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Artist and wordsmith, whose work engages with issues of access, from acknowledged physical needs to perceived symbolic exclusions. After being selected as one of DAO's New Voices in 2011, Gini's online presence has become an integral part of her arts practice

Tryptychos, Are You

28 April 2012

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This is a photograph of the box, it is open with the lid closest the camera and the words Are You which cannot been seen under the lid, have been added in the bottom right corner.

Mute, but still complaining, the Triptychos waits. On the down, I created it for Shape Open, but circumstances disabled it. It went no-where. I hate waste, so skipping the selection process, I exhibit it here. It consists of three boxes. Are You? Box 1 is oblong, 21x6x4cms, with a domed corrugated lid, it was made in Japan and is predominantly black and white. Inside it contains three flat, round objects; two are sacred Shinto symbols, each repeated three times, but folded to appear single. The...

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Waiting

22 April 2012

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Three little red and white flags

The Dawn Chorus seeps into my consciousness with liquid joy. Night brought sleep, so I open my eyes with a question. These days play out on a yo-yo string, some are stretched out towards the promise of wholeness; some like this one are curled in on the pain. And waiting an unfocused kind of waiting, between moments that I try not to fritter away. Yesterday comes like that when I wedge myself against the garden wall and paint a long view. And later I watch the birthday flags waving from...

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For better or worse

11 April 2012

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Japanese trainline map inspired by the iconic London Underground map.

 I'm planning my next trip to Japan and I hope this time to be bringing back my very own skinny-wheeled chair. Will it actually make a difference to my life? Being in Japan opened my eyes to the realisation that I have accepted too many restrictions without questions; shouldered the burden of inequality as if I deserved it and run out of energy to care. When I acquired my first manual wheelchair, I was overwhelmed with emotion. The gift of mobility was magical and although it took months...

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Re-imagining Wheelchairs

18 March 2012

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pen and ink drawing of a distressed bird

Last weekend I attended a performance related workshop; I had completed two application forms, one for me and one for the chair. Currently the chair, my chair, and I are in a difficult relationship because I never quite got over my month with the skinny-wheeled Japanese model. The workshop was fun, creative and quite demanding. I poked and prodded at personal boundaries as we explored ways of working autobiographically. During the process and all through this week I have been busy in my...

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How do you feel about blogging?

7 March 2012

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Birdskull, edited and duplicated in Photoshop to form a pattern in blue shades

On days when I feel quite invisible, even to myself, I have, in the past, found something salvational in my archives; a confirmation, a reassurance of my existence as artist. Surrounded by the evidence of my work I then find inspiration and the need to say more and other. For a year now the blog has been adding to my archive; or has it? It doesn't feel like it works in quite the same way. I'm wondering how other creatives feel about their blogs... When I exhibit artworks, perform or...

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More on visibility…

25 February 2012

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close up of an eye from a pen and ink portrait on paper

I've been thinking more about visibility since Wednesday when I watched a fantastic performance by StopGAP. In dance, the wheelchair attempts to shed its magical cloaking properties and without it a dancer’s personal space shrinks to that required by skin and bone.  Dancer Laura Jones set me thinking about my own special relationship with metal, rubber and memory foam. Never having worked with a wheelchair before, choreographer Thomas Noone took Laura's away. And enabled the...

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The creative case for … visibility.

22 February 2012

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Empty blue wheelchair on a black background

I’m finding communication hard at the moment; a familiar phrase that I read recently has rattled around in my head until I googled it: I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. This is Ralf Ellison writing about Negroness, but could just as well be me. Or could it? Because my own visibility is invariably surrounded by the negative visibility of my wheelchair I do often forget that when using it, I am invisible. We share my personal space and its easy to forget...

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Return to digital.

6 February 2012

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Skull of a small bird on a black background

It has been my aim to get Con.text online, not as a downloadable PDF (although that is good too), but as an instantly visible artwork and this week I have been happily distracted from my drawing by the chance to work on putting Con.text on DAO. Actually I do enjoy working with the computer, and taking a break between words, I do not resist Photoshop for long. My retreat from the digital doesn't last. I might dither, I might hide, actually I might be addicted; I do wish I could do more. With...

