it can not fill a physical space..it is fluid, transparent and anchor-less. I am trying to create a fantasy world with clear cut, clearly-defined edges, which gives music a container.




Tomorrow...the vital stage of lifting these floppy cardboard pieces off the ground...