By all accounts the conference itself was very interesting – something to keep in mind next time it’s on (seems to be every 3 years or so). I attended two workshops.
I don’t have many process photographs – we had permission to photograph the workshop but I was too busy learning and making (and making friends with a Canberra-based fibre artist who is a work friend’s daughter’s best friend – small world!!) (and how on earth did we get to work that out??).
In the workshop we learned to make little coil baskets, similar to the ones I learned with Michele, but using raffia and strips of fabric, and with a blanket stitch.
By the end of the workshop we each had small brightly coloured discs.
Aside from the weaving – or rather, intertwined with the weaving, the workshop was about story-telling and identity. Given the fact that we were 20 or so strangers and we only had a few hours, it was surprising how much story-telling actually went on, and how much we understood the connections between self and place and making. I’ll return to these ideas in future, as I think they will be core to my practice.
There’s a great ending to the little basket. A few weeks later back in Sydney, my wonderful friend Jillian was organising a fundraiser to help to cover her expenses as she project manages the building of a school in Malawi for the Fotcha charity. Jillian asked for art works to be donated for a blind auction – this ended up in a mad bit of late-night basket making.
Thanks to a very generous person, the little basket raised $65 for the charity.
The afternoon workshop was South Coast weaving. This was agin something different, as it involved working with cane and lomandra grass.
This workshop was led by artists from the Boolarng Nangamai Aboriginal Art and Culture Studio in Gerringong, and I worked primarily with Steven Russell.
Again too busy making to take process shots – plus, I had my hands full! Very proud of my little fish basket…