A couple of years ago I received an unsolicited email from a BBC researcher asking what my plans were for 2014. I was being considered as a potential subject for the TV series, \u201cWhat Do Artists Do All Day?\u201d Having decided to make “Voyageuse” I answered, explaining how my late mother-in-law provided the inspiration and that the film would take me to Hungary, England and the US via the Antarctic and Outer Space.<\/p>\n
The phone rang. During the call, the BBC researcher asked at length about my work before he suddenly informed me how this was his last day on the job, adding glumly that his contract was unlikely to be renewed. I wished him well. That I never heard from the production again was unsurprising but hardly a great loss to broadcasting given my lifelong aversion to being on the other end of the lens.<\/p>\n
Two years on, as I inch towards picture lock I often ask myself, \u2018well, what exactly do<\/u> I do all day?’ Since my US trip mostly my days (and nights) are spent in front of three screens, adjusting and\/or replacing shots on the five reels that make up the film. In tandem I work on the sound design, creating and weaving layers of ambiences and spot FX to complement Si\u00e2n Phillips\u2019 commanding rendition of my script. Over the coming weeks, I’ll be recording the score with my composer, deciding and executing the colour grade, the final audio surround mix and making up the closing credits – a pathetically short list consisting mainly of acknowledgements to those kind enough to support me in spirit and\/or by granting me access to private spaces.<\/p>\n
Multi-tasking takes energy. But so does procrastination. Working from home invites distraction \u2013 domestic chores lure me from the desk, another coffee beckons, an email needs answered, a neighbour calls \u2013 conspiring to stem my progress. I realise I work best to a strict routine where my day is parsed into specific tasks. It\u2019s horrifying then to think how closely my actions mirror those of Erica, whose waking hours were similarly segmented as she tried to impose a sense of purpose and order on her days.<\/p>\n
A zoologist and behaviourist, Erica was a natural if plodding data gatherer. When forced to quit her job at Edinburgh University in the mid-1960s, adrift, she transferred her working methods to the domestic, evidenced by a notebook in which she describes the progress of her first born, my husband. What began as an affectionate account of her baby\u2019s routine – feeding, sleeping, growth \u2013 evolved into a formal catalogue where every small change in motor and language skills was recorded. In a touching passage included in my original script but sadly omitted, she noted the infant\u2019s speech patterns, commenting on how his repertoire of animal noises \u2013 moo, bah, woof \u2013 was marred by his inability to imitate a cat \u2013 ‘his “bieow” needs revision.\u2019<\/p>\n
Following the birth of her second son in 1967, Erica repeated the exercise. However this second notebook betrays signs of post-natal depression, manifest in her use of columns and graphs where the subject \u2013 her own child \u2013 was reduced to that of a remote specimen. Here Erica\u2019s entries are chillingly dissociative with each day split into hours and data listed in a series of entries. \u2018Feeding. Not feeding. Dirty. Slightly dirty. No bowel movement.\u2019<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve long believed Erica\u2019s obsessive data-gathering was a symptom of the loss of her career. In later life she made many abortive attempts at \u2018research\u2019 ranging from a study of Scottish wildlife to the history of the colonial sugar trade that required her to spend hours unearthing obscure facts at the National Library of Scotland that at least afforded her an excuse to leave the house. Following her death, while sifting through Erica\u2019s papers, I chanced on her correspondence with various academics in which she advanced her latest theories while criticising what she regarded as flawed arguments. One letter, from a eminent history professor, was polite but dismissive, typical of the rejection she invited by sending unsolicited mail. It must have been crushing for her to receive these letters, her frisson dashed by the curtest of replies or worse, indifference.<\/p>\n
Disappointing too was the discovery, countering her claim of \u2018writing a book\u2019 about Scotland\u2019s links with the West Indies sugar trade, of a set of incoherent scribblings on scraps of paper. But perhaps the most poignant manifestation of Erica\u2019s \u2018research\u2019 written during the early 2000s, was her habit of cataloguing her possessions by attaching notes written in the third person to ordinary household objects: a china plate, a stained tablecloth, a monogrammed fork, where she stated the date and origin of each item, often adding supplementary information about how she acquired it.<\/p>\n
To mark her mother, Vera Eisner\u2019s 90th birthday, in 1999 I compiled a book of photographs with a transcript of interviews recorded shortly before Vera succumbed to dementia. Retrieving the book during the house clearance, I was struck to discover a page of notes written by Erica, a verbal upbraiding that not only disputed her mother\u2019s version of events but also contradicted my own assertions, even down to the correct spelling of obscure East European place names. As futile acts go, it was petty – she wrote it five years before her death in 2004 – but again it was typical of Erica\u2019s reluctance to openly discuss what she perceived as errors and omissions.<\/p>\n
Towards the end of her life, Erica simply ran out of things to catalogue. It\u2019s a sobering thought and one, I\u2019m sure, shared by anyone seeking purpose to their days. In pursuit of this film only recently I\u2019ve realised there is nothing else to shoot. My task now is to make the best of what I have to tell this story and, once complete, to show the film in a more meaningful way than to upload and lose it in the morass of content on Vimeo or YouTube. For the moment, however, I\u2019ll return to my desk.<\/p>\n
So in answer to the question What Do Artists Do All Day? What’s still to be done.<\/p>\n
The above image is of two baby Bengalese finches; a photograph taken by Erica during her tenure at the Department of Zoology, Edinburgh University in the early 1960s.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"