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Finding head space

30 January 2012

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Japanese flower shaped sweets - four of them on a black background.

Deconsecration: Maria Francesca Tassi and Francesca Lazzarini Curated by Sara Falanga Salisbury Arts Centre, 13/01/2012 to 25/02/2012   My image has been progressing  slowly, old pens do get scratchy so I have bought new ones and they glide smoothly over the paper, quickening the drawing that finds itself as we work together. Am I turning my back on digital expression? Am I sulking because the technology seemed beyond my control? Or just retreating into the comfort zone while I figure...

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Where to now?

23 January 2012

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wire outline for small figure

Without Con.text I hover uncertain of my direction. I feel like my bones have been picked clean and a howling gale whistles through me; it snatches everything and yet still leaves me here. Where to now? I'm working and wishing that my inspiration will take flight. I miss my muse, I miss my heart. Today there is nothing to say. Slow moving marks on a blank page say nothing yet, and nothing yet I have been playing in vain with big, bold charcoal and flirting with inconsequential words: yearning....

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Reality check?

8 January 2012

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stone carved dog

When my computer died I consoled myself with the hope that my work could be recovered from the old hard drive. My current project exists there, as well as all my previous writing and graphic workings. Over Christmas I discovered that this was not the relatively simple task I had imagined. The old hard drive is split over two discs and recovery depends on being able to access both simultaneously. The distress I have been holding at bay threatened to overwhelm the Christmas spirit, but somehow...

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The View - The End

4 January 2012

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wood and white felt marionette

The View from Here finished on 23 December 2011 and I miss making Con.text - the title of my conversations and writings.   Just as Con.text took me by surprise, grabbed my attention and offered rich food for thought; I am all at once faced with the view of an abrupt ending. Like a Looking Glass, The View from Here pulled me into an alien space with strange perspectives from other minds. I travelled delight and confusion; well-worn and unfamiliar paths; I went no-where and yet travelled...

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The View From Here exhibition: too much honesty?

2 December 2011

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a knitted hat on a plaster head

Sitting in Residence at Salisbury Arts Centre, talking to loads of interesting people is fascinating. I wanted people to be honest with their personal responses and gut reactions, and have been frequently taken by surprise at just how much honesty I'm getting. I had this conversation with a young person as we were surrounded by Martin Bruch's Bruchlandungen: How I relate to this is really uncomfortable. Like, these are the important bits of your life, yeh? And these are the bits I throw away,...

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The concept of art... "The View from Here' exhibition

21 November 2011

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words written vertically, with letters reversed

Extract from a Saturday "in Residence" conversation at Salisbury Arts Centre partly inspired by the relative invisibility of Aidan Moesby's artworks in The View from Here, plus People do Say: Does art that no-one sees have anything to be heard? Can it have the impact of a tree falling in the forest? Is it dead or alive in the box? If no-one sees it is it art? Where does the concept of art reside? When no-one can see does the artist exist? Without hats this might not exist.  ...

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More from 'The View From Here'

16 November 2011

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The Words with letters created with sticks and stones

There are so many words; too many for here and I'd like to keep them together as a body of work, but here, more extracts: I felt so self-conscious in the wheelchair, but my eyes saw things differently. My brain unpacked the info with the prospect of a different agenda Artist and curator creator of paper sculptures, come to check out the space. The later photographer admires the lomographic moment. Don’t Think, Shoot. I’m cheating you see: vicarious creativity. I’m just too...

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Revealing the view from here...

14 November 2011

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The View from Here is at Salisbury Arts Centre from 10 Nov to 23 Dec 2011   My intervention is going well. My approach is proactive and flexible which has allowed the project scope to expand. Very few of the visitors to the Arts Centre feel they have a journey which relates to the exhibition, but probably about 80% of them are happy to contribute their words and thoughts to this fast growing body of work. Striking! Noticed it at once. Had to bend down; its child height. Then I saw the...

