Friday of the first week at Haystack, as I’m sure I’ve said before, is an odd day. Generally there is a sense of transition, from the experimentation and learning phase to the more individually directed project phase. I like this part because there is more of the real person and artist involved. The students are bringing their own ideas and practice into play. Some will work over the weekend, some will do some sightseeing, some will have guests, some will…well, I don’t know. There are no classes, no scheduled events.
Today we had two bywords. From the radio weather report this morning came, “The sunnier it is today, the stormier it will be later on. ” It seems quite often to be an apt metaphor for the process of making. You start out with big ideas and grand plans, full of “Oh, I’ve got this. ” And then the storm clouds pile in with doubts and misery. “Why did I think that this was such a good idea? ” The intrepid will persevere through the storm. The rest will go to plan B.
Plan B popped up later in the afternoon as someone mentioned that she had heard it several times today, probably in response to the changing of sunshine to storm. “Sometimes you just have to walk away. ” It may be a permanent departure. Or it may be just a time for clearing the head, the metaphorical equivalent of going inside, out of the storm, for a hot toddy.
Tonight, there are no presentations, just a rousing volleyball game, conversations on the rocks and the quiet work of fighting through the metaphorical storm in the studios.