After some of the stunned amazement had worn off and I could manage to unlock my hands from being claws gripping into my kitchen cupboards, my knees had stopped shaking with fright, and the streams of tears had slowed, practical solutions had to be thought about to what we were dealing with, how to cope, manage... organise.... research had to be done, information had to be found, comparisons had to be made to other similar bodies, an artist of comparable capacity to find a level. We had to devise ways and means of keeping everything together and to keep it all safe so that people would be able to experience the collection/exhibition.
Every note that was written, scribbled or collected was kept togetherto be placed in archival form for later on when art historians and students became aware of our existence. The opportunity of being able to study the evolution of how this body was developed and formed into what it is when it is finaslly allowed to be placed in the public arena and the people/humanity finally get to see it.
In the area where it was created, and where I live, there are a fair amount of house robberies and thefts, being aware of this fact, bneing aware of the area, what happens in your own community, that there are people who are expressing their emotional pain and striking out at the world, but, I never wanted this collection to become a part of anyone's anger or rage, to be a target, to be a focal point for any act of destruction.
I am one of the poor, and have no way to defend myself or this exhibition, limited by a lack of funds ( which is a common circumstance to many)
unable to buy a security alarm system, which would also signal there was something to hide and of value.......
another form of protection had to be devised.
Almost everyone has a natural aversion to any person they percieve to be angry, expressive of dissatisfaction, emotional tantrums......anything that gives the idea that intruding when there are domestic disputes in progress is stepping over the bounds of civility.......people avoid,people after all have been taught to be timid,
that any intrusion may be subject to violence.
So in my house the fine art of acting and roleplaying was employed.
Giving a false impression rather than reality.....
of having everyone think of our house as the neighbours from hell,
coming from a family of storytellers and actors, it was relatively easy to accomplish,
yes..... we had a few hiccups overcoming our own embarrassment of having people think of us in this way,
but, we always kept in mind the bigger picture. A carefully contrived impression that was effectively employed and successful. Days spent researching and information gathering, seeing to family needs, creating, and then every now and again throw in a squabble, try not to smile or put a light tone to your voice, and not to take yourself too seriously after all.....it's acting.
I continued my creating leaning against the door of the living room/lounge or on the floor, if the piece was small enough to be held then I would sit on the couch and complete it there. between paint drying there was housework to be done.
And the amount of creations has grown, continually always grown as I always do more and more.