Anyone who knows me will vouch for the fact that I am a late person... A hugely, gasp in despair at my lateness, late person. I've managed to live with the fact that this is so, and I have got used to the realisation that sometimes you miss out on things for being SO so late.
I had succumbed to the cold hard truth that I had missed out on the latest outing of The Museum of Everything, and whilst friends were chatting about the impressive work that they had seen hanging from the ceiling of a derelict hotel above Selfridges, I could only shuffle around uncomfortably and wonder what could have been...
Until, the brilliant people at M of E decided to extend the exhibition... Hooray!
The show was the largest ever display of American self-taught sculptor Judith Scott's fibre constructions. Judith was born deaf and with Down's Syndrome, and spent a large amount of her life institutionalised, before her twin sister Joyce became her legal guardian, and enrolled her into an art program at the Creative Growth Art Center in California. Whilst there, Judith created over 200 pieces, wrapping and encasing objects from the art studio in wool and threads. There were 55 of them on display, impeccably installed and stunningly lit in the quiet, empty warehouse surroundings. The emotive, almost haunting aspect of the beautiful work that Judith spent nearly 20 years of her life creating, is that she didn't know just how beautiful and widely admired her work would become.
Can a creation actually be art if its creator doesn't – or can't – classify it that way? Miranda Sawyer
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