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Simple household tasks can take a lot longer when you're an artist. Shelling these beans took about an hour because I was compelled to document the process as I went along.

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Kirsty Hall: Broad Beans, June 2009

Although they're edible, I couldn't leave these little triangles on because they were spoiling the symmetrical aesthetic of the beans. Sigh.

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Kirsty Hall: Broad Beans, June 2009

I don't even particularly like the taste of broad beans but I am always utterly seduced by their waxy pale green.

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Kirsty Hall: Broad Beans, June 2009

I wish you could have heard the crisp snapping and stroked the soft furry insides of the pods.

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Kirsty Hall: Broad Beans, June 2009

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Kirsty Hall: Broad Beans, June 2009

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It's Friday afternoon - time to slack off at work and browse the net instead! Fortunately I'm here to enable your procrastination.

ARTISTS

Really loving this post on DudeCraft about the work of Jim Denevan who creates incredible largescale freehand drawings in sand.

Stephen J. Shanabrook makes rather strange work, including collages of heroin paraphernalia.

For those of us with gothic sensibilities - I'm loving the crazy Victorian aesthetic of Wilhelm Staehle's site.

Beautiful drawings from Rachel Mosler.

This project gets points for sheer chutzpah - curator Anna Ricciardi is asking people to send her their gallery rejection letters for inclusion in an exhibition at Islington Arts Factory. So far, so good. But here's the cheeky bit - she's also asking for a £7 submission fee! I hope she's done this deliberately as a comment on the increasing tendency for venues to charge artists to apply for exhibitions. Because if it's not ironic, it would be too depressing for words.

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I like Joanne Mattera's blog very much; she writes so eloquently about the realities of being an artist. In this post, she recommends that we define what success means to us (something art coach, Alyson Stanfield also strongly recommends) and suggests considering options beyond the narrows confines of the art world.

Daniel Sroka ponders how to survive as an artist in a struggling economy.

Lori Woodward Simons with some advice about how to negotiate with art galleries. This was published on Clint Watson's FineArtViews, a blog with masses of articles about every aspect of the art world, including this great one about how to sell your art. Boy, do I need help in that department!

Lisa Call gets things done by setting goals and having a system.

HUMOUR

Step away from the metaphors and no one will get hurt! A piece of quite remarkable prose that, amazingly, was actually published. I wouldn't drink anything while attempting to read this, if I were you.

Have I mentioned Wrongcards before? As their tagline says: 'E-cards that are wrong for every occasion.' Including zombie attacks...

When I lived in Leeds, a friend and I used to delight in that urban harbinger of summer - the sight of goths with thick white make up slowly melting down their faces. So as you can imagine, I was delighted to discover the blog Goths In Hot Weather.

And because it takes one to know one, here's a delightful visual guide to goths. OK, so I've never actually been a full-on goth but I've come pretty close over the years and definitely have aspects of at least three of these!

Last Tuesday, the weather was so glorious that we took the opportunity to visit our beloved Virtuous Well over at Trellech. The joy of working from home is that you can occasionally take a day off in the middle of the week and go for day trips when it's quiet.

And what a delight to sit in blazing sunshine having a picnic surrounded by this!
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Kirsty Hall: Welsh Meadow, June 09

The colourful rags were still on the tree, although there seemed to be less of them than last year. But perhaps this mass of green and yellow just made them less visible.
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Kirsty Hall: Welsh Meadow, June 09

I left a small offering beside the well.
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Kirsty Hall: Small Offering, June 09

Afterwards we walked over to visit the stones - one of these days we'll manage to visit the unusual, historical sundial at the local church as well.

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I am lazy.

"What's that?', I hear you cry, 'you spend months patiently tying knots in string, sticking pins through fabric or drawing every day for a year, how can you possibly call yourself lazy?'

Ah, but it's a very specific kind of laziness and over the years - as I have come to understand it - I have adjusted my art practice to accommodate it.

I know myself and if I worked with the sort of materials that needed a specialist working environment like a forge or a foundry, I wouldn't get much art made. If I undertook huge expensive projects that involved lots of paperwork, funding bids and meetings with planners and architects, I would never get any art made.

