Letting It All Sink In

So, here I am sitting in my office at home, almost a week after arriving back from my Winston Churchill Scholarship Travels, and I’ll be really honest with you… I’m finding it all a little difficult to process! Maybe it’s the sign of an incredible adventure, that you can’t just arrive home and slot right back in to loading the dishwasher and making small talk with strangers in the supermarket.

When I first arrived in New York, back in the middle of January, I remember wondering how I was going to navigate the subway or how I was going to get used to eating on my own and generally spending time alone – the last 2 months are by far the longest I’ve ever spent travelling soloIMG_4885.jpg.

It was the same when I arrived in each new city. Were the people I had made arrangements to meet, months ago, going to even remember I existed? How was I going to manage to make the grant I’ve been given last throughout my trip? How was I going to get from A to B in the -15C temperatures in Chicago?

Now that I’ve begun to reflect, I realise that, actually, through the help of others along the way, I did manage to make it to all my meetings… well, almost all (except for having to make a skype call across the city because of the deep snow in Chicago); and I didn’t get lost, well, not to the point of panicking (losing my iphone in Kyoto was an exception – but I got it back!). This morning I spoke to one of the Fellows who’d inspired me to apply for my Scholarship, Sharon McDonnell, and the first thing she said to me was “You can’t believe you’ve done it can you? You worry before you go that you’re not going to manage to find your way around, or even find your hotel from the airport, but when you look back, you actually realise that yeah, you did it!”

…and she’s right! What a sense of achievement!

The people that I met, both before and during my travels, really did help make the trip successful. The last two months away, and the months of planning beforehand, are really an example of how things have always gone for me, in the sense that I couldn’t have done any of it alone.

For me, that was especially true in Japan – my good friend Minako, who I had met in Liverpool when I worked full time in the arts, has now relocated to her home in Tokyo, and I owe her a huge debt of gratitude. It was Minako that made possible my crazy plans to visit several cities in Japan. She also introduced me to others who made up the affectionately titled ‘Project Angie Team’ in Japan, namely Chiaki, Hitomi and Midori – what a team they were! They helped me by suggesting incredible places to visit for

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Outsider Art research; making the arrangements, including with arts ateliers, psychiatric hospitals and ministerial officers; and then translating/ interpreting during my meetings. I literally could not have done all that I did without them.

I’d like to thank everyone who gave me advice, either here or on twitter, about how to deal with jet lag. I did take all of your advice – I set my clock to UK time as soon as I started the journey home from Tokyo; stayed hydrated even when I was getting pop every five minutes on the plane; ate and slept at the right UK times on the trip back; and stayed awake when I arrived home until my normal bedtime…even though I was almost falling asleep standing up! All really great advice!

So, what’s next? Well, a really important part of receiving the Churchill Grant is formulating a plan for the dissemination of the information that you’ve gathered, and also writing a report.

The first thing I did was to catalogue all of the books and papers that I was very kindly given throughout my trip. It is amazing how quickly you forget what happened where and who gave you what. Secondly, I’ve started to review all of the notes that I made after each meeting. I would make my way to the nearest coffee shop and try and transfer my hurried scribbles from my note book onto the laptop. It was the only way that I could keep track of who said what.

Next, I have a series of meetings set up, the first of which is tomorrow at the Whitworth Art Gallery, Manchester, with their Outsider Art Curator, Holly Grange. We met several times before I left on my trip, and Holly’s input and contacts were invaluable! Tomorrow we’ll have the chance for a post-trip debrief.

Over the coming weeks I’ll also meet with others who are keen to hear about my research including at the Wellcome Trust in London.