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Intervention

8 November 2011

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 My computer died, hence the long pause in online accessibility. And I’ve been recovering from an accident and all that stress has resulted in a personal “crash”. Re-booting has been hard and slow I’ve been working with scrambled eggs; luckily they are reverting back to “little grey cells” because I was beginning to get a little scared. I’m getting to grips with different technology but totally, temporarily, cut off from the digital projects I...

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Disabled - so what?

26 September 2011

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I’ve written two blogs since day out in Chichester and not posted either of them, my self-preservation instinct over-riding everything. I need to overcome this paranoia. My fear is real, but what about the threat? The instinct to hide is a relic from my “dinosaur brain”. Threatened, like the wounded animal, I seek isolation, and I am so easily made complicit in my own marginalisation. Integrate. Hide. They shout from behind the barricade of “Normal.” Is this...

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Self actualization.

11 September 2011

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you

North begins to whisper and sing to me at this time of year. It is a powerful influence on my work, but defies adequate expression. I don’t often try to research or explain this longing to travel north in winter and south in summer; I think of myself as a migratory being with an inverted compass, and I’d like to find a unique way to express it. Years ago a reference to Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” set me seeking and finding authors and poets who were trying to...

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Elusive artwork

8 September 2011

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portrait

The artwork is biding its time. My mood needs to improve. I call on my muse to little effect. My day out is taking its toll. I would have shrugged it off if not for the disparaging emails that followed up my initially tentative criticism. Memories of fear and oppression have been awakened. Brown, with a slight bend like painfully produced turds, strategically placed fir-cones provoke instant hilarity; my laughter is unrequited. An anxious frown follows my slow rolling progress. If I did have...

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Surreality

12 August 2011

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Distorted powerchair with a hole in the back and blood on the seat.

Somehow my personal artwork is progressing. Putting out bits as they form had seemed such a scary prospect; I’d half expected the exposure to kill the inspiration. But now I happily remember how much I used to enjoy working to an audience as a student. However, I spent a chunk of yesterday submerged in surreality; from Peter Eugene Ball’s driftwood sculptures to Nick Blinko’s pen and ink drawings and the strange sensation of Pallant House floating, tethered to Sir Colin...

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Strange 'washing up'

2 August 2011

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I was sitting in the grass looking at "Folly" - a Sean Henry installation/sculpture in the Close of Salisbury Cathedral. Sean Henry was there talking about his work and tiny snippets of sound caught my attention; I wrote. And thought about Ems being waylaid by washing up. There are parallels here; responding in words to other peoples' artwork makes me feel as if I have done something worth-while and puts my frustration on hold. Words are so brilliant. Here they are, just waiting to be...

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A book launch for Kingfisher poets

11 July 2011

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Words are keeping me sane. They have been my life-line to creative expression while all the admin stuff of life has demanded more attention than I feel capable of giving. The visual embryo glows; gleams in suspended animation. I am just glad it lives. The words continue to tumble forth with such generosity. Today is the book launch: "Kingfishers", a first anthology of poems by the Kingfisher poets and I have poems in it. The launch precedes an end of year performance by Jigsaw, a talented youth...

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Digital reinterpretations...

10 June 2011

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portrait

Frustration eats away at me. The limitations on my mobility cage me. I need to to make journeys, touch materials, experience texture and lighting effects for my embryo artwork to grow. But I am confined to the radius of my powerchair; and the psychological effects are depressing. I hide in words. And I revisit artwork. Reinterpreting work digitally means the basic stuff is accessible, if only I wasn't working with a crip-computer. I see oceans; creative depths amazing beneath me; taunting,...

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On the creative process

11 May 2011

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purple text against a black background reads 'poeple'

Picking up threads; resuming the tapestry that is my life here without repeating old patterns: that is my challenge. Looking back on stuff I wasn't detached enough from, or brave enough, to translate into artwork seems like a way of moving on without ignoring or denying the past. I do feel very inspired. Words tumble out of me; this sense of creativity simmers and explodes. The variety takes me by surprise; the words giving birth to the children of my inspiration as the broody wordsmith in me...

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