For the most part this week has been lovely and sunny. Not that I’ve seen much of it, I’ve had a stinking cold for 10 days by this point and some very painful, delibitating headaches. The only rainy day? My day in London. Boo.
Picked up my speaker card and pack in a fabulously geometric tent. So you know what that means don’t you.
And now to the low part. I could do so much more with the talk, and with the events I do. I need a coder! There’s an app which could be made which would take all of the artwork created and I’d love to see it happen!? It’s so fully formed in my mind it hurts that it just sticks there. Shoreditch was, in part, about encouraging people to take their dreams and projects and turn them into reality, and it was a message I need so much educating in… it’s just ironic that I was teaching at the time, passing on my speciality. I’m utterly convinced I could get the world to draw on touch screen to create the largest interactive piece of work ever made. In ways I have already (I’ve probably demoed tablet art + tech to a good million people over the past two years) and yet I’m good at what I’m good at. I wish I could have been at Shoreditch as a punter… learning and taking in as much knowledge as I could in the areas I don’t manage or communicate so well.
And then to, possibly. The highlight of the day for me: the exhibition in the cellars.
But the venue. Oh. My. Goodness. Tranquil, dim, so full of texture it hurt. It was a haphazard collection of peeling paint, paperwork, stone, broken or exposed brick and abandoned metal works. The cellar was the star of the show for me, one of the most wonderful places I’ve walked through.
Here’s to next year. Hope they’ll have me back….