Heck, even if my studio was in another building, I would struggle. When I graduated, I hired a studio space on the other side of town because I thought that's what you were meant to do. I kept it for a couple of months before recognising that I was working extra hours to pay for it but was hardly ever there and even when I was, I found it an uninviting place to work.

Eventually I realised that when I'd been a student, I used to make most of my work at home and then take it into college when it was finished. I tended to use my studio in college as an experimental installation space or somewhere to think, rather than somewhere to physically make work. I'm sure this is partly because I'd grown accustomed to fitting my art around parenting when my son was young. Having evolved as an artist whilst making work in the evenings on the kitchen table, a separate studio space felt like a barren and alien environment to me.

So now my studio is on the top floor of my house. Yet even that is not close enough and I tend to make my art in my study, my bedroom, my living room, my garden, on the dining room table and only occasionally in my studio.

I do enjoy the quiet and contemplative space of my studio, especially when I need to think, draw or make more mess than usual. But I also need my art to be part of my daily life; something I can pick up and put down as easily as the morning paper or my cup of tea. So art, for me, is largely a domestic affair and you'll often find me making my more repetitive pieces in front of the TV or while listening to a podcast on my computer.

In addition, the sort of materials I use in my art - small, unregarded things like matches, pins, sequins or envelopes - are easily available, safe to use and relatively cheap. This is a deliberate choice on my behalf. Partly because I'm very interested in everyday objects that are so commonplace that they become effectively invisible but also because I am passionate about 'owning the means of production'. I hate to be dependant on other people before I can even start to make my art.

I've never done well if I have to go through multiple steps to get something done and so wherever possible, my practice is organised to minimise that. For example, when I graduated I took out a loan so that I could upgrade my computer equipment and digital camera because I wanted access to the technology I'd used at college without having to go off to a library or rent out office premises.

My materials are a continuation of that desire for independence. I don't need to work a day job to buy the sort of materials I use. Nor do I need to scrabble around for grants or sponsorship or jump through anyone else's hoops before my work can come into being. I've learnt from experience that projects that do need access to specialist knowledge or equipment or more funding than I can provide myself are the ones that invariably end up on on the backburner.

Again, I'm sure my formative years of trying to combine art with parenting also informed my preference for cheap, readily available materials. Although I always bought the best I could afford, I was on a low income and got used to making do with what I had. And I found that I actually preferred it because it was easier to be loose and experimental with thousands of cheap, everyday things than with very rare or precious materials.

Some artists need the heroic struggle; it motivates and inspires them and forms a vital part of their practice. Others find that getting out of the house and into a separate studio space makes them more focused and dedicated. Yet others relish the challenge of working in very expensive materials.

But for me that stuff just gets in the way.

I need the path of least resistance because I find making good, meaningful art quite difficult enough without adding extra obstacles. I am perfectly capable of putting mental road blocks in the way of my own art practice and I realised early on that it would be disastrous if I added further restrictions such as the need for funding, planning permission, specialist studio requirements or expensive materials. So I have consciously set up my practice so that the only thing standing in the way of my art is myself - and believe me, that's usually more than enough!

It's vital as an artist to recognise your strengths and weakness and to play to both of them. Don't make it any harder than it needs to be.

So I've finally been assimilated to the Twitter side of the force after listening to this Craftcast podcast with jeweller and Twitter devotee, Timothy Adam.

If you'd like to follow me, I'm kirstymhall over there. I'm still not entirely convinced by the interface and I'm concerned about getting swamped with too much information but I thought I'd give it a go because there are several people I'm interested in following over there. Besides, if it turns out that I don't like it, well I can simply stop.

Oh, and rest assured that you won't be seeing any tweets on this blog: I absolutely loathe it when people link their Twitter feeds to their blogs, it looks so messy and I find the information difficult to parse.

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Kirsty Hall: Pins In Cotton Reel, May 2009

Yesterday was a glorious sunny day, so I made the most of it by taking one of my current projects out to the garden. Soaking up some fresh air and Vitamin D whilst making art, what could be better?

I've done a huge amount of work on the garden this year and it's really paying off: it's a lovely place to sit and work now.

