I felt that this was my most successful performance to date. It’s be fitting that I feel some closure to my time at University of Worcester. I must send my thanks to all the lecturers who have helped me over […]
The NAWM work was mixed in with the likes of Richard Billingham which added to the importance of the exhibition. the small photograph an artist from NAWM sat conformably next to Billingham’s Photograph. the art work was displayed this way […]
Today is hand in day!!!! The end of one journey will start another. In a way my final show will be a combination of all my performances and i particular key elements from the two above. Crows (2017) and Tar […]
Artists involved Brian Catling – Founding Member Anet van de Elzen – Founding member Denys Blacker Aaron Williamson Ralf Wendt Kirsten Norrie A group of artists That often work along or together, their performances tend to feed of each other. […]
Milk and Blood and Fanko B is something that I can really appreciate. Franko B makes his own costumes (?) or at least designs them. He has political basis to this work but though the name suggests that there is […]
John Wood and Paul Harrison are collaborative artists from Bristol I saw their exhibition in London. They make these performances but prior to them making and filming the performance. Like me they make films of the performances along with their […]
Michael Dean is known mainly for his sculpture work but I found this performance which relates to my performance Stretch. The shouting and Crowd control is something inspiring. This is something that I can take reference from. The performance is […]
Tar and I. (2017) Post Trump 2017.
“After a stop at a nearby wharf to pick up a barrel of tar (at some point, down-filled pillows, perhaps taken from Malcom’s own house, were also collected), the crowd, which now numbered more than a thousand people, hauled Malcom […]
I used: Ritz Crackers Custard fishbowl I thought of the items as boring British items following the instructions given to be about the routine of British prisoners by Micheal Foucault I washed my hands and face in custard. I proceeded […]
As I was looking at something so architectural as the panopticon, I wanted to bring in something sculptural into my performances. I devised a ‘stage’ a wooden frame which took up and commanded the space. I see the gallery space […]
I stand under the sun, it glares its all seeing eye down on my bare skin. I shout and scream, Im not heard. The lights of control take a hold, I’m retained in the autonomous glow of subduction, you have […]