Hanna's SEE EYE artwork NEST created for the Abbeyview creche

It is interesting that it does not matter how much money is involve or the terms that have been agreed in writing, it is all down to trust in the right people to make sure the artwork is realised. The relationship has to be dynamic and flexible and often requires calling in favours from friends and professionals who have proven their commitment to create rewarding collaborations. Nick Millar is a great example of this, he was able to build the Curiosity Cabinet at Scottish Opera workshops by calling on the kindness of the place & people for a space to construct the piece. The cabinet is now on the move closer to Abbeyview, leaving it's nest in the Scottish Opera due to the time bound nature of the goodwill. Nicola has invited it into her front room of the Nadfly pad, her thoughts being that it might be good idea to live with it during the final fitting before it moves to Abbeyview. The cabinet's new resting place is not unlike the many art spaces set up in Glasgow where the front room becomes a viewing space instead of visiting a gallery or museum. Seeing it in the context of a living space adds a fascinating quality to the Curiosity Cabinet, it has become a fantastic, energetic, three dimensional piece with all the components clinging together, much like your furniture has decided to hug itself and become one! The See Eye team visited it on Saturday to finalise thoughts on their represented projects.

On Tuesday Nicola attended the Abbeyview Festival meeting. She was there to discuss how the Curiosity Cabinet will be presented at the Festival. It is a great idea to unveil it at such a large event but it may actually be best to choose a more controlled environment since it might not last the sheer volume of interest and interaction. We are looking into to have it displayed in a more permanent place. The meeting started with a change of Chairperson and was a very active, passionate and heated discussion with about a dozen people seated around an oval table. The Festival, just as the meeting, will be a very lively affair geared for the children with the Gala and stands, a Bouncy Castle, a fairgrounds and even the Boy Scouts making burgers. It will be very important for the children of Abbeyview to feel that they are not merely included in the day but actually huge part of it. They are the future community after all.

Hanna's artwork NEST was dropped off to the Abbey view creche this week and here are some of the children who will enjoy her piece: Caellan Frame, Ryan McMale, Christopher Duncan & Lewis Carins.

RADAR and Tweed Street Tour Art Works

Last Sunday she met with musician Gerry Love from Teenage Fan club who is considering creating a music piece for the D6 Bus route. His visit next Wednesday will enable him to decide to commit to project. After talking this week to Gerry, Nicola thought it would be useful to film the D6 bus route from the window several times as a starting point to discover the interior soundtrack of the D6 bus route. It is very important for those invited to create work visit Abbeyview before the project can go ahead and also keep visiting, since each time will furnish the project with new perspectives. It is all about art and trust.

Sophia Pankenier visited on Thursday to develop her ideas further, she writes after her visit:

"I had a really good day in Abbeyview, I had a nice long walk around and was working on the following idea: I want to involve the kids, and maybe they could draw at school or as part of the Big Draw (do you think that could happen even if I'm not there?) I could provide prints from inside the K & K Factors Hardware shop, maybe... For ideas and a stockpile of packages. From the drawings I want to make a larger piece (I quite like the idea of a map of Abbeyview), or any number of other possibilities. I want to incorporate the childrens drawings to make up the colours and depth of the drawing, a bit of collage but not filled with it. This could then be displayed somewhere? But I like the idea of the kids finding bits of their work here and there and having to explore the piece and recognizing things in their neighborhood. (like the mobile towers, sneakers over a telephone pole, washing lines, odd chimneys & walls). It is recycling except without the initial consumer element and the waste. I can see the possibilities quite well, and the book too..."

Nicola will be meeting with her on Monday to discuss this in more detail.

The SEE EYE Booklet Update

There are about 30 or more drawings to be hand drawn for the 48 page booklet and we are halfway there. Chris Hladowski is busy writing the essay as we blog.

And Lastly...

"This week I have been reading the Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde and also thinking about how to approach the idea of public art in Abbeyview. The story is about creating a magical place in the mind and in reality. I see the story as about sharing and valuing a place, also the seasons are elements of change in the cycle of the place. Can I create a such a place in Abbeyview? A place where people come to experience new things in terms of public art and perhaps more?" Nicola (the Fly)

"With Abbeyview as the backdrop to our discussion about the Selfish Giant story, it reminded me of a sign that is seen in housing schemes all over. Even as a child the 'No Ball Games' sign always struck me as a bizzare expectation of a green open space surrounded by houses full of children. What exactly were these sacred bits of turf designed for? To give the illusion of space without the reality of use it seems. How sad that the nature of children and the importance of play were shoe-horned into a concrete swing park of ridiculously small proportions and seemingly given such a low priority in the creation of a community. To design these spaces as items to be viewed and not touched is, however, like giving a thirsty man a glass of water to hold - wholly unrealistic. Just as in the story, the children use the spaces anyway, despite being moved on now and again. The games find their way back to make bald patches in the goals and the signs create memo boards for all that use it, and it brings the space to life." Carol (the Lamb)

Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden. 

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. 'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other. 

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden. 

 'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away. 
 'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.


He was a very selfish Giant.
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The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. 
 'How happy we were there,' they said to each other. 
Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.' The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. 

 'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.' 

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees. 

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out. 
What did he see? 
He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny. 

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done. 

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen. 
All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye. 

 'But where is your little companion?' he said: 'the boy I put into the tree.' The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him. 

 'We don't know,' answered the children; 'he has gone away.' 
 'You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,' said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. 

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. 'How I would like to see him!' he used to say. 
Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. 'I have many beautiful flowers,' he said; 'but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.' 

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. 
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved. 
Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet. 

 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.' 
 'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of Love.' 
 'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child. 
And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.' 

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

Photographs © Nicola Atkinson Does Fly

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