Tuesday 31 May 2011

Washed up...

... visit Selfridges to see "Washed up". An exhibition celebrating fashion's creative debt to the ocean.
My favourite is of course the McQueen. "Plato's Atlantis" still remains one of my favourite ever collections ( I posted the video of the show way back) and it is wonderful to see it in this setting celebrating the ocean, nature and creation.
Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 2010

Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 2010
The hats are also pretty outstanding :

Crystal Swimming Cap; Naomi Filmer in Collaboration with Swarovski

Philip Treacy for Lady Gaga





Plato's Atlantis (The legend) a Fashion Video directed by Nick Knight for Plato's Atlantis (shown alongside the live streaming of the show :


SO BEAUTIFUL!



Monday 30 May 2011

LOVE IS WHAT YOU WANT

 "Is Anal Sex Legal?
Is Legal Sex Anal?"

A visit to the current Tracey Emin exhibition  "Love is What  You Want" at The Hayward Gallery is, yet again, another must. I am not quite sure what expectations I went with. . . I always think the curation of any show at The Hayward is well done (far better than any TATE, Royal Academy e.t.c) and well covered; I generally like Tracey Emin's work, or at least don't have any strong opinions against what she does but I must admit I have come away an avid fan! The show was enticing, interesting, personal, colourful and heart warming!
  We all have our pre-conceptions of this artist. We know she uses distressing aspects of her life to create her art but this is with merit. Her pieces are not trashy but careful and tender. Some points are most certainly shocking but no pushiness comes across in construction. When looking at her work I did not feel she was showing off or shoving her life in my face. Her art was doing exactly what art should. Making me question my own life? Things personal to me? Or universal truths`?
  We all are affected by sex in some way or another. Sex and Love. Sex and Love. Sex and Love. You can't escape it. Of course I am writing from my own perspective. As a woman it is perhaps different from a man as motherhood or the possibility of motherhood comes in to the whole arena as well. Not that men are not involved in the creation create but perhaps they are more distant from the fear or the longing or whatever it is about the possibility of having a baby inside you. Sex . Love . And babies. The battle with our body. The battle with our mind. The battle as an artist. Creating art? What does it mean? Is there something wrong with my mind? These are all questions. Questions. Power. Questions.
 Yes it made me think.
 I admire her. I really do. She has worked hard. She is nearly 50. I like her smile. I like her smile. She looks warm and friendly. I like her writing. It is simple and clever and warming. Her art is real. But it is art. She knows this. Art makes me struggle ? Is there any point? Yes if it helps. Yes. Therapy for me. Or making the world think. Now this is about me...
See?
Middle class men (THE CRITICS) don't understand (read some of the reviews (by men)) They are sad and  jealous. CUNTS whatever CUNTS.
Love Is What You Want

Tracey Emin Running Naked With a Flag
I can't write a review. It is all about feelings. It made me feel a lot. Go see...

Sunday 29 May 2011

Dinosaur

If I was a dinosaur
I would RAWR and RAWR all day.
Stamp and stomp and stamp and stomp
Scare all the rest away...
... My teeth would gnash and gnaw on meat
Crush all the small below my feet.
But underneath that fearsome grin
My smile would still be full of fun
Playing in the midday sun
Splashing in the clear blue sea
Oh dinosaur I am so free!

Saturday 28 May 2011

I WAS A MAN


Photograph from  CSM Trinity Buoy Wharf Private View

Friday 27 May 2011

Wednesday 25 May 2011

Private View with a View (seaside time)

Roll up roll up... anybody free between 6 and 9pm tomorrow come on down to the Trinity Buoy Wharf to see what the Central Saint Martins Kids have been working on for the last three days. There will be beer and wine and hopefully it will be a bit of a laugh. Pretend your at the sea side on the river... I will be showing a short (shit) film called "Up against the wall; Down a dark alley" ... the culmination of a couple of days work which is basically just prancing and trancing.
Here's the link to the Facebook event and go to the Trinity Buoy Wharf website for directions...
 http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=148217295247050






See you all there xxx

Monday 23 May 2011

Choked up

When the lights stop flickering

You are left with nothing but the howling waves and thrashing wind.
The nature is violent but it is where I belong.
Not locked up in this
Caved
Ceiling
Choking
Cell.
Prisoned.