I’d also like to say thank you to everyone who’s taken the time to read and follow this blog. I’m wondering if I should keep the blog running, just so I can share my report here, when I’ve submitted it, and also to let people know when I’ll start to talk about my research in public? I know I wrote about some meetings here, but others, like my visit to Hirakawa Hospital, Tokyo, will take a little time to think through before I share fully. Please let me know what you think (comment below) …

Anyway, thank you so much again for reading this and for sharing my journey 🙂

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Zen and the Art of Losing Your Phone

My first 24 hours in Kyoto began with a visit to the beautiful Ryoan-ji Temple. I’d wanted to visit since James Fox featured the Zen rock garden at the Temple in his BBC series ‘The Art of Japanese life’. My friend Minako reminded me that actually the Temple was in Kyoto.

The journey meant taking the bus all the way to the end of the line, which is always really nice, isn’t it, without any concern for missing your stop, because you can just relax until, well, you reach the terminus, Which is exactly what I did.

The gardens and fifteen very carefully placed Zen rocks didn’t disappoint. It was such a beautiful place and exactly what I needed to let all the thoughts and conversations I’ve had across two continents sink in a little.IMG_6704

Now, I’d love to share my pictures with you at this point, but actually I’ve had to use someone else’s photographs from the Internet to illustrate this because I was obviously a little too relaxed after the Zen garden visit, as I promptly got off the bus close to my hotel near Kyoto station and left my phone on the seat!

There I was having a lovely time browsing the many, many restaurants inside Kyoto station to find somewhere to have dinner and as soon as I sat down I realised that it was over an hour since I got of the bus and I’d left my phone on it!

My contract is with O2 and they wanted to charge me £4.99 a day to use my phone abroad, which sounds ok until you realise you’re away for 2 months. Yes, because of that my phone was on airplane mode, uncontactable through ‘Find my Phone’, and was probably out of battery by now. Gutted.

So far, my stay in Japan has been pretty perfect; great friends old and new, really positive and productive meetings, incredible hospitality. Maybe that’s the easy bit – when everything is great, it’s easy to be welcoming and hospitable and pretty amazing, but now I was in a spot of bother, would it continue?!

Luckily I’d been through Kyoto’s vast station a few times so knew where the information desk for the buses was located. Once I got there it became really clear that each bus line, of which there are hundreds, all have their own lost property office, and unless I knew which bus I was on, it was going to be an up hill struggle to locate my phone. All I remember is that I’d just ran for a bus that said Kyoto Station on the front – I hadn’t looked at the number!

The really helpful Kyoto bus station team rang around a few places, but nothing. I think they would have carried on trying all night, but they were just about to close. They wrote me a big long note in Japanese and told me to take it to the police station, which I did.

The staff in the police station were brilliant! They also started calling around the other local stations to see if anyone had handed my phone in, but nothing. At one point a policeman came out from the back with a phone, but it wasn’t mine…but they literally tried everything to help me, included getting out a map so I could retrace my steps!

I knew I couldn’t do any more because everywhere was closing, so I made my way to the hotel. Passing through reception, they asked if I had a good day and I think my face probably said it all. When I explained what had happened, they all gathered around, producing maps and phone directories and google searches for lost property numbers. It was amazing! Ok…so all the calls and the maps and the smiles didn’t bring my phone back, but what a lovely feeling to be so far away from home and to feel so looked after and cared for.

After a pretty restless night, during which I went to the bad place – you know the one, where you start looking in impossible places for what you’ve lost – places that it physically wouldn’t fit?!

I had an appointment to go back to the bus information team at 9am – by then I’d written a document through google translate from English to Japanese, with pictures of the bus stop on, so we could try and find out which bus I had actually been on. I know the document was hilarious/ desperate because the person behind the desk actually laughed out load when I opened my computer to reveal my work. “You’ve been working very hard” she said 🙂

So, know we realised that I’d been on the number 205 bus. That’s one hurdle out the way. A phone call later and still no phone. Nothing’s been handed in, but at least we’d had a laugh together at my rubbish document.

Back to the police station and the same staff were on duty. Several more phone calls and several phones later, mine was still elusive.

It’s now midday day here and I’m due back at the bus information centre at 2pm…let’s see what happens then.

