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)
