On Monday of this week I sent in my topic list for the indexers at Bloomsbury Press in the U.K. That means we are getting very close to publication and what a hoot it was to see the book listed as upcoming in Amazon.com. It's real! Apparently, I am now an "international theorist".
This is what Amazon has about the book:
'Sloppy' art and craft addresses art and craft practice which is deliberately messy or unfinished in execution and/or appearance.
Sloppy Craft: Post-Disciplinarity and Craft brings together leading international artists, historians, theorists and educators to explore the possibilities and limitations of the idea of 'sloppy craft' within an interdisciplinary (or even postdisciplinary) context. Contributors from Canada, the United Kingdom, the United States and Australia address 'sloppiness' in contemporary art and craft practice, discuss the importance of traditional concepts of skill, and the implications of sloppiness for a new 21st century emphasis on interdisciplinarity, as well as for activist, performance, queer and Aboriginal practices.
In addition to critical essays, the book includes a 'conversation' section in which contemporary artists and practitioners discuss the practice and teaching of 'sloppy' craft.
The whole of the week was stuck on fast forward. The "Wild" show as I affectionately call it for the Craft Gallery and the Wood Point Discovery Centre near Gros Morne is gathering steam as works are now being submitted. I had a photo shoot for the More Than Skin Deep project, a board meeting for Eastern Edge, a book launch for St. Michael's Printshop, a curatorial proposal to submit to the City of St. John's, two concerts to cover and on and on…the Christmas parties have started. Is it any wonder that I get so wound-up that I can't sleep? And four more books arrived in the mail from publishers hoping that I might review them in my blog.
'Tis the season. Time to dig out my Rachel Ryan Modern Nativity manger, which by the way I discuss in my chapter on Sloppy Craft. I also talk about the historical precedents in Wabi Sabi or the perfection of imperfection. Now, that's a lesson I need to learn.