Ash with a perceptive insight into our artwalk adventures this week:
On Wednesday, Yew Tree was at the Hepworth gallery taking part in the Wakefield Artwalk. The evening was comprised of live Nu Folk music and original poetry, which was written and performed from scratch hourly. Essentially, we gathered the thoughts and opinions of the Hepworth and the artwork inside it from visitors that evening, and then used it create poetry, which was then performed back to the people who contributed. Im not exactly the most extrovert person so at first I found the concept of approaching members of the public a little daunting, but after a few minutes it was really enjoyable. I loved being able to have honest and intellectual conversations with people and everyone had such diverse and contrasting opinions. it was really interesting listening to what people had to say about the Hepworth, what they liked or disliked, which pieces stood out to them and why and what they think of art in general. People seemed to be really enjoying the new exhibition by Clare Woods, Unquiet Head, often commenting on how well it suited the gallery with the vibrant colours juxtaposed against the white walls. The writers once again had me awestruck by just how talented they are, taking fragments and snippets of thoughts and opinions and turning them into poetry on the fly, taking as little as 5 minutes in some cases. It would take me about a week to write some of the things they did, and it would probably only have a fraction of the eloquence. The end results were fantastic to say how immediate, raw and unrehearsed the whole process was. I was lucky enough to be both a performer and an audience member, and it was so rewarding when you noticed people recognise some of their own contributions in the pieces. I liked how accessible it was, young or old there was something for everyone. On the whole I really enjoyed the evening and if I had to choose a favourite part about it all it would definitely be the little girl who said that one of the painting reminded her of the tooth fairy and her look of excitement when her poem was read out.
On Wednesday, Yew Tree was at the Hepworth gallery taking part in the Wakefield Artwalk. The evening was comprised of live Nu Folk music and original poetry, which was written and performed from scratch hourly. Essentially, we gathered the thoughts and opinions of the Hepworth and the artwork inside it from visitors that evening, and then used it create poetry, which was then performed back to the people who contributed. Im not exactly the most extrovert person so at first I found the concept of approaching members of the public a little daunting, but after a few minutes it was really enjoyable. I loved being able to have honest and intellectual conversations with people and everyone had such diverse and contrasting opinions. it was really interesting listening to what people had to say about the Hepworth, what they liked or disliked, which pieces stood out to them and why and what they think of art in general. People seemed to be really enjoying the new exhibition by Clare Woods, Unquiet Head, often commenting on how well it suited the gallery with the vibrant colours juxtaposed against the white walls. The writers once again had me awestruck by just how talented they are, taking fragments and snippets of thoughts and opinions and turning them into poetry on the fly, taking as little as 5 minutes in some cases. It would take me about a week to write some of the things they did, and it would probably only have a fraction of the eloquence. The end results were fantastic to say how immediate, raw and unrehearsed the whole process was. I was lucky enough to be both a performer and an audience member, and it was so rewarding when you noticed people recognise some of their own contributions in the pieces. I liked how accessible it was, young or old there was something for everyone. On the whole I really enjoyed the evening and if I had to choose a favourite part about it all it would definitely be the little girl who said that one of the painting reminded her of the tooth fairy and her look of excitement when her poem was read out.
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