Friday 6 November 2009
Thursday 5 November 2009
Thursday 29 October 2009
thumbs up
lieing,
taking,
crying,
waking,
dancing,
making,
loving,
hating,
lazing,
lip biting,
chain smoking,
trying.
taking,
crying,
waking,
dancing,
making,
loving,
hating,
lazing,
lip biting,
chain smoking,
trying.
Tuesday 27 October 2009
Saturday 24 October 2009
its nearly midnight and all i want with my life is to be your housewife
ill wear ✞ ✞ your ✞ ✞ black eyes
Tuesday 20 October 2009
Thursday 15 October 2009
Monday 5 October 2009
b a s i c s p a c e
-'d --k- -o -i- -n -y ----p --n--h-
-t'- -l- g--- s- ---n-
- --n't --pe
e-- -n- --d
-t'- -l- g--- s- ---n-
- --n't --pe
e-- -n- --d
Tuesday 15 September 2009
i dont ever dream, about you and me
vanilla car crash,
strawberry syrup leaks across the pavement
the chocolate man with a hand gun shoots the dove that kept the ark from sinking
and a message from god is clear,
don’t abuse the ice cream factory at pizza hut.
Thursday 10 September 2009
Sunday 6 September 2009
Saturday 5 September 2009
Friday 4 September 2009
Tuesday 1 September 2009
Wednesday 26 August 2009
Tuesday 25 August 2009
'its nice to see his face used for something other than car insurance'
mutations cont.
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Monday 24 August 2009
an extra dose of mutation...
just to recap:
to follow will be a series of pieces, mostly collage, that intended to explore the idea of mutation, and primarily our reactions to it. a doctor once said that until he came face to face with someone with a severe deformity, that he had not realised how important it was to look at that person without wincing, as not to cause offence. he said that the patient knew exactly what he looked like and there was no need for any of us to highlight this. however flinching at the sight of something uncomfortable is an instinctive reaction, which i think stems initally from pity, rather than disgust.
the following pieces are all on A4, and i decided to keep the scale small so as to force the viewer to really stare into them. to try and make them think about why they find it so difficult to look a mutations and where this stems from, or some shit like that.
-more pieces in previous posts-
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to follow will be a series of pieces, mostly collage, that intended to explore the idea of mutation, and primarily our reactions to it. a doctor once said that until he came face to face with someone with a severe deformity, that he had not realised how important it was to look at that person without wincing, as not to cause offence. he said that the patient knew exactly what he looked like and there was no need for any of us to highlight this. however flinching at the sight of something uncomfortable is an instinctive reaction, which i think stems initally from pity, rather than disgust.
the following pieces are all on A4, and i decided to keep the scale small so as to force the viewer to really stare into them. to try and make them think about why they find it so difficult to look a mutations and where this stems from, or some shit like that.
-more pieces in previous posts-
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Sunday 23 August 2009
Saturday 22 August 2009
Friday 21 August 2009
why cant you look at my melting face?
to follow will be a series of pieces, mostly collage, that intended to explore the idea of mutation, and primarily our reactions to it. a doctor once said that until he came face to face with someone with a severe deformity, that he had not realised how important it was to look at that person without wincing, as not to cause offence. he said that the patient knew exactly what he looked like and there was no need for any of us to highlight this. however flinching at the sight of something uncomfortable is an instinctive reaction, which i think stems initally from pity, rather than disgust.
the following pieces are all on A4, and i decided to keep the scale small so as to force the viewer to really stare into them. to try and make them think about why they find it so difficult to look a mutations and where this stems from, or some shit like that.
CLICK TO ENLARGE
the following pieces are all on A4, and i decided to keep the scale small so as to force the viewer to really stare into them. to try and make them think about why they find it so difficult to look a mutations and where this stems from, or some shit like that.