In short, yes, when things are great the people here are great, but when things were not so wonderful, the people here just upped their game and have taken care of me and tried to be as helpful as humanly possible.

I might have lost a phone, but what I’ve gained is an opportunity for a glimpse into the best of Japan and its people and a valuable lesson to pass onto other travellers to Japan…always know the number of the bus you’re on!!!!

But, you know, I don’t think it’s a real lone traveller adventure unless something goes wrong. No one got hurt…except my pride a little, but it’s another story to tell when I get back!

UPDATE! YES….I got my phone back complete with the ticket that the lovely bus driver had written when she found my phone 5 minutes after I got off the bus!

 

 

 

 

Just in case you were wondering…

The Composition of the Garden

The garden has a rectangular shape with a size of 248 square meters. While the temple itself was founded in 1450, the precise date of when the garden was built is unknown. Although, some claim it was made during the 15th century as well. The garden primarily consists of 15 stones in different sizes. These have been carefully grouped into five with 5 stones in one group, 3 stones in two groups and 2 stones in another two groups. These groups of stones are surrounded by white gravel which is maintained by the monks living in the temple. To make the garden look tidy, they have to rake the gravel daily.
It is said that the garden was meant to be viewed from the hojo, the head priest’s former residence. The stones have been positioned in such a way that they cannot be viewed immediately from the veranda so only 14 out of the 15 boulders can be seen at one time. It is said that you can only see the 15th boulder if you attain enlightenment.

The Garden’s Meaning
The garden is particularly significant for some artists and historians who have drawn inspiration from it. Though the garden doesn’t necessarily represent anything openly, interpretations or scientific research of the garden are welcomed. Some people believe it to be a simple, abstract composition of natural objects. Others think that it represents a tiger carrying its cubs across islands in the sea. It is sometimes connected to the rules of equilibrium or theories on geometry. There are many other theories that observers, historians and garden enthusiasts have come up with regarding the garden’s representation even stretching to more mythical concepts.
Ryoan-ji Temple’s Rock Garden is absolutely a quintessential place for people to find peace with nature. The garden may have several different meanings but what matters most is the visitor’s personal thought of its quiet natural order.

Konnichiwa from Tokyo!

After a whirlwind week in San Francisco, I travelled across continents, and the Pacific Ocean, to Tokyo, with a short stop-over in Taipei. The flight was surprisingly okay considering I left San Francisco at 8pm on Sunday night and arrived at 4pm Tuesday afternoon here in Tokyo 🙂

Screen Shot 2018-02-22 at 14.08.05Thanks to directions from my good friends, Ian and Minako Jackson, here in in Tokyo, I found my hotel quite easily by only following signs for the ‘South Exit’ at Shinjuku station. There are so many exits at Shinjuku station that I could have quite easily taken the ‘New South Exit’ or any other of the 200 exits, and still be wandering the streets of Tokyo right now!

Actually, by resisting the urge to follow any other South exit, I exited at the correct place which enabled me to find my hotel with less than a 5 minute walk away. The warmest of welcomes awaited me, which was just as well, as I think by that point I was beginning to look like I had actually travelled every minute of the 44 hours time difference. My actual travelling time was 27 hours, but because we had crossed the meridian, the time difference advanced my clock by a further 17 hours!

I was shown to my room on the 14th floor of the JR Blossom Hotel in Shinjuku, which had the most spectacular view across the city.

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Though I was really starting to flag, after asking Twitter to send me advice on the best way to beat jet lag, I decided to get a quick shower, change my clothes and to explore Tokyo by heading out into the bright neon lights, but more importantly, to try and stay awake.

It worked. After a couple of hours exploring and eating some fresh noodles I felt fine, although I noticed that even when I was standing still I felt like I was swaying.

