
We recently visited Morris Code Studios…

… we instantly loved the lighting, and the wonderful, hand-crafted, organic feel of all the objects…

… there are amoeboid-like things flying around. They are playing wonderful music, and they emit light. I describe their flight paths as ‘cruising/loitering/zooming’… that’s what they do. Their passage is constantly lighting up different facets of the sculptural shapes in the environment, showing dimensions and perspectives that weren’t there a second before, and their music builds and recedes with their idiosyncratic perambulations…

… there are strange little critters…

… I liked these little penguin-birds, with their gently glowing eyes…

… but I loved these soulful, confused-looking dog-things… I just wanted to take them home and protect them (and I did!)…

… the plants are gorgeous, too…

… if you know me, you know I am proudly low-brow in my art appreciation, I tend to find ‘big-meaning, deep and serious’ art with a capital ‘A’ to be, well, bullshit, to be blunt. I never read the artists statement until after I’ve looked at the work, and I generally find the capital ‘A’ artist’s statements to be rubbish spun out of self-importance, then tacked on to their ‘art’ to give it ‘superior’ meaning. Generally I like art that has an obvious meaning, even if that meaning is just beautiful design. I loved everything I saw, here, just for itself, or, as with the critters, because of their cuteness/whimsy. I instantly identified these three woman as ‘muses’ of some kind, engaged in something to do with thread, so, also instantly, made the association of the ‘fabric of reality’, something the human, so, therefore, I, have been interested in for a very long time…

… there are lengths of woven fabric, and a loom…

… which, on closer inspection, we could see was hooked up to what looked like recording gear. We suddenly realised that the music the amoeboids were playing could quite possibly be the sound of a shuttle being drawn through the strands of a loom… which we thought was pretty damned beautiful, and totally relevant to the whole ‘strands of reality’, or ‘fabric of reality’ thing we had identified.
So we went and read Poppy Morris’s artist’s statement, and we had basically nailed it! Poppy is interested in the fabric of life, which is pretty close to being interested in ‘what is reality?’ The woman are ‘Fates’, not muses, but we are pretty sure she says she created the music from a weaving loom and a spinning wheel, which we just love the idea of, and the result is truely beautiful. The whole thing is beautiful, and totally appealed to our lowbrow comprehension (:


















































