Alright, i don't have time to write no shpool about what i've been doing, and any way i find it boring, all i can say is, its been bloody mental, but been enjoying every moment of it, And you are all invited to the show…
Here's my last work whilst being a student,Its called:
"i use to be a fighter pilot, now i'm just an artist"
but not my degree show piece, you'll have to come to the show to see what that it.
all the best…
we compsed and concieved of a work inside a railway wagon. to simply light. to simply harness a point in the electromagnetic spectrum of some 25W x 50 to enliven a narrative that could be read from multiple trajectories.
the creativity was more in a function of the mode of display rather than in the particular object. It was, what it was. Bold and reflective, old and reflexive.
consolidated in two days, exhausted
It was in the face of thousand as they poured through the doors of Spike Island in search of answers. blind and bigoted, brave and intrigued, it was social and smiling back at institution, it was free and behind bars, it was gold and it was the open road.
If one person thought for more than a second then i would be happy, but maybe i'll never know
here's to woody, conspirator and comrade.
Thousands were there for a big opening
closing time,
re-setting failed buttons to type rope,
re-logging spaces that have become many iostopes,
re-imaging the what could have been done wrong better,
re-peating what i'd thought i'd got rid of,
re-hoping that metal and bricks match better that red paint and nylon string.
re-conceiving of the sunny days spent inside,
re-editing vice versa's the someone once loved
re-hashing the stuff that i forgot about,
re-amusing one thoughts that were too dark to mention
re-aquainting with friends i already know,
re-establishing sanity with morning cups of tea.
re-shifting a trunchen concrete stubborness.
re-fining mass conglomerations of forests and wide woodlands
re-focusing on a world that showed me black and white
re-meshing meshes that caught on my jacket
re-bruzing bruzes
re-faking fakes
re-telling stories
re-torting
The 'Crisis' of the work in clarity, the accident the artwork ... expression universally sought, as much by terrorists as by artists - contemporary activists in the age of globalization and the complexities of the asethetics of return and eternal return,. The solid 1 ton weight of sculpture the monochrome black of painting. The disruption of the 'Status Quo'.