CLICK TO ENLARGE
Sunday 19 July 2009
se xx y indeed
http://www.myspace.com/thexx
the xx-
these hypnotic south londoners have been whispering in my ear ever since the start of the year and have so far guided me safely from the romantic breakdowns of january to the shitty rainy haven of july. but i would definately not be here, and not in this (given imperfect but-) pleasently alright state, without their irresistable power. rarer to find than an actual warm chicken bake from greggs on a cold summers day is to find is a band that sparks an instant connection on such a personal level that they actually affect the way you think about your life and the decisions you make that day. which is percisely what ive found with this band. theres something almost numbing about their music, a peacful numbing like. maybe the xx could be dope for the skint generation.
they immediately grabbed themselves the 4 'top played' spaces on my new laptop's itunes. come valentines, they were still holding pole positions, more than 20 plays above the mae shi, kotki dwa and moldy peaches who straggled behind.
same story for st georges day. and then it was my birthday, through which i found myself coaxed, transfixed by their delicate sound. for me this delicacy feels like the raw product of a fiery rage, the origin - a deeply personal angst, that is wielded and directed, moulded and compressed, swirled through a ricketty, magical d.i.y music factory with webs of steaming copper pipes and little umpa-lumpas in cocorosie tshirts, before trickling out of the otherside in the form of balearic sonic heaven.
this is easily the most exciting bunch of mp3 demos ive listened to since jamie t's pre release mixtapes/early album leakage.
headrush at the fact im seeing both in the next few months!
crystalised, the xx
on young turks
debut album out soon
a good mate of mine thinks the singer would look like eminem if he was bald?
hes oddly handsome though. (rather unlike eminzemz)
the xx-
these hypnotic south londoners have been whispering in my ear ever since the start of the year and have so far guided me safely from the romantic breakdowns of january to the shitty rainy haven of july. but i would definately not be here, and not in this (given imperfect but-) pleasently alright state, without their irresistable power. rarer to find than an actual warm chicken bake from greggs on a cold summers day is to find is a band that sparks an instant connection on such a personal level that they actually affect the way you think about your life and the decisions you make that day. which is percisely what ive found with this band. theres something almost numbing about their music, a peacful numbing like. maybe the xx could be dope for the skint generation.
they immediately grabbed themselves the 4 'top played' spaces on my new laptop's itunes. come valentines, they were still holding pole positions, more than 20 plays above the mae shi, kotki dwa and moldy peaches who straggled behind.
same story for st georges day. and then it was my birthday, through which i found myself coaxed, transfixed by their delicate sound. for me this delicacy feels like the raw product of a fiery rage, the origin - a deeply personal angst, that is wielded and directed, moulded and compressed, swirled through a ricketty, magical d.i.y music factory with webs of steaming copper pipes and little umpa-lumpas in cocorosie tshirts, before trickling out of the otherside in the form of balearic sonic heaven.
this is easily the most exciting bunch of mp3 demos ive listened to since jamie t's pre release mixtapes/early album leakage.
headrush at the fact im seeing both in the next few months!
crystalised, the xx
on young turks
debut album out soon
a good mate of mine thinks the singer would look like eminem if he was bald?
hes oddly handsome though. (rather unlike eminzemz)
Wednesday 8 July 2009
oh precious, precious precious taft.
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oil paints on hexagonal canvas in a sink (hexagonal canvas costs 2£ less than rectangular, fact)
study from
xfactor and the likes really need to up the bar. i mean comeon, think how much mobilephones have improved since 1983! so how come were stuck watching men fart into microphones?
i love you precious, i really love you, you and your little black dress, you and your little face, oh precious, that was beautiful
Sunday 5 July 2009
sorry for ringing last night mrs police lady, it might have been a false alarm...
impromptu house parties are definately one of the only small joys of our fucking waste generation. that is, of course, unless its your turn to be the hostess with the moststress. and yes, it has to be your turn sometime, so none of this im-a-goer-not-a-thrower catshit!
although after forcing yourself to drink three times as many rum shots as you can handle, purely to drown the constant worry about whether or not your skitzy mate will freak and spitroast the rabbit, theres nothing better than rooting out 20 stinkin teens on sunday morning and grinning inside, knowing that at least 5 of them will let you vom up in their bathroom sometime within the next year because of your sacrifice this weekend.
last night, and this morning, and then that heavenly bout of time inbetween where no thoughts exist apart from the required concentration to hang off each other and jump around to modern lovers, are the three vital stages of a properly correct british house bash.
within these three stages are several standard situations that can be ticked off along side the obvious crates and bottles, DIY ipod/amplifier stereos and your mischevious bunch of chums, to ensure true authentication of this pitiful english tradition.