        Prisoned.
                 Prisoned in windows and reflections.


I am locked in the droplets of water you can no longer see because they are engulfed by the storm.
Lost in cracks and crevices
In crumbling walls.
Keep walking down the tunnel.


Keep on walking.
There is NO END






This water will have you trapped.


She is not doing it on purpose but in this desolate place it is so easy to get sucked up into time.
Time that you can’t put your finger on because it goes back further than the beginning of the universe.
Start before the ancient myth began.
Poseiden didn’t exist without the sprays that she controls.
I laugh.


I laugh.


I laugh at you.


I laugh out of pity because it is all held inside her heart.
She can’t.
          I can’t even understand because the re-incarnation of her history hasn’t come into play yet.
I know something.
But not everything.

The lock on the truth is fear.


She haunts your eyes.
Her eyes haunt you.
Her eyes are haunted.


Her power is lost in her frail body.
The scream too strong.
Screaming wind is too choked up inside her chest - her limbs - her head .
Dancing. Jerking. Swaying.
Stillness.
Beat upon beat upon beat upon beat
Drum
Drum
Death
Drum.

This life is ephemeral but the truth transcendent.
In this dark room I remember the white light of the past.
Another time when she looked with different eyes.
On different things.
Different bodies.
Different minds.
Different fragile hearts.
The thing is - You want to save her.
She doesn’t need saving.

That is you.

Sunday 22 May 2011

Heroes



Drunken memories mean alot in my mind. I can't help getting annoyed. Happiness is infectious.

Saturday 21 May 2011

The rapture

Engulfed in blood thirsty painting
The end is the beginning
Red fire  and gold stars are the start of the s.eduction.
We didn't believe and we still aren't going to.
Ancinet myth means nothing in  this modern lost world.
Time is just a measurement,
Where is the consistency in that?
The scale is no longer important.

Pheonix born again in flames.
This is life.
I am not sitting waiting for stopping or dreading my own destiny.
Whether written or unwritten our fate is lost in the folds of the universe.
Our hands don't belong on the decision,
They never will but that doesn't stop us from choosing which direction to breathe.
Wasting my youth is your needing..
My wildness my heartbeat!
Mistakes just actions and I can't choose to regret when the future looks fucked.
Not that I believe.
What's the point?
That is a joke.

We want to live forever and we will.
At least in fairytales.

Thursday 19 May 2011

The Eye

The eye. Not just a coincidence. More than a gateway but a key?  Bound up in snaky skin the eye lets out the light. The knowledge of within. Strung up substance becomes  a meaningful existence… I wish I could peel away the rest and escape from this agonising excuse for a body. Blood isn't worth it. The light is so blindingly bright it is painful to let it in. Burning Breath. Velvet ebony curtains would be easier to shut than these feeble bits of fickle flesh. Could this life be too much for the soul? We all feel the need to escape! Sometimes the eye watches moments too catastrophic to comprehend and you can' t lock it shut. But could the world be beautiful? The eyes are truth; they aren't hiding anything. 

Wednesday 18 May 2011

Decapitation




To be mindless
           JUST BODY
xx

MATER SUSPIRIA VISION


MATER SUSPIRIA VISION "Paradise of New H" SHOW 2011 TRAILER from Mater Suspiria Vision on Vimeo.


Saw Mater Suspiria Vision at the Old Blue Last today. Bloody brilliant. Maybe a few burst eardrums but definitely music to get lost in.  Dark dancing. Dark times.
Witchhouse all the way.

Monday 16 May 2011

Laurie Anderson, Trisha Brown and Gordon Matta-Clark : Pioneers of the Downtown scene, 1970s New York

Again my love for all things Barbican grows as I visit yet another inspirational event. This time at the art gallery ; Laurie Anderson, Trisha Brown and Gordon Matta- Clark : Pioneers of the Downtown scene, 1970s New York was an exhibition right up my street. Featuring live performances every hour (I saw four) this really is a once in a lifetime show. Performance art is still an underated medium especially when displayed in a gallery setting and it was refreshing and exciting experience. The well curated exhibition guides the viewer around the space in four different sections incorporating video, photography, sculpture, installation, drawing and documentation. The world and community of this 1970s New York scene is recreated before your eyes as the Barbican in London becomes the perfect setting for performance. The exhibition is really a must see (hurry it ends next week) and well worth the money. Make sure you take time and really enjoy your self. Interaction is a necessity!

