It’s been a bit of a quiet one this week – some time was spent on continuing work on the long work benches I was making, but the biggest consumers of time have been a complete screwup by my hosting provider, and consulting on a sculpture gig that could lead to producing a big new work.
This week was based around future project admin. I went down to Brisbane to chat with a designer on a play about producing a sculpture that will be a feature part of the set. Then once back up the coast, off to an information session about a self-contained event going on within the Horizon festival, and then also laying the groundwork for a potential VR arts project.
I still haven’t finished my benches, however.
What a week…
I started on Tuesday by heading over to the local library, to check out their VR setup. After going through a makerspace induction, and playing a bit in the Steam Labs app to get a feel for the system, I did a bit of sketching in Tilt Brush of the tree sculpture for this play.
Wednesday and Thursday, the VR lab was booked, so I took the opportunity to get more work done on my tables, finally completing them on Friday.
Saturday, I was awoken by a call I’d been expecting for a few days. My brother’s name on the caller ID was all I needed to see to know the content of the call – my father had passed away, after a fight with lung cancer. I’ll post more about that later.
I spent the rest of the day pottering around the house, filling holes in the tables, not doing much.
Sunday was the first day I took advantage of the after-hours access I had at the library, and spent the whole afternoon immersed in VR. I managed to get some serious work done, completely redrawing the tree for Rent. It was a satisfying affirmation of VR as a serious workspace, where a very different sort of mindset and physicality is a part of the creative process – it’s very body-thinky.
VR, VR and more VR. That’s been this week.
We launched the Cooroy Library Makerspace on Friday, with local and state government representatives. We put a dozen people through the VR system, showing them around. Kids pick it up instantly – it’s amazing.
I’m now convinced, that if Apple do not produce machines that are price and performance-competitive with windows machines, and have the ability to have their graphics cards upgraded independent of the rest of the system, they have no future in this world. Previously, they could dismiss “Gaming PCs” because Macs weren’t for games, buy VR is where work is going to be done, and right now the Mac is a secondrate platform for that.
Bit of an admin week. Doing some sorting of issues with my father’s estate, also, sorting out my storage tank to get equipment ready to begin work on this new sculpture.
I submitted a couple of entry forms for projects, one an art competition entry, another for an event a little south of home. Hopefully the concept for that one will get up, because I’m really keen on it.
Friday, I headed down to Brisbane, to begin work on the new play sculpture.
Well, a busy week, full steam ahead on the play sculpture. Monday was spent putting the finishing touches on the base:
After driving back home on Tuesday, I had an idea about how I could get some work done on the truss that’ll support the entire structure. I was able to rent a storage shed, opposite the one that’s holding all my stuff from Sydney. It works out at about $10 a day, and has given me a week or so to get the truss into a turnkey-ready state, so that when I take it apart and head down to Brisbane on Wednesday, everything will be ready to roll.
Once the final parts of the construction are finished, I’ve got sticky labels to attach to everything, so that it should all just be easy to reassemble. Fingers crossed.
It’s been a nightmare week, an absolute nightmare, but the top part of this play sculpture is done. The entire project has played out in a very predictable way – everything I needed to do, happened exactly the way I said it would, and in the timeframe I said it would. Everything I needed other people to do, had problems, because despite being the expert, no one seems to listen to the artist.
This is made doubly stressful, given that I’m the only individual whose contribution can kill a person on stage (or in production).
I’ll have a project reflection post eventually, but for now, all that remains is to disassemble the sculpture tonight, and pack it up ready for bump in to the theatre tomorrow morning.
Another Sunday rolls around, time for another blog entry. It’s been a week of recovery. The bumpin at QPAC went smoothly, thanks to their brilliant and professional rigging staff. It was a long day, and sadly the sculpture suffered some twisting and shoving to preserve eyelines, which compromised its appearance from what it could have been.
Personally, I don’t think that “eyelines at all costs” is necessarily the right thing to do. If a character is momentarily obscured by a piece of the set, is anyone really going to complain or demand their money back? Maybe that’s the sort of people who are into theatre…
It’s been a learning experience – I don’t think I’d do it again, unless I have a much more locked-down idea of what the constraints of the project are. So many things, on which I had based my design decisions, were changed out from under me, that the project was always going to struggle. That wouldn’t have been so bad, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind about it, if the production had understood my requirement of a licenced rigger to hang the work during construction, so I could work on it safely, and provided a credit in the programme that reflected my creative contribution.
I attended the premiere of the show, sadly no mention from the producer, no thanks expressed for my work. If I was to review the show – what stands out is that the sound mix is off, the band is about 25-50% too loud, so that when the guitars and drums are going, you can only grip onto and understand about a quarter of the lyrics. When the band is quiet, and it’s just the vocals, the performers’ voices are fantastic.
So, that’s this week. It’s one of those times I miss my father. We had a difficult relationship at times, he had views I simply couldn’t square with being on the right side of history. Perhaps that’s why his advice was at times a comfort, because he wasn’t like me.
It would have been nice to chat.
Short post. The week was spent on trying to organise access for a photography session of my latest bonsai sculpture.
I got the pics eventually, but haven’t had the chance to really look at them yet. Drive down to Brisbane and back on Friday, then Saturday spent demonstrating VR at the Cooroy Library Makerspace for the Fusion Festival.
Sunday, I’m at what was formerly my father’s house, having flown from the Sunshine Coast to Melbourne, then driven 4+ hours to the Gippsland Lakes. Tomorrow, I start on a giant clean and sort.
A week of horror, sorrow, regret & relief, with one small moment of joy. Most of the week was spent in what was my father’s house, cleaning. It was an insane job, there was so much stuff. Years out of date unopened cans and jars of food, an entire 2 council garbage bins full of it.
A week in the cold of Victoria cleaning my dead father’s house – it was like being in a Russian novel. I’ve never loved the subtropics more, than I did coming home yesterday.
Relief, that I have finally bumped out the sculpture from QPAC, and the most disheartening and traumatic project I’ve done, is finally over. I kept the silver pipe, but all those flower decorations, that the designer made such a goddamn fuss over for not getting sufficient credit, after we had to remove them from the pipe, got turfed into a dumpster. I’d suggested to the producer that they might make nice keepsakes for the cast & crew, but nope, they’re just rubbish. Sad, really.
I’d contacted one of the local papers directly, to tell them about the QPAC project, and the fact the local library’s Makerspace was the enabler of the project. I didn’t know when it was going to publish, but in the middle of my awful week, I received an ecstatic email from the library, thanking me for the piece.
It again reinforces the feeling I have, that being present, going to events, and being seen to be a person at these things is really going to be important, and is now starting to pay off. The mayor knows my name. I’ve never experienced that before.