It’s difficult to talk about previous work. It’s been a while and although I want to make new work I feel like I need to revise everything and post it here so I can see the journey from the beginning til my degree show. I’m crazy I don’t know what I’m doing?? Got to do my draft still for Tuesday, I have spent all week in front of the computer, the bed behind is covered with books, have been from ebay, to Gumtree, to Facebook, to reading books that don’t necesarily have nothing to do with my dissertation subject but all so interesting! I’m easy distracted. I have managed, however, to apply for the Future Generation Art Prize this week, but one of the descriptions for the work was just BAD. I had three glasses of red wine in despair and by the time I had to fill up the 3rd work, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I had the chance to send 7 works but I just couldn’t face writing about them all. It’s a shame because it would have been nice to give them a bigger portfolio but the three works will have to do. I need to keep applying for things, I can’t stop, it is all about being constant.
The ceramic dolls series are experiments with an approach to collage? or just anothe experiment to see where they will lead me. I bought around twenty ceramic dolls from a charity shop, they were all different, each one dressed up with different folk costumes from all over the world. Some of the costumes are beautiful, with so much detail. Ceramic dolls look very evil to me, there is an association with creepiness and they created an uncanny effect on me. Not sure why, but those are not too bad I must say.
Playing with tights and stuffing them with the dolls, resembling like sausages to me. One after the other, rigid, trapped in the net like stuffed and squashed meat. Is it me reflecting on how media these days try to impose on us with an ideal of beauty for us to follow? Do we all look the same? A factory of style, a factory of beauty and correctness…
(Save by the bell, school run, phew)
“There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.”
― Dante Alighieri
“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
― Marcel Proust
“We are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
― Carson McCullers
“His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.”
“I’d trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.”
― Kris Kristofferson
“Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a tiny world in the vastness, for a couple of moments in the immensity of time, we were one.”
― Ann Druyan
“When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, ‘It’s not the days that are old, it’s you that’s old.’ I hate the good old days. What is important is that today is good.”
― Karl Lagerfeld
― Groucho Marx
It’s carnival time in my studio.
NOTE: Not sure why images are horizontal
Mikhail Bakhtin’s four categories of the carnivalistic sense of the world: 1. Familiar and free interaction between people: carnival often brought the unlikely of people together and encouraged the interaction and free expression of themselves in unity. 2. Eccentric behaviour: unacceptable behaviour is welcomed and accepted in carnival, and one’s natural behaviour can be revealed without the consequences. 3.Carnivalistic misalliances: familiar and free format of carnival allows everything that may normally be separated to reunite- Heaven and Hell, the young and the old, etc. 4. Sacrilegious: Bakhtin believed that carnival allowed for Sacrilegious events to occur without the need for punishment. Bakhtin believed that these kinds of categories are creative theatrical expressions of manifested life experiences in the form of sensual ritualistic performances.
La comedienne (The comedian), 2014
Coloured pencil
Four drawings of the series of photographs created with the lampshades. I like the deadpan of the expressions, the absurdity, the body languague. The movement was restrained with the lampshades, does this want to represent entrapment within the domestic house… ? The household objects become part of the body… like the Louise Bourgeois’s drawings in the Femme Maison series…
And I just found this video of Charles Aznavour singing La Boheme and I’m intrigued and astonished by the expressions of his hands and how we feels this song so much. This is pure passion. What a beautiful song. <3 La boheme…
