University of Dundee

Hello reader,  

Be you dedicated blogoree since day one, or just visiting to find out more about my art practice; 

mostly

THANK YOU =>>>> for blogging on with me

The degree show boot was as expected; leathery and steel capped, so university days already seem like a distant surreal memory, erasing themselves like Aha’s ‘Take On Me’.  I’ve got my professional hat at the ready; I need to.  Luckily always this and not dungarees with paint on.  Phew.

I hope that this unravelling online account of my practice over the past month has given you a refreshing insight into my art passions, capabilities and aspirations. I have sought to provide an honest slice of my art dreams-dashes and day-to-day jouissance.  I can safely surmise that it’s been quite a rollercoaster and I am only at Chesington; Alton Towers still to come.

Here’s to a future of :

quality art for me and you that makes me relish that sublime moment despite any stressful, crap, penniless times to come.  I hope I can carry on making because I don’t know how not to now. That’s also thanks to Dundee Uni: the tutors, technicians, office secretaries and security… It was all just right for me.  It helped me get here, and that’s not too bad. 

HOPE

I hope people continue to smile or raise their eyebrows when they look at my work.  That’s the ultimate because I can hear their cogs working, when they stand, observing, reach out to touch, or return with a friend, that’s what makes me think; artist almost? No not artist, more, a 3D renderer of Bill Bryson’s inner workings.  Ok, an artist.

Thanks to the entire A-N team, from editorial to IT to subscription, you are indeed a genuinely sound bunch who inspire art and are art inspired.  You care to nurture the talent and it’s been bloborific: theraupeutic, routine to the art madness, challenging and fulfilling; a site to trace what I have done this year and how. If you ever get the invitation to blog here, reach. Hopefully Happy Birthday 25 A-N will have me for an update in the future…

The Blobs take their bow for now;

All the best, Blobbing off,

Kai-Oi Jay Yung
(interdisciplinary artist)

>>>>Let’s make good art for she he you me 

Spurrrrghh hehu huh. Get off, not the Oscarts you know.  Blob head.

“Jay Yung’s weirdly beautiful anthropomorphic sculptures somehow combine cellular imagery with an ice cream and fairy-cake aesthetic” Moira Jeffrey, The Herald, 26 May 2006

“Waste is turned into an art form… Jay Yung’s interactive head turning exhibition embraces rubbish as an art form” Chester Chronicle, 16 November 2005

“A cacophony of exuberant work…its starting point the tension between two identities manifests itself as… order versus chaos or beauty versus ugliness” Dundee University, May 2006

“Get your blobs out” Nuts, hopefully never

Got

First Class Honours, BA (Hons) Fine Art, University of Dundee 2006
BA (Hons) French Language and Literature, Sheffield University, 1999, 2:1

Prizes/Awards 2005-6

The William Armstrong Davidson Prize
Alan Woods Memorial Prize
Chinese Arts Centre, Manchester, Professional Artist Development Scheme

Shortlisted

They Had Four Years 2007, Generator Projects, Dundee
The Wimberley Medal     

Tell Me
[email protected]
http://www.chinese-arts-centre.org/mpn/story.php?sid=745

The Future 2006:  Exhibitions/Activity

June:
A-N
On the Front Cover: ‘Future Forecast’ 2006

Friday 23 June
The Wormhole Salon III, The Whitechapel Gallery, East London
7-11pm
http://www.whitechapel.org/content.php?page_id=2592
http://www.newtoy.org/MENU6.swf

30 June – 1 July
NAN High Tides and Low Lights

July

Blurring The Neatline, The Embassy Galleries, Edinburgh17 June – 16 July
14 July: Trampoline video event, Live projections from a roaming vehicle: sites including Edinburgh castle, Cowgate Bridge, Museum of Scotland
http://www.blurringtheneatline.org/index.htm

August

Cove Park Springboard Residency, Scotland, invitation courtesy artist/tutor Graham Fagen
http://www.covepark.org/AboutUs.htm

September

Video Projections: The Old Blue Last, London, in conjunction with Vice Magazine, 2006

Thank You:

Graham Fagen, http://www.grahamfagen.com/
Matthew Dalziel http://www.dalzielscullion.com/
Derrick Guild http://www.artnet.com/artist/7540/derrick-guild.html
Clive Gillman, Dundee Contemporary Arts, http://www.thecourier.co.uk/output/2005/01/27/newsstory6757663t0.asp
Phong Van Dam, Alan Greigg
Eddie Summerton (for letting me on the course)
Jenny Brownrigg, Dundee Uni, http://www.exhibitions.dundee.ac.uk/
>>>>Debbie Chan: fairyartmother: here’s to all to come
http://www.chinese-arts-centre.org/mpn/index.php

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Dearest Blog 11,

The Black Period- Monday 5 to Sunday 11 June only

Hello there. Well?

Starting to get my breath back, following a month of factor ten whirlwind dervishness, intensified by my rental contract ending at the same time.

So, here I am back in the North West.

Unfortunately, it did not start off too great. Not because I am touching the void. Hel, no! That’s yet to smoulder.

The combination of bird poo and 888 did not foretell cookie fortune, much the opposite. En route from Dundee to Manchester, my rucksack was stolen.

Of course, it contained my two books filled with three years of paintings and sketches- they marked the progression of my cell aesthetic into schismic doodle, this plus all documentation of degree show ( 8 rolls of slides and film) not to mention £450 Minolta camera (Hong Kong), passport and all credit cards etc plus ipod for good measure.

The remaining five bags safely returned with me. They contain collage material- i.e old receipts, nik naks found in the street, bits of wood and general sCrap.

Typical.

I am not really sure how to handle this loss, I am feeling upset and angry, primarily because such original paintings are useless to the thieves, and will probably end up in the bin nowhere nothank between Dundee and Manchester. Broxden roundabout?

The irony of it all. Did the Chapmans feel this need to lament on Momart crisis? Something signals no. Probably the team reproducing copies of Hell for an oncoming show.

Moreover, this loss is compounded by a certain ‘cry wolf homework syndrome’.

Documentation is the currency for installation and now I ma definitely skint. I have a soupcon that "Jay cannot provide evidence of her previous show or drawing/painting development since her art work was stolen en route Megabus by the masked art highwayman" will be shunned by future exhibitors.

The feeling of losing art: something so precious and personal is grieving process which feels almost wrong. It’s irreplaceable material stuff but  akin to the loss of a loved one. You feel almost ashamed that you harbour such emotion- Greek myth reveals adulation of one’s own art work fates being poked in eyes by a big sparrow then turned into bat with no wings over 3000 years. Horror war.

Doom and gloom.

Wabbit: [rustle rustle] Hang on. Everything’s dispensable, you really shouldn’t get precious, author’s dead, long live post-modern bin bag.

Hurrah atta spirit!!! Blobs say Ho!!!!!

Jay: Wabbit get back into your bubble wrap. Oh pants ye, I am auratic and my drawings transcended all humanity into the cosmos. Past Go, over Sun Ra and into oblivion.

Wabbit: oh dear… splobble

Jay: See ya in the next and almost final blog. I have three days to wallow in sulk.