Back at the hotel, I discovered a washing machine and a dryer! At this point in my trip, having been travelling for 5 weeks through the sun, rain and snow, and even though in that time I’d washed some clothes by hand, I have to admit that I’ve never been so happy to see a washing machine and have never loaded one so quickly!

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A couple of hours later I was in bed and thanks to the advice from Twitter friends, I actually slept right through from 10pm until 5:30am, which felt great!

The following day, I met up with my good friends Ian and Minako – it was so good to see them!

We walked and talked and ate ‘ethical noodles’ and took me to visit my first shrine. Such a wonderful afternoon.

The noodle place was fantastic. Would definitely recommend searching it out. They even provide elastic bands to tie your hair back while eating!

Later that day we met with other people who had been helping to organise my itinerary – a group of amazing people affectionately known as ‘Angie’s Project Team’. It was so nice to put faces to names.

We looked at the plan for the next 3 weeks and almost immediately I felt a couple of disappointments. I had really wanted to visit the studio of artist Shinichi

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The second disappointment came as another of my meeting requests was also declined. This time it was a meeting that I had asked for with the Clinical Director at the Seiwa Hospital, Tokyo. I’d asked for the meeting to try and understand the culture shift within the hospital that allows artist Yayoi Kusama to electively live in the Hospital. From everything I’d read, this decision is a departure from the Hospital’s usual policy and I wanted to meet with staff to find out how and why this exception, if indeed it is an exception, had been made. Alas, it appears that I’m not going to get the chance to ask now.

That said, I have got a whole series of other exciting meetings scheduled, the first of which happens tomorrow in Kyoto.

I promise I’ll find time to update this blog as I go!

From the Snow into the Sun

Hello from San Francisco! In the space of just four hours I found myself transported from 2ft of snow in Chicago to the warmth of the west coast of America. I feel that the climate here in California suits me much better.

Yesterday, Monday, I checked into the hotel and immediately wanted to go out and walk in the sun. The Chicago weather had meant that I could not just wander from place to place, so the pull of the coast meant that I was in and out of my hotel within an hour.

The draw of my English accent really came to the fore when, on the way back from a walking for a couple of hours along the coast, a woman, hearing my accent, came and sat next to me on the bus. She also had a British accent, was originally from London, and had come to San Francisco to visit her husband, who was working here temporarily, and never left. That was over 3 decades ago.

I had to get off at the next stop, so in typical friendly San Francisco style, she got off with me and we spent the next 2 hours in a café talking about the arts here in SF, and about how she had started playing football at forty, a pursuit which continued for over 20 years, until her achilles tendon ruptured and put a stop to her semi-professional career.

It was such a lovely, unexpected first afternoon here! We’re meeting on my last day, Sunday afternoon, for a leaving ice-cream in sunny San Francisco.

Today, Tuesday, I’m in SF MOMA looking at the Robert Rauschenberg exhibition. I’ve always been intrigued by his work, and of course his links with Agnes Martin. They lived in the same studio down on the Slip that I visited in New York earlier in my trip. I think this exhibition has travelled from Tate?

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I’ve requested a meeting with a curator here to talk about Outsider Art within the MOMA collection. Trina, the amazing MOMA information assistant, is going to pass my request to the right person, so hopefully that will happen, if not today, then at some other point during my stay.

On Wednesday, I’m spending Valentine’s day at Creativity Explored, which I’m really looking forward to.

1354160374LOVE_white_on_red‘Creativity Explored exists to provide people with developmental disabilities the opportunity to express themselves through the creation of art. Additionally, we provide studio artists the opportunity to earn income from the sale of their artwork and to pursue a livelihood as a visual artist to the fullest extent possible.

A key focus of Creativity Explored’s services is to support those individuals with developmental disabilities who wish to become self-employed artists in creating and operating fully viable and profitable businesses.’

On Thursday, I’ll be travelling a little further afield to Oakland to spend the day with Sarah Galender Meyer, the Gallery and Exhibitions Manager and her team at the Creative Growth Arts Centre.