Information about the exhibition :
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-12628516

About "Walking on the Wall" by Trisha Brown
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/audioslideshow/2011/mar/03/dance-art?INTCMP=SRCH

Saturday 14 May 2011

Transcript

Do you feel sick if you can't be with me?
Yes
Do you see me in close up?
Yes
Do you love me?
Obviously
I am sorry.
I don't understand?
Are you in love with me? Please tell me.
You know I am completely in love with you.
Why am I not in love with you anymore? Why are you still in love with me?
Because things like love, desire, wants and needs... they change.
But I used to be in love with you and I don't even know when it stopped.
Probably when you realised there is more to life than love.
But I didn't. I don't think there is. I care about love. I really still want to be in love.
What if I never fall in love again?
You will.
I don't think it is that easy... real love!
Maybe you were never really truly in love with me?
No. No. No. I was very definitely in love with you.
Well ask yourself when was the last time you looked at me and said to your self, fuck I really love this person?
I don't know. Well I do. But the feeling was fleeting and it used to be there all the time. I know when I thought "fuck I love this person" but it isn't the same as thinking "fuck I am in love with tis person and I will be forever and I want nothing else."
I am scared.
Of what?
This.

Fountain


At the Barbican. Water as form.

Friday 13 May 2011

Things have changed

Things have changed
Past still there
But futures different
Looking at you sleeping
Doesn't feel quite right
Not that I don't love you
It is just I'm not sure I care.
A year older.
I feel like I have aged.
The lights aren't turn on
Just the electricity is dim
Skies aren't silver
Not the warmth from within.
I'd lay down my life to protect you my child.
No more earthquakes and stars in the sky.
Life is too short to ask myself why?
It is not that I am running
I love you I do
But life is to great and living too fast
I can't take the chains
My heart is too free
Don't say I am weak
Forever in your arms
My mind grounded
My wings in the stars.

Thursday 12 May 2011

School for scandal at the BARBICAN

Last night I yet again chose to make use of my age and got two free tickets to see School of Scandal at the Barbican. I love having my freeB tickets and this time I dragged James along to (in my opinion) the best performance at the Barbican I have seen yet. It was opening night and the new production of Richard Sheridan's classic was flawless. Directed by Deborah Warner the fresh production was wild, vibrant, big and relevant to modern day culture. Whereas you would expect to struggle with a four hour play written for an audience alive in 1777 Deborah converted the visuals and the meaning (although not the script) into "a scorching comedy with contemporary resonance as our own celebrity-obsessed culture collides with the gossip-ridden, high fashion world of eighteenth-century London."
  The acting was outstanding ( I mean really really brilliant) with big names taking leads such as Katherine Parkinson who we all know from her BAFTA award winning role in "The IT crown",  Harry Melling who played Dudley Dursely in "Harry Potter", Leo Bill who starred in Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland" and many many more. Every member of the 20 piece cast has an amazing list of credits (no surprise) and all trained at a very high level proving what drama school really can produce. The characterisations were hilarious and I would like to specially mention Gary Sefton and Adam Gillan whose pure physicality in characters was absolutely remarkable, fantastic and utterly hilarious. The energy coming from the cast and translating to the performance was really something else.
  The set, lighting, sound and costume are also really wonderful. Visually the production is completely and utterly gripping. The only hitch was a drunken member of audience dropping something down into the mechanisms under the stage during the interval resulting in a fairly long wait. Stupid old bag!
  After seeing this play my new favourite word is definitely "EGAD" ... I can't wait to use it! My love for acting and drama still remains. My strongest emotion.. however much I enjoyed watching it is still jealousy to the cast. And boy do I still want to be an actress. STOP. I am an actress.

Visit this sight for more http://www.barbican.org.uk/scandal/
AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GET A TICKET!

Wednesday 11 May 2011

Suprise Sequins

Refelctions is Sequins and Mirrors. Light and Dark. 



