The body of work Lilly and I each bring to the BIG table arrives full and open, and the resulting frisson between our worlds, connections and ideas is spinning this BIG thing into overdrive. It is fast. The process quite like an animated flicker book with the occasional still of a Polaroid. In this last week our baby girls each celebrated a birthday and we paused in the frame.
Birthday girls. Small bluebirds of happiness. Now one, and two.
We begin to glimpse how the other half lives through the detail in the descriptions of each BIG thought process and provocation. It becomes personal as we both lay it on the line, anxieties and all; big breaths, big moments, big risks, big sharing. Our differences and similarities feed one into the other in a series of continuous landings and arrivals marked by interruption, exhaustion, pressure, anticipation, serendipity, work, laughter and time difference. We watch potential turn into action and stick stamps on the back of our hot-off-the-press postcards so people can hold the BIG world in hand. The tide is high. If you feel like partaking in a bit of BIG action, become a BIG follower and click on the ‘follow’ button to the right of the blog. Be one of the first to board.
Lilly scans work before the ink is dry / holds a circus in each palm / scours unusual stores for clues / ties treat bags with chalk and pencils that hold everything you can imagine / catches rain with her birthday girl / sketches boat fleets and birds / buys paper dolls and tiny illustrations in match boxes and tucks them into the pram with little boxes of sultanas and star pretzels…
Jo writes cities in miniature suitcases / makes notes and lists and leaves them in her car, bedside, pocket, kitchen top, drawer, laptop, garden / rests in the wings / careers to school pick up / times everything to within an inch of its window / lands easily in the dance work and whir of the studio / checks postcard proofs with a wriggling girl in arm and leaves with a printed baby / sends it all in the mail and hangs out the washing (again)…
Twyla spent her entire 2nd birthday party dancing in warm summer rain