The view to the left of the bench:
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Kirsty Hall: Looking Across The Lawn To The Air Garden, May 2009

The view to the right of the bench:
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Kirsty Hall: The Shubbery, May 2009

I needed to turn the hem on a piece of linen so it can be hung from a wooden pole but it already had a thick seam and wouldn't fit in my sewing machine, so I decided to hand sew it.

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Kirsty Hall: Work In Progress, May 2009

Sitting in the sunshine listening to the sounds of birds, bees and children while I pulled my needle through soft, white linen, I experienced a profoundly productive peace even when my thread tied itself into subtle knots.

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I've always said that I hate sewing and only do it when it's necessary for art purposes but yesterday, I finally reached an understanding with it and I suddenly felt that I could actually come to like sewing. It was a deeply satisfying experience.

The all-important cup of tea, without which no art would ever get made!
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Hey there, I'm back - well, in body anyway, I'm not so sure about my mind!

Amsterdam was an interesting experience; I didn't immediately fall in love with the place but I had a truly wonderful time reconnecting with my friend, Red.

I found Amsterdam quite an odd place; it's very layered and compact and that gives it a strange, otherworldly quality - when I got home I described it to my family as "like an alien spaceport that has somehow been transported to our time zone". I can see how people find it magical but it didn't seduce me as much as I expected it would. However, I intend to go and visit Red regularly and I have the feeling that it will grow on me.

I didn't manage to check out the art galleries because there were lots of public holidays in the week I visited but we did visit a fantastic exhibition about Haitian vodou at the Tropenmuseum. I was captivated by the rough stitching and use of knots, sequins and fabric in many of the objects.

Unfortunately, I caught a nasty cough from Red's daughter that developed into a very persistent virus. Two weeks later, I'm still getting over it. Needless to say, this hasn't been good for my work however, I've been catching up on my reading and watching arts documentaries on SkyArts and the BBC's website. I also started drawing again for the first time in months, although I'm finding my current style rather stilted and tight. I think I need to break out the gesso again. Despite The Diary Project, I still have quite a troubled relationship with drawing and I struggle with accepting my own style.

I've been feeling more energetic in the last two days, so I threw myself straight back into my studio work and gardening. Unfortunately, I drastically overdid it and I've been forced back into bed today, which I'm finding incredibly frustrating. But it was absolutely great to get back into the studio again: it had been ages and I was starting to worry that I would never make art again! But as soon as I was well enough, my 'art joy' came back. I had been doubting everything I make and wondering if any of it was any good but a couple of days of work reconnected me to that deep satisfaction that I get from my own work. I still don't know if what I am currently making is good or worthwhile but I was strongly reminded that the journey is as important as the destination and that it's only through regular making that I'm ever able to get to the good stuff.

In other news, a couple of days after I got back, I became an auntie for the very first time. My youngest brother and his wife had a son on the 8th May. Elliot Fraser Hall arrived three weeks early but was still a very reasonable 6 1/2 pounds. He is apparently a very delightful and good baby and they're coping well. I'll be going up to visit in about a month, once my own son has got through his GCSE's.

And now I must go and rest again because I'm going out to my friend, Camilla's private view this evening.

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I'm off to Amsterdam today to visit my lovely friend, Red. I'll be away for a week and I don't know if I'll get a chance to update while I'm there but I shall certainly be taking lots of photos and journal notes to share with you on my return.

I'm planning to visit some art galleries and I hope to see massive amounts of these...

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Kirsty Hall: Red Tulip, April 2009

OK, got to run, I haven't quite finished my packing yet!

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Kirsty Hall: Faded Hyacinths, April 2009

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Kirsty Hall: Faded Hyacinths, April 2009

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Kirsty Hall: Faded Hyacinths, April 2009

Hyakinthos was a handsome young man from Greek mythology who was loved by Apollo, the sun god. After he was accidentally killed by a discus, the intensely fragranced flower grew up from his blood and Apollo named it after him.

It doesn't surprise me that this flower should have an association with death; as these ones were fading, their intoxicating smell turned sickly and almost gangrenous.