* pool action; fully clothed, unclothed, consented, unconsented.
* grizzly monch; impulse trips throughout the night to the local 24/7 to buy mr kippling cakes and crisps, prawn crackers, chicken curry and cocopops.
* mid party bedroom squat; 3am mass retreats into the smallest bedroom in the house and acoustic set including a dock of the bay cover .
* waking up to some new wall art; group midnight painting sessions including on each other, the walls, windowsillx and roof, finding war poetry written by your window.
* chain smokers galore; dirty mid party scavving, zippo lighters and homemade lighter fuel.
* vicious arguments amongst the girls, mindless playfights
* mid party baths; and maybe or maybe not silhoutted steamy bath action, partly visible from the garden, thanks to the pitch black night and bright white lightbulbs.
* the pikey nutter drinking stella that tries to crash in.
* complaining neighbours on your doorstep in navy blue dressing gowns.
* SOMEONE sicking up on the floor to roof glass slidey door
* and of course the classic jack daniels/white lightening toxic cocktail induced temporary romance.
top it off by waking up with different coloured skin due to an early morning paint fight and you'll probably succeed in sorting out your wet, sticky and fragile circle of friends with shit to chat about for the next few hours.
just make sure you have a couple of them who love you enough to stick around to help rebuild the house and wash up the 25 dutty plates, pint glasses, fathers day mugs and plastic 'beakers'. special thanks to kate hydeh fiona and oliver.
oh and make sure you keep tabs on who goes home in your clothes. what to wear for the next 5 days!?
although after forcing yourself to drink three times as many rum shots as you can handle, purely to drown the constant worry about whether or not your skitzy mate will freak and spitroast the rabbit, theres nothing better than rooting out 20 stinkin teens on sunday morning and grinning inside, knowing that at least 5 of them will let you vom up in their bathroom sometime within the next year because of your sacrifice this weekend.
last night, and this morning, and then that heavenly bout of time inbetween where no thoughts exist apart from the required concentration to hang off each other and jump around to modern lovers, are the three vital stages of a properly correct british house bash.
within these three stages are several standard situations that can be ticked off along side the obvious crates and bottles, DIY ipod/amplifier stereos and your mischevious bunch of chums, to ensure true authentication of this pitiful english tradition.
* pool action; fully clothed, unclothed, consented, unconsented.
* grizzly monch; impulse trips throughout the night to the local 24/7 to buy mr kippling cakes and crisps, prawn crackers, chicken curry and cocopops.
* mid party bedroom squat; 3am mass retreats into the smallest bedroom in the house and acoustic set including a dock of the bay cover .
* waking up to some new wall art; group midnight painting sessions including on each other, the walls, windowsillx and roof, finding war poetry written by your window.
* chain smokers galore; dirty mid party scavving, zippo lighters and homemade lighter fuel.
* vicious arguments amongst the girls, mindless playfights
* mid party baths; and maybe or maybe not silhoutted steamy bath action, partly visible from the garden, thanks to the pitch black night and bright white lightbulbs.
* the pikey nutter drinking stella that tries to crash in.
* complaining neighbours on your doorstep in navy blue dressing gowns.
* SOMEONE sicking up on the floor to roof glass slidey door
* and of course the classic jack daniels/white lightening toxic cocktail induced temporary romance.
top it off by waking up with different coloured skin due to an early morning paint fight and you'll probably succeed in sorting out your wet, sticky and fragile circle of friends with shit to chat about for the next few hours.
just make sure you have a couple of them who love you enough to stick around to help rebuild the house and wash up the 25 dutty plates, pint glasses, fathers day mugs and plastic 'beakers'. special thanks to kate hydeh fiona and oliver.
oh and make sure you keep tabs on who goes home in your clothes. what to wear for the next 5 days!?
