I'm in Glasgow. Caroline, daughter of Friend Who Knows Too Much, invited me to the opening of the degree show for the honours year of her contemporary arts degree course. I would not have missed it for the world. I struggle with a lot of contemporary art. I always have done. Being with Caroline and following one of her blogs is a revelation. Frequently I find myself puzzled even after an explanation of the thought processes that may have been behind some contemporary works but I now have a greater appreciation of such art and can at least look at it and think rather than just walk on by.
As it happens I find much of Caroline's work understandable and beautiful both visually and texturally. No photograph really does it justice but her work in the degree show (part of the whole work - there just wasn't enough space) is the one in these photos.
Caroline's words:
"Memory Blossoms
I will sway and creak in the cold wind. I'll hold my buds closed until that warm summer's day when the air smells like raindrops steaming from the tarmac. Then my flowers will blink at the sun. When the air smells of peat smoke, my flowers will float to the ground one by one and surround me in a sleepy halo. The wind will come again, and I will fill the air."
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