This top was rather a hidden treasure. I persuaded Wolfie to buy it for me about a year ago at a very drunken (as in we were very drunken) pop up shop at Your Mum's House. It cost a fiver... but at the time we thought it was some kind of hooded crop top. The next morning I could not work out where this had come from and why I had it. . . There seemed to be no hood (there isn't) and I didn't even bother trying it on. Now I love it and it makes me feel like a mermaid.

Pictures taken at The Young and Lost Club at Bungalow 8 by Eliot Kennedy

Tuesday 10 May 2011

When good feedback really counts...

This is one of those rare posts when I right about my course logistics (just so I will remember in the future) because it acts as some sort of review and because feedback is good. So today I got my results and marking back from my last unit... which I guess is the important one as it is the one that looks at my practice as an artist. My studio work, my research, my reflection... me as an artist.
I am not going to lie ... I was pleased with my work but sure I was going to FAIL. I love being at CSM, I really do but the way in which I work (as an artist) is the way in which I work. My studio is post modern (in my head and all around me) ... I don't work at college. I am unorganised so even though I visit millions of exhibition to be honest... recording this is not that important to me. I don't clearly present my work.. or at least I don't care about how it is marked in an academic way. I want to create. I don't really care about a GRADE or doing the best. However... when you do do well it does make you feel good :)
I passed with an excellent mark and here is some of my feedback : 

  • Very good research into a range of relevant contextual practice and theory.
  • Good experimentation with text, painting, video, that all explore a coherent set of concerns
  • Excellent presentation
  • Motivated and commited approach to work and excellent development during the year.
  • The personal and subjective nature of your work recentley processed through video and performance has proved really succesful particularly in the way it has provided you with detachment from your material.
  • Humour seems an important part in your work - this is great.
  • Continue exploring the role of performance in your practise and improve the technical grasp of the medium.
Anyway basically I want to point out the that good feedback actually makes me feel good. It makes me pleased that I am doing what I am doing as I do worry that my way of working is not right. 
The "review" will always be important and critic is vital to an artist. Positive and negative must be used to better ones work. Now I just want to be better :) 
I don't want to be perfect and I still don't care about essays but I care about my work.
I think I am just lucky to be part of CSM.

The Mermaid

The mermaid
Silver vision
Ephemeral sapphire sea
Swimming in darkness she steals the world...
Fantasy?
Fiction in the eyes of the beholder
This beauty bathed in waves
She sings for eternity
No reason to doubt if you can believe
Down there in the deep she can reveal the light
Myth or madness - she has your heart
Transcend the earth and you can live
Step in to the ocean and become
Float free with these waved
Become full of current and crave love
Water whirls
Hold it in your heart
Diamond dream.

Monday 9 May 2011

Political Compound

Compound as in a verb - Mix two things together.
As in a noun - an area.
As in a verb - to make a situation worse.
As in a noun- - made up of a number of parts.

Mixing or rules or morals
Grouping of people of organisms "colony"
Mixing of words or rhythms.
Mixing of styles.
The random conjoining of objects.
Relationship between objects.
Mixing of people. Forced or natural?
A potion.
A recipe.
Mixing of cells - Life.
Chemicals.
Water.
Fantasy creation/creature.
The putting together of rules.
Joining together.
Tied up. Bondage.

Outside the area.
Inside the area.
Madness/ clarity - the space of the mind / locked inside your mind?
Locked inside your body?
A prison.
An enclosure.
Safe from the other?
Physically locked up.
Mentally locked up.
Unsafe outside this.
Enclosed space.
An institution.
Closed mind.
Claustrophobia.


To anger.
To worsen a pain. Physical or mental.
I can't stop acting in this way.
To hurt or to harm.
To play games - mind games.
To self destruct.
To destroy other.
To fight against.
To cause unrest.
To make unstable
Politically cause the problem.
To argue against.
To deliberately act.
To ruin or destroy work.
Two wrongs do not make a right.

Sunday 8 May 2011

Headism

"An exhibition by Phil Levine - the 'life performance artist' who uses his head for a canvas for creativity."

