ceramic art – Page 27 – Bridget Macklin

I spent Tuesday evening with a fabulous group of people at the Royal Opera Arcade Gallery in Pall Mall. It was the private view of a sculpture and ceramics exhibition in which I had been invited to have seven pieces. The gallery was full – of wonderful art and super people. I arrived thinking that this was it – I had arrived! In actual fact there is something horribly daunting about putting one’s work into a gallery such as this. I suppose part of the problem is that while making a piece you get to know it intimately. I spend hours and hours on each of my pieces and when they are finished I know they are not perfect. I am fully aware of each of their little foibles. I can convince myself, in the privacy of my own studio, that they will do but then I have the stupid idea that it would be good to send them off to a public space and expect everyone to think they are amazing. When did I get so smug?

The thing is, as soon as I walked into the gallery, the feeling of smugness evaporated faster than frost on a warm winter morning. There they were, crouching among some truly fantastic works. Was anyone even looking at mine? Did anyone think they were any good? Was anyone actually thinking about them at all!

As the evening wore on, my nerves settled down a bit and I could see that people were taking notice of my work and that some did appear to be appreciative rather than just curious. Later my darling daughter tried out her amateur psychology on me. Do I trust her? Yes. Does she like my work? She says so! Therefore if I have no confidence in my work I am questioning her judgement. Well . . . . . . . . I know she loves me and wants me to be happy so she is hardly likely to tell me there and then in the middle of a private view that my work is by no means the best there, is she?

The fact of the matter is that I think anyone who runs the risk of exposing themselves by putting work into the public arena is going to worry about it. These are my babies; nurtured and brought to life by me. I desperately need them to be admired and yet, until the reach the plinth I have only my judgement to go on and of course I am biased. I am told these fears are called brain weasels. Yesterday, they were eating me from the inside out!

I have become a travelling salesperson! I am currently exhibiting at the Great Northern Contemporary Crafts Fair. I have been invited to the old Granada TV studio in Manchester for the weekend as what is described as an emerging maker – I feel a bit like a moth struggling from my chrysalis! I am surrounded by the pick of the makers who graduated in the summer and who were with me at New Designers at the Business Design Centre in Islington during June; illustrious company; the award winners; the successful Hothouse graduates; the Fresh exhibitors from the British Ceramics Biennial. I am feeling very humble and rather excited.

Among new friends are the people who’s work is in closest proximity to mine: Nicola Lillie‘s jewellery is stunning and very contemporary. She was highlighted as one to watch at New Designers and is one of the award winners here in Manchester. She will go far!

Hannah Tounsend is another close neighbour; I remember her striking ceramics from New Designers and I saw them again at the British Ceramics Biennial, along with the work of another neighbour, Eva Radulova, in Stoke on Trent on my way to Manchester on Thursday. I did not realise that Hannah also makes prints which are very beautiful. So who was it who said ‘Do one thing and Do it well?’ It seems that the energy and creativity of youth can overcome that!

WP_20151010_17_57_17_Pro — I love talking about my work but can I really cope with the pressure of craft fairs?

I, on the other hand, do not have youth on my side! It is the third day of standing by my work and talking about it. Whilst I thoroughly enjoy talking about myself I am now feeling extremely tired. I have been on my feet almost nonstop since Thursday evening. My feet, knees and hips are complaining loudly and I am fresh out of ibuprofen!

So how has it gone?

WP_20151010_17_48_01_Pro — I know that 4 people are considering bespoke commissions.

Well, I have sold nothing so far which I find a bit depressing, but then few other people have either so that is reassuring. On the other hand I have run out of business cards and my husband has twice had to rush over to print additional copies of my artists statement because so many people have wanted to take them away, so I am not too disheartened. In addition, I know that at least 4 people have taken away the paperwork which I produced about commissioning a bespoke piece so I am hopeful of someone coming back to me at a later date with a specific request. I am told, by people here who should know, that the trend over the last couple of years has been for potential customers to collect all the information that they want and then to go home, mull over what they have seen and get in touch via email at a later date; the savvy, twenty-first century art buyer!

In addition, I am excited to be here and I have had some fantastic conversations with other makers and also with students who have been looking around a few years further back down the line from me and from schools in the local area. By far the best bit about being here is the opportunity it provides for talking to people who have expressed an interest in my work. It doesn’t matter if they buy or not, I just like talking about my work! – it gives me the oxygen to attract further interest later.

WP_20151010_17_55_39_Pro — I am too old to stand for 3 days!

On the other hand, in the dim and distant past of year one of the City Lit ceramics diploma, we were told to consider what sort of maker we were and where our work would sell. I think it is true to say that I probably make for galleries and exhibitions, not for craft fairs. No-one in their right mind is going to want to carry most of my work home from a fair – The packaging I can supply here has to come from the small space behind the stands. It is just about adequate. It does not look pretty and it is unwieldy. You would need a car to get my pieces home and most people have arrived by coach. They want small packages to take home on their laps. So after today, as I lie soaking in my hot bath, there will be a very serious discussion with myself about whether craft fairs really are my thing.

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