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Progressing Kosta / 20 October 2012

My struggle with just how to blog about the making of the new Con.Text (Creatives in Con.Text) is not in any way reflected in the making of or blogging about, the soft sculptures.

Here I am in control of the risks and I choose to be open to the opportunities as individual words, phrases or whole conversations demand attention and result in fresh insights into how to express and possibly communicate via these evolving structures.


Small changes in posture, shaping, positioning of parts, clamour for attention; eureka moments shout loud in my ear. Early impressions demand to make their mark, not to be overlooked as this particular Con.Text journey unfolds; to be included before the possibility of blinding clarity about any eventual destination; and certainly before any move towards drawing any conclusions.


All this needs to be evaluated against the original concept to retain the integrity of the figures' journey which is parallel to, but not identical with the current Con.Text. And then there are the figures themselves; like characters in a novel they assume an identity and begin to dictate their own story.


Kosta has this confident curve to his spine that owes little to the Con.Text conversations and much to his inheritance from Kouros, the original standing figure. However, the conversations are turning his head, and while he is still compliant, I sense the possibility of resistance.



Kouros became in a doorway;

as did Koure. Suspended on

brass chains, these life-size soft sculptures

waited and watched at my bedroom

entrance, unaware as was I,

of history and Imponderabilia.

I need the support of the frame

to have two hands free to create;

chance has created parallels

but I seize upon the contrast

of naked bodies who wash away

traces of people squeezing past,

and Kouros and Koure who exhibit

a record of every body who

ever comes in contact with them. 

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