William-Scott_Acrylic-on-paper_22x30_2016‘Creative Growth Art Center is a non-profit that serves artists with developmental, mental and physical disabilities, providing a professional studio environment for artistic development, gallery exhibition and representation and a social atmosphere among peers.’ (www.creativegrowth.org)

I’m meeting artist Lisa Sebastian on Friday, but I’ve also tried to keep some time free in case I get the opportunity to meet with someone from MOMA.

Saturday and Sunday will be spent exploring, but also putting final preparations in place for the flight to Tokyo and making sure that all the appointments and meeting arrangements are in place for the final leg of my trip!

The Man Who Introduced The World To Vivian Maier

I had scheduled a meeting with John Maloof today, but the snow here in Chicago has been falling for most of the night, and when I woke up to the blanket of white outside my 15th floor window, I knew that we were not going to be able to meet in person…so Skype it was!
John Maloof was at the top of my list of people to meet with here in Chicago. For me, as for many, it was the Finding Vivian Maier documentary, directed by Maloof, that first brought her photographs to my attention.

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“Finding Vivian Maier is the critically acclaimed documentary about a mysterious nanny, who secretly took over 100,000 photographs that were hidden in storage lockers and, discovered decades later, is now among the 20th century’s greatest photographers. Directed by John Maloof and Charlie Siskel, Maier’s strange and riveting life and art are revealed through never before seen photographs, films, and interviews with dozens who thought they knew her.”
So much has been written about Vivian Maier‘s secretive world of photography that it is no longer the main focus of what I want to speak to John about. I’m most interested in the responsibility that comes with discovering a body of work like Maier’s and how those who bring the work to the attention of the world after an artist has passed away have, both an ethical and a practical burden placed upon them, often unwittingly.

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In this vein, other parallels include the discovery, by Henry Darger’s landlord after his death in 1973, of Darger’s fantastical world of the Story of the Vivian Girls; or Marian Harris who bought the pieces of Morton Bartlett’s world and pieced his dolls together for the world to see.

I asked John Maloof how he feels about his relationship with Maier and her work, ten years after he bought the first box of Maier’s negatives and ephemera: “I feel as if I have a moral responsibility to Vivian and her work and to make sure her work is represented by the best gallery and that we work with the best publisher.”
With the exception of around 10% of her known output, which is now in private hands, Maloof has been able to keep Maier’s body of work together: “Looking at Vivian’s work over time, you can see her street photography technique develops from still, composed shots to capturing people in motion in a much quicker, more sophisticated way. You can also see how she became compulsive about taking pictures of particular subjects like taking photographs of newspaper headlines and newspaper stands. This was probably her way of documenting what was important or interesting to her at the time, just like us taking screen shots of things we want to remember on our phones now.”


Maloof also describes how looking at Maier’s work chronologically shows her work becoming more abstract over time, as well as moving from black and white to colour film photography.

I asked John Maloof about the myth that Vivian Maier never developed any of her photographs in her own life time: “Its just not true. Vivian did develop some of her photographs and she did it herself, although she didn’t actually share the pictures with anyone. One of the most remarkable things for me as an artists and photographer is knowing that Vivian carried on her practice for over 50 years without feedback or encouragement. She did visit other people’s exhibitions and was widely read, but she didn’t get feedback on her work from other photographer, yet continued her work.”

Now, over a decade after Vivian Maier entered John’s life, we talk about where he’s at. “I now have a not-for-profit gallery here in Chicago that champions the work of emerging artists. The artists receive 100% of their sales, although it’s always nice when they do give some money to the gallery to enable others to show their work too.”

I’m also really interested to hear that since discovering Maier’s work, John has started to take his own photographs, using a black and white Rolleiflex, just as Vivian did. He tells me how taking his own photographs has shown him just how difficult good street photography is, but has also given him an increased appreciation for Maier and her work.

