Welcome to special edition No. 4 point blog
THE JAY YUNG BLOG BLOB APPEAL
Hello. Can you help me please? I fear for the future of my blobs. It’s a very real, serious matter; innocent blobs sentenced to homelessness and death.
I have created a family of blob creatures. When you look at them, they are temporarily playing freeze frame with you. Turn away and they become animated lives again, with their own characteristics, they shuffle around and converse with each other. They want you to love them, that’s why they exude colours that make you want to eat them, but then they are ugly as hell since they won’t submit to magazine beauty. They can’t help how they look, it’s because they are made of and mimic everything around them- from plant cells to comic-strip rabbits.
They have been developing since June 2005, and are reaching the final stage of their evolution. However, they will only enjoy one single degree show week to live as fully formed identities. That’s why I am appealing for your help. Following the closing of the degree show here at DOJ, 27th May, they will not have a home. In such circumstances, they are threatened with instant execution. Through adopting a blob or providing an exhibiting space or storage facilities, you will be giving sculpture a chance.
Here is some information on the blobs history and what you will gain:
It really began with Banana. (See image from Blog Entry 1)
Banana. Plaster, clay, cavity filler, cotton, Filmo clay 153x42x35cm
Whilst teaching English in China, Banana was directly inspired by a pupil’s insult of my being “yellow on the outside and white on the inside”… inferring my Britishness… Plaster, clay and unconventional cavity filler define signs and signifiers that marginalise and incarcerate. The solid, dominating rectangular is too established to shift, within its boundaries stereotypes are drawn and culture is former. But binary division reveals incomplete identity through protruding stalagmite-like forms, pushed to the surface by the primordial filler. Order is disturbed, yet physical centre of Banana remains almost empty. Absence blocks completeness from uniting China-Hong Kong-England. This is the paradox of dystopian mind/body, self/society; impetus to uphold logic is as strong as will to abolish.
Plaster Blobs
These intriguing, awkward forms sit within their surroundings and attach themselves to each other like mute alien pets. Their virgin white plaster surface is etched away, embellished with delicious dripping, rainbow gloss and a schizoid flux of doodles, fabric and neon attachments. Embedded, the media constitutes their distinctive personalities; physical remnants of each blob’s history and memory.
They challenge the linear, morphing in and out like bodily waste. We cannot help but associate each with a function; perhaps of figures reclining, or plant cells interacting. Though cumbersome in their mass and weight hinders, they hint at a secret animated life that can be regrouped, modified or exchanged. In their grotesquely pleasurable biomorphic world, each flirts desire/absence and begs for dialogue with the viewer.
Please contact [email protected] if you can help reach out and save blob lives. Your interest and generosity is greatly appreciated.
