There is something about 'minature', that is absolutely magical, I dont know what the psycho/sociologists would have to say about the draw to tiny things. To me perhaps it, in someways, epitomises the attention to detail by its creator; In retrospect I started the trail of minatures some years ago when moving into yet 'another' residence in my nomadic life and finding on the doorstep a single piece of mail that was not a long and outstanding bill due by the escaping last resident, an assumption made following the paper trail from an initial and polite request for first payment all the way through to summons for arrest, however, my fascination was immediately captured and fixed a point in time from which my near future was in my mind
This piece of of mail was to me of more importance than the rest of the mail and its associations, (but by the Grace of God go I) . It was a catologue, The Dolls House Emporium, absolutely filled with the tiniest and perfect pieces of furniture, of people and lights, everything was in scale and in order, whilst the sufferer of an Institutionalised mind, an OCD borne of Military Service I could only imagine that this was probably the first time since leaving the Forces that my orderly and ordered mind felt satisfied and not in some small way.
Since that moment I have concentrated in a great part of my life to 'the smaller detail, be it a photograph of one tiny and practically invisible piece of beauty somewhere in the rubbish such as this tiny Jewel, (a minature globe around 7mm dia fantastic), It was found in the debris that builds up alongthe pavements edge, a broken heart, there is always a broken heart somewhere, a hidden aspect of rusting metal, tiny people, even there is artwork in the yellow lines, yet all this gets passed by as people race around in their hectic lives and filled minds, it is all about what isn't seen but always there.
While spending much of the day pondering over my published commitment to my September Exhibition I returned to the studio this evening to find on my desktop yet another unsolicited request from some unknown person to 'join this network', however, such is my curiosity that I followed the links and was quickly rewarded with a link [back] to, The Dolls House Emporium
{ http://www.dollshouse.com/dhe/dolls-houses.aspx } how could I not take this on board and rapidly readdress my journey since that first serendipitous present, even their website ticks most of my boxes.
Now, as I finish this BLOG I feel content in my exhibition Theme, with provinance my worry now becomes a little piece of personal satisfaction, a direction , In the same way that my collection of heart stones has marked my path this also is a marker, a marker not only for where I am at this moment in time, such as the heart stones, but now with a specific link to an earlier point in time, and therefore a significant part of my spiritual and artistic journey.