Friday 3 July 2009
mother, please stop taking uppers!
requiem for a dream - 2000
definately one of those, sit in pure silent awe, staring at the credits for at least half an hour after its ended, sort of films.
its the killa scratch/cut visual stuff and one of the best wardrobes ever, along with the ginger mom and mean soundtrack that means requiem kicks human traffic up the arse for me.
this is without doubt the film to you find yourself forcing upon other messy youths, crackfox-eyed at some warehouse party, eating coco pops out of a cullender in digbeth at 3 in the morning.
where else are you going to see the epic rise and fall of three brooklyn junkies (and one of said junkies ginger, jewish mother) all within two hours??? not even jezza kyle is gonna give you that shit.
warning: contains heroin fueled ass to ass lesbian dildo action that some viewers may find disturbing/erotic/disturbingly erotic
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0180093/
Monday 22 June 2009
visual metaphoric propaganda in opposition to Bhs
click to view in full
dont sell your soul, its not worth it
(mr rooney)
Thursday 18 June 2009
some art
reading through this months dazed&confused, which charminlgy arrived on cue through my letterbox this morning, im feeling much inspired by the article examining 35 fresh faced do-er-ers actually getting on with something.
so ive decided to start uploading odd bits of art that ive got lieing the house, inside my hardrive and lapped on my bedroom walls, instead of leaving it to gather dust and/or piles of clothes ontop of them.
its difficult to pick what to kick off with really.
thought id start with some older work ive got lieing about. i suppose this ones not so much driving the whole house mad by taking up physical space, but it is most definately hogging some precious mb's that id like to allocate to a sukpatch album.
PS ITS NOT FITTING ON SO CLICK TO ENGLARGE THAT MOFO
took to photo on a manual focus halina camera over new years in le marais, paris, i think, either that or covent garden.
so ive decided to start uploading odd bits of art that ive got lieing the house, inside my hardrive and lapped on my bedroom walls, instead of leaving it to gather dust and/or piles of clothes ontop of them.
its difficult to pick what to kick off with really.
thought id start with some older work ive got lieing about. i suppose this ones not so much driving the whole house mad by taking up physical space, but it is most definately hogging some precious mb's that id like to allocate to a sukpatch album.
PS ITS NOT FITTING ON SO CLICK TO ENGLARGE THAT MOFO
took to photo on a manual focus halina camera over new years in le marais, paris, i think, either that or covent garden.
Saturday 13 June 2009
Thursday 28 May 2009
jibbering
evening.
today was humid and i got to wear a just tshirt (and obviously legally required below waist garments) to town which hasnt happened for a fair few months!
today ive been listening, yet again too jamie t's new single almost on repeat. ahhh, how i love youth.
theres an unstoppable charm to this fella
im really excited for his second album! i actually believe it has the rare oppertunity to nearly match the brilliance of the debut album.
personally i think panic prevention is the best album of our geenrationish so far. its beautifully honest, manically rebellious and has such a depth and such a raw energy that i dont feel has been captured by many other people in the last ten years.
definately my favourite album!
if youve never given it a listen i definately reccomend it! although the original moment captured by the album upon its release and the time it caught and propelled forward have possibly moved on i still count every song as an undying classic.
today i went to jibbering art on floodgate street in digbeth, birmingham. i went with my good friend sinead. its a really cool space with two floors, currently being used as exhibition space but the decks above the stairs in the left hand corner suggest they throw some mean parties too.
the current exhibiton was a hectic fusion of street and gallery art. the conjunction of these two usual opposites added to the freshness and the intruige of the pieces. it seemed to feature work from local and non local artists, mostly aerosol and acrylic pieces.
my favourite were the franics bacon-esque almost spaceman portraits, by french artist/rapper/actor/editor JAYBO.