 

 

 

 

The Windy…and Snowy City

On Monday I left New York, for the second leg of my Winston Churchill Travel Scholarship research trip to Chicago, which meant that I took the first of two internal USA flights.

It was a little bit like getting on the train to London to be honest, including the fact that people are allowed to travel with cats and dogs! Apparently up to seven cats and dogs are allowed on each flight. Who knew?!

Two hours and 20 minutes after leaving New York I landed at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport and decided to share a shuttle taxi to the hotel. I found myself in the middle of a group of people heading to a Postal Convention!

As soon as I left the relative warmth of the Arrival hall, the cold air of Chicago hit me and there was snow as far as I could see. In the shuttle car, the temperature display read -10 degrees.

My 8 fellow passengers, plus the driver and I, hit the highway to downtown Chicago. The roads were really busy because it was rush hour, but everyone was really friendly and completely fascinated by the fact of my Scholarship. In no time I arrived at the hotel and back into the warmth.

After being shown to my room, I opened the curtains to find a wall as my view – a very nice wall, but still a wall. A week of looking at that wasn’t going to be ok, so I paid $20 and upgraded to a front view. As my fourth week of travelling starts, I’ve come to realise that a sense of what’s outside is really important, otherwise you can actually start to feel quite isolated, something I hadn’t actually considered when selecting the hotels for this trip.

So, where and what am I doing during this second leg of my trip? Well, more of the same really – still researching Outsider Art practice and looking at the 5 key areas, although other interesting elements are creeping in, especially the conversations I’ve had about bodies of artwork that are discovered posthumously.

On Wednesday and Saturday, I’m spending the day at Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art, with curators and artists discussing the approach of the Centre, which was established in 1991, and houses ‘a legendary collection of Outsider art’ including the work of artist Henry Darger.

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Henry Darger’s The Vivian Girls

I’m spending part of Wednesday at the Chicago Health Disparities Centre talking about stigma with Patrick Corrigan, who is Distinguished Professor of Psychology at the Illinois Institute of Technology.  Currently, he is principal investigator of the National Consortium for Stigma and Empowerment. I think it will be a fascinating discussion!

On Friday, snow permitting, I’m spending the afternoon with John Maloof, who made the Oscar nominated documentary Finding Vivian Maier. I’m sure our conversation will include works discovered after an artist dies.

‘Finding Vivian Maier is the critically acclaimed documentary about a mysterious nanny, who secretly took over 100,000 photographs that were hidden in storage lockers and, discovered decades later, is now among the 20th century’s greatest photographers. Directed by John Maloof and Charlie Siskel, Maier’s strange and riveting life and art are revealed through never before seen photographs, films, and interviews with dozens who thought they knew her.

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‘Maier’s massive body of work would come to light when in 2007 her work was discovered at a local thrift auction house on Chicago’s Northwest Side. From there, it would eventually impact the world over and change the life of the man who championed her work and brought it to the public eye, John Maloof.
Currently, Vivian Maier’s body of work is being archived and cataloged for the enjoyment of others and for future generations. John Maloof is at the core of this project after reconstructing most of the archive, having been previously dispersed to the various buyers attending that auction. Now, with roughly 90% of her archive reconstructed, Vivian’s work is part of a renaissance in interest in the art of Street Photography’. [http://findingvivianmaier.com]

Sunday will probably be spent trying to squeeze my ever-growing possessions into my case ready for the flight to San Francisco on Monday morning. Leaving New York, at the check in desk, my case was half a kilo over and I had to, embarrassingly, quickly remove some things and put them in my hand luggage!

I’ll update this blog as this week’s meeting end encounters take place.

The Living Museum; A Spot In Paradise

Thursday was a really special day that I had been trying to arrange for a while, but with persistence and after a call out on twitter, bingo – the arrangements were made for me to visit the Living Museum.

