Daily Archives: July 18, 2011

Jar No 197

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Jar No 197
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 197, July 2011

Jar No 197 in situ
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 197 in situ, July 2011

Contents: Photograph
Released into wild: 16/7/11 at 23.59
General Location: Clifton, Bristol
Status: Found by Theo’s Dad on 18/07/11

Comments:

I have always been interested in small, every day things and oil patterns on roads have obsessed me for years.

Jar No 197 close up
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 197 close up, July 2011

In fact, pavements in general, interest me and I have a large collection of photographs of roads and pavements on my computer. It’s possible than I am slightly odd.


Jar No 196

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Jar No 196
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 196, July 2011

Jar No 196 in situ
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 196 in situ, July 2011

Contents: Ink drawing
Released into wild: 15/7/11 at 23.55
General Location: Clifton, Bristol
Status: Found by Allison on 22/7/11

Comments:

A teeny-tiny minimal jar.

Jar No 196 close up
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 196, July 2011

This sort of minimal drawing always feels risky to me, as though I’m somehow cheating people. But I love things that are hardly there at all and there’s an elegance to using less. It’s an edge I love to play with.

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Jar No 195

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Jar No 195
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 195, July 2011

Jar No 195 in situ
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 195 in situ, July 2011

Contents: Ink drawing
Released into wild: 14/7/11 at 23.00
General Location: Clifton, Bristol
Status: In situ

Comments:

“There’s an important difference between giving up and letting go.”
Jessica Hatchigan

Jar No 195 close up
Kirsty Hall: Jar No 195 close up, July 2011

I am not giving up. The jars are still going out on time every single day but everything else is experiencing a certain amount of ‘slippage’. I’m trying to be gentle with myself over this – life is difficult right now and I’m only human – but it’s annoying me intensely and I feel as though I’m failing.

So I flail and struggle and try to grasp hold of the project more tightly.

But the tighter I cling, the more it slips away from me. I try to breath and remember that sometimes a lighter touch is needed. I remind myself that I experience this all the time in my life and art and that balance is an elusive thing that comes and goes.

But still I struggle. Imperfectly.