The work shown is not appealing to me (especially in the photographic print format). Aesthetically I don't really like it and the exhibition was well... a bit bland. Conceptually it is easy. There is nothing deep and meaningful and nothing I really connect with apart from the fact that it is about image and aesthetic.
Even so, Philip Levine himself is an interesting subject. As an artist he has decided on his soul practise and focuses on that. I understand that many people are scared of baldness and his head art is a way of overcoming this. Whereas being a spokesperson for the bald doesn't really appeal to me his statement does. As a fashion piece and personality his ideas work well. Artistically I think the "gold" has to lie in Levine as a subject. The marketing of his work and himself is really quite remarkable. In placing himself at the centre of his art he is giving himself a celebrity status and achieving it. Placing adverts on the tube and live performances where he reveals himself as a sculpture at the V and A are amongst his marketing ploys. As an artist he also focuses on collaboration highlighting the importance of networking and innovation. As Levine gets more well known connections with Artists such as Warhol are made in my mind. Levine is now even advertising for Gillette and they are sponsoring his show. Yet again the public invest in the artist and the artist is what interests people. Kitsch is still in. Pop art rules? Good for him... and it is pretty cool...



http://www.headism.co.uk/

Saturday 7 May 2011

Kew (A tradition)






The Giant Hand


Mr Lizard was a poser!



Giant Camel?





Leaf man
Mum in the tree tops

Me missing looking at something...

Last weekend I paid a much needed visit to Kew. Things have been a bit hard and I went to stay with my family for the weekend. My Grandad is very ill, my mum exhausted and well we just wanted to be together. It is amazing weather and something about these beautiful flowers just makes you feel wonderful. It is a bit of a tradition for us. We try and go once a year (although last year I didn't make it) and this year Wolfie came along too. We had a lovely picnic and just a relaxing time. it is good to rest. Nature is amazing. We musn't forget this.

Wednesday 4 May 2011

"Beauty is convulsive or not at all"

Andre Breton


Picasso never officially joined the surrealist movement but his work is heavily connected to that of the surrealists. Andre Breton the author of the first and second manifesto’s of surrealism admired and championed Picasso because of “the emotional violence” and “expressive distortion” in his work. It is also clear that Picasso was also influenced by the surrealists work.  Whereas Picasso moved naturally and “internally” towards Cubism, for him Surrealism was an “outside” influence. Instead of embodying surrealism  “Picasso took from it only those elements which could enrich his own art; he used it just as he had used the art of the past or of non-European cultures.” Picasso was closely connected and friendly with many members of the movement including surrealist poets such as Paul Elard. He even attempted writing some of his own surrealist automatic poetry which he planned to publish in 1939 along side some etchings (he never did!).
   In “The Three Dancers”  we see the surrealist ideals come alive. Andre Breton wrote that “Beauty is convulsive or not at all!” This is so apparent in Picasso’s erotic dislocated and frenzied bodies, his expressive use of colour and strong gestures. Picasso’s cubist influences make his work “violently explosive” and passionate. The work is certainly beautiful and convulsive. The contradiction of these two words is central to the surrealist practise of taking random objects or words and finding them fitting together.
 “The three dancers” is a focal point in the connection between Picasso and the Surrealists. “Within weeks of completion, The Three Dancers appeared in a journal illustrating Breton's manifesto Surrealism and Painting. It is Picasso's public confession of surrealism” as well as another glowing acknowledgment of Picasso from Breton.
    Another piece of writing by Breton, “Surrealism and Painting “(1928), is described by Bataille as installing (whithin the text) “ the older artist a transcendental beacon, whose cubist break with mimetic realism had inaugurated surrealist painting and whose recent art represented a liberating evasion of reality.”  
  Whereas Surrealism began as a writing practise to do with the subconscious, unconscious, dreams and the automatic, when it did eventually break into the aesthetic Picasso was featured in the first group exhibition (although the work shown was Cubist).

 “Painting could indeed be fruitful terrain for surrealist work. Breton’s model for this is Picasso.” 