Directed by the brilliant Dr Janos Marton, the Living Museum is part of Creedmoor Psychiatric Centre, which takes some getting to from Manhattan! First you take a train into Queens, almost to the end of the line, and after a 45 minute bus ride and several kind strangers later, I arrive at the vast, sprawling Creedmoor site with huge buildings as far as the eye can see.

Once home to more than 7,000 in-patients, the Creedmoor Psychiatric Centre now has 1,600 in-patient beds alongside day patients. Others attend on a less frequent, long-term appointment basis, as well as receiving support in the satellite clinic across New York. Notable patients treated at Creedmoor include Lou Reed and jazz pianist Bud Powell. Legendary folksinger Woody Guthrie, who had been institutionalised for many years while suffering from Huntington’s disease, was transferred to Creedmoor in June 1966 and died there in October 1967.

After witnessing the commercial side of the Outsider Art world at the Fair in Manhattan, I was anticipating to experience the antidote to that, but as soon as I enter the Museum an artist make a beeline for me and offers me her painting for $20. Everyone laughs and she’s half joking, but only half.
I couldn’t have had a warmer welcome into a place that Dr Marton describes as ‘a spot in paradise’ and I have to say it’s hard to disagree with him.
Run by Dr Marton and a group of dedicated volunteers, patients at Creedmoor are able to use the space from 10am -12pm and 2pm – 4pm Monday to Thursday. All the art materials are provided and the space is a safe space where artists, both trained and self-taught, are free to create and express themselves as they wish.

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Walking in, Dr Marton’s desk is in an open space… no door or walls, and people are free to approach him with questions or queries and they frequently do. On his desk is a sprawling collection of cheerful pictures and papers. Opposite is a paper star with pencils and pastel chalks in bowls for artists to use as they wish. One artist is sitting at a table reading one of the many books that are free to use. This room leads to the main ground floor space, with smaller, studio spaces leading from it.

It’s not long before I find myself sitting at a table with three artists who are keen to show me their work and share their stories. The work is brilliant! One artist is known as The Bic Man because he creates intricate designs using just black Bic pens. Drew, as he prefers to be called, had what he calls ‘a regular job’ as a boiler maker, until his depression overwhelmed him and he started to attend Creedmoor. We talk about the importance of his artwork and the space he works in, and he describes feeling exhausted when he leaves after a day at The Living Museum. He compares it to the heavy, lack of motivation he experiences with his depression, “it’s like being up to your neck in mud. When I leave here after a good day I feel exhausted, but it’s the right type of exhausted.’
Nyla works in oils and acrylics and shows me her floral painting. The standard of work is impressive to say the least. Trained at art school, Nyla uses the main room space as much as she can, and there’s real commercial interest in her work.

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We drink tea together and the artists and Dr Marton are keen to hear more about Winston Churchill as an artist and quick-as-you-like Churchill’s watercolours are searched for on a smartphone. The artists like his style and think he would have loved it here.
Dr Marton gives me a tour of the upper floor, and as we walk and talk, the word ‘family’ comes up more than once, and I think that’s it. The atmosphere here is one of respect, dignity and creativity – some of the best traits of a family.
The Garden Room, with Billie Holliday’s image among the undergrowth; the Battle Ground, which is a series of whole room installations, and the sewing room where an artist sits embroidering, all bring a feeling of calm creativity, as well as endless possibilities.

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I wonder how this space can be replicated in the UK? Would our health and safety rules prohibit the scissors and the pencils and the embroidery needles? Would the relative freedom that the artists enjoy be smothered in paperwork or a need to fill out satisfaction surveys, or would this approach have possibilities and find a home?

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All of the artists I have spoken to have talked about the importance of this space in their recovery, but it’s not always plain sailing for some. One of the most impressive spaces in the Living Museum belongs to an artist whose circumstances has meant that he has returned to Creedmoor as an in-patient, which prevents him from using the creative space at the moment. Unlike other spaces, his work isn’t packed away to make space for another artist. Instead, it’s left exactly as it was the last time he painted there, awaiting his return.