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note that came to my mind.

Uglyness.

Ugliness can bring criousity.
the rope meets  to latex.

Surroundings can inspires you and effect your making.
This piece was not nessesary fun. more of challenig for me to be honest at first.

I was not sure where i am going,where I wanted to go.

I Couldnt see my piece till the end the latex dry. It was experiment.
I didnt want use glue or sawing method that came to my mind first,
I thought That was so Boring. I dont Know why.

Latex. I never thought of using this.
Smells terrible and ugly.
But I did.

Turned out curiousity and interasting looking
SO ugly SO beautiful in a way,
What Beauty? that something I have been thinking and still havent find the answer in a word yet..

making a shape while latex is wet  is new method to create a form., Almost like softwax which I had been using for a while.

I love the tactile feeling when i am making by hand.
The piece is not me, bus very me.
so rough.

P.S I like peeling dried latex from my hand:)

Do you like varalie there? :)

first latexing

rained

Title, Rained.

material, Rope ( all the rope I have recieved) and latex.

Saori – Ending moment

hi…

Exchange project has finished at 3:00 today; my piece was drying up till the ends
I have titled my work today talking with rui, nat and Silvia.. “ How shall I title….
rui says today’s date? like 25th june 2010?

Or OH!  “ My house got moldy because of the rain”?

(This is my issue dumped house/ the owner… at the moment)
And I titled that, which I made such a decision without addressing my work/ concepts not at all… now I am at home I feel oh …. I need to readdress the title FOR SURE AGAIN..
Is it too late? Karin??? Joyce??

As usual I worked from the material, with hand, arranging and rearranging,
And visually I made decision and coated with latex. As very experimental.

I wanted create a wet visual form, (taken from the text of poem “rain”) so I covered few part and then was very in between, Laura told me “ that’s looks like somebody sneezed!) Yes latex on white dries yellowish color, so I covered all the knot in latex

I thought of making the catch in metal but was not suited with the piece so I mad the catch with rope and latex.

I loved the rain before moving in to my new place…the smell of rain the freshness after the rain, which is just like the text I have got, such a beautiful poem but my work will not speak that, more of rain-dump moldy…  is this affected by my surrounding at the moment? As well as luck of investing my time into the piece?

I need to address this more….

knot untie and knot

I got this ropes, and such a beautiful poem, pefect for now. Its been rained 3 weeks, finally sunshine came back! but rainy cold day, it perfect for making day at home.
Non-metal, its can be my new obsession….

As usual I work very intuitively I play the form, arrange and make knot and untie and become complicated knot. untie. Knot sure how but I know when its looks good and not sure.. then arrange again, go back and do again.
I think like a poem, Its how I enjoy making through matrial in five sence..

“Rain

I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain

If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut

And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind

the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground

the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops

But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you

you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain

Hone Tuwhare 1922-2008”

material material i recieved!

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new material!

from sophie

rope. to me rope is a toy, skipping rope, or  gymnastic rope..
mmm..

this is very exciting to work with something new material i never used!

Starting point Text: Saori from

im sorry for the very  delay, this was in my junk email box!

this is the poem.

how beautiful.

“rain” its been raining sydney almost a week, would be nice to see the sun too!
Rain

I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain

If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut

And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind

the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground

the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops

But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you

you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain

Hone Tuwhare 1922-2008