    Breton writes “It’s very nice to paint, and it is very nice not to paint as well.” In his essay Surrealism and Painting - he obviously thought Picasso was perfect for the job of “painter” and included him amongst and above the surrealist painters such as Max Ernst who were obviously admirers of Picasso’s work as he was for them the gateway between painting and surrealism. However, the opposite also holds. The “grattage” technique invented by Ernst apparent in the paintings in room one was a way of letting chance take hold of the work. Whilst Picasso controlled his paintings he took note of the fact that “the creative imagination is stimulated by amorphous or irregularly shaped objects, such as clouds, rocks, fragments of walls, and tree barks.” He used the fact that the human brain will see different and dream like things within marks and images. Picasso did not use “grattage” but it is apparent in some of his drawing  that he used this idea. Hallucinatory imagery and secrets are revealed in trees and plants in his works playing on the idea of the subconscious eye. The difference being that Picasso controlled this whereas Ernst left it to chance.
  The main reason that Picasso would not fully include himself in the surrealist group was because of his failure to accept the automatic. One of Breton’s demands did not fit Picasso’s artistic endeavor- “the desire to make the unconscious mind the sole wellspring of artistic activity.’
   Picasso did not practice  "automatic" painting or drawing. Instead he had his own and approach to the surreal. He did not want to “ lose sight of nature." (Pablo Picasso)  “His concern was with "a deeper similarity, which is more real than reality and thus attains to the surreal."
  In the essay “Picasso Meteor” by Georges Ribemant- Dessaignes it is  argued that “The surrealists unjustifiably lay claim to a man who, for various reasons, acts as their beacon, their keel, their wind and even their ocean.” I would argue that they worshipped but they did not claim. Picasso did not join the surrealist movement because his work was not surrealist but the influences remain. His work was key to the inspiration of many surrealists. Picasso did not rely on chance but the aesthetics were that of the surreal. He embraced the things he believed in, tried the automatic and applauded the surrealists. I would like to finish with a poem written about Picasso in surrealist publication DOCUMENTS in 1930:

HUMORAGE TO PICASSO

“Our pal Picasso,
Long live his brush – oh!
Pirate and Corsair,
Here’s to the horsehair!
(Apollinaire)

This star like a digit,
This tree like a tomb,
This sun like a mollusc,
Picasso, that’s whom!

This nondescript newsprint,
Twin screw- clamp bazoom,
This gateau- crumb sawdust,
Picasso, that’s whom!

This plant-pot with hair on,
Eyes like a birds bum,
Top brass-knocker’s knapsack,
Picasso, fo- fum!
This soft stuff, this tough stuff,
Touched up with a broom,
Pump-grind it to lime-sludge,
Picasso that’s whom!

This topcoat, this back-stick,
This talk, spread like lipstick
On small buttered biscuit-
Picasstic!

This boneless sky, bare leafless view,
Beach-beauty like a lamb jigoo,
This horseflesh like a wooden shoe-
Picashoo!

This Socrates, stove-torso,
Splits diamond-ice from water
To prick a picture-pableau,
Picorso!

This matchstick pricking a mistake,
This scythe that imitates a rake,
To paint a laugh on Frou-Frou – who?
Pickuckoo

Napoleon’s fresh husk-oh,
Fresh husk on the nap-oh,
Fresh nap on the brush-oh,
Picasso!
Roger Vitrac



The Three Dancers




(research for a essay and presentation - some references ommited)

Tuesday 3 May 2011

Old Man

Old man living lost inside your poor sleeping head.
Old man lying frail in your hospital bed.
Wires coming in and wires coming out.
Blood pouring in and pain pouring out.

Strong fighting man never forgotten.
Memories of men still remain.
I listen to your giggle,
childlike cries.
Your life almost over what "Life" still stays?

I can't bear this.
It isn't right.
Keep fighting. For what?
Simply for fight!

Young once.
We say "What a shame!"
Loved by many.
Still loved the same.

Pray forever that the end is near.
If only we could but the end is fear.

To just drift of in peace instead of this pain.
But so scared that this life is just lost  "tears in rain".

Your life lives so much better than mine.
Tell your stories trapped in your weakening brain.
I am so young so scared of age.
If you really knew about me would you be ashamed?

We are all so worried.
Mean thoughts mean't well - wishing for the end.
Tears in mum's eyes suck up dry.
Her strength remains.
Please don't cry.

Everything so endless.
Tired old man.
Death so confusing,
Your still fighting the facts.

Is this it ?
All thats left?
Is the end nothing?
Empty something?

Cared for like a baby,
Father turned son.
Continuing cycle.
Eternal sun.

Bloodied tissues.
Humiliating sighs.
Will the world give you mercy?
Weary old man.