seriously! look at these beauties, its like bacon stabbing picasso in the face with a firework, i bloody love it!
they were really wack. id really like to try out some aerosol one day! stencils!
id definately reccomend checking it out, even if it was just for the soun installation piece. theres something very unnerving about walking up a stairwell surrounded by hanging spraycans each containing a small speaker and shooting out a spraying noise. watch you back kids.
heres the website, http://www.jibberingart.co.uk/ , and thats the line steppers exhibiton, but its only on till the end of may, so snatch up tthe oppertunity and bowl down to eastside for some sun and wiggy wasp art.
today was humid and i got to wear a just tshirt (and obviously legally required below waist garments) to town which hasnt happened for a fair few months!
today ive been listening, yet again too jamie t's new single almost on repeat. ahhh, how i love youth.
theres an unstoppable charm to this fella
im really excited for his second album! i actually believe it has the rare oppertunity to nearly match the brilliance of the debut album.
personally i think panic prevention is the best album of our geenrationish so far. its beautifully honest, manically rebellious and has such a depth and such a raw energy that i dont feel has been captured by many other people in the last ten years.
definately my favourite album!
if youve never given it a listen i definately reccomend it! although the original moment captured by the album upon its release and the time it caught and propelled forward have possibly moved on i still count every song as an undying classic.
today i went to jibbering art on floodgate street in digbeth, birmingham. i went with my good friend sinead. its a really cool space with two floors, currently being used as exhibition space but the decks above the stairs in the left hand corner suggest they throw some mean parties too.
the current exhibiton was a hectic fusion of street and gallery art. the conjunction of these two usual opposites added to the freshness and the intruige of the pieces. it seemed to feature work from local and non local artists, mostly aerosol and acrylic pieces.
my favourite were the franics bacon-esque almost spaceman portraits, by french artist/rapper/actor/editor JAYBO.
seriously! look at these beauties, its like bacon stabbing picasso in the face with a firework, i bloody love it!
they were really wack. id really like to try out some aerosol one day! stencils!
id definately reccomend checking it out, even if it was just for the soun installation piece. theres something very unnerving about walking up a stairwell surrounded by hanging spraycans each containing a small speaker and shooting out a spraying noise. watch you back kids.
heres the website, http://www.jibberingart.co.uk/ , and thats the line steppers exhibiton, but its only on till the end of may, so snatch up tthe oppertunity and bowl down to eastside for some sun and wiggy wasp art.
Wednesday 27 May 2009
its slightly awful
but im already foreplanning tomorrows post.
aqquiring new addictions is an ungodly habbit.
aqquiring new addictions is an ungodly habbit.
resurections
so i finally fell asleep this morning at six, no thanks to blaring sun from about four am onwards. how is it birds can get up so early and pierce through my double glazing?
now haven't used this in ages and ive decided im going to try and resurect it! no mean feat this blogging business. im hoping to shower it with music, art and general writings but im not sure how consistant i can be! i am however, slightly inadequately equipped at the moment, with no printer, scanner or decent camera, so getting a stream of work to share might take me a few weeks. i think im going to have to stop spending all my money on rosé, taxis, malboro lights and cheapo clothes yes?
im thinking ill ease into it with a simple list.
i really like lists. i think they are a store for knowledge or thoughts or something, just incase i forget my five top bridges in birmingham or something.
im not keen on orders in list though, none of this 10,9,8,7,countdown business, prioritising is extremely difficult!
now haven't used this in ages and ive decided im going to try and resurect it! no mean feat this blogging business. im hoping to shower it with music, art and general writings but im not sure how consistant i can be! i am however, slightly inadequately equipped at the moment, with no printer, scanner or decent camera, so getting a stream of work to share might take me a few weeks. i think im going to have to stop spending all my money on rosé, taxis, malboro lights and cheapo clothes yes?
im thinking ill ease into it with a simple list.
i really like lists. i think they are a store for knowledge or thoughts or something, just incase i forget my five top bridges in birmingham or something.
im not keen on orders in list though, none of this 10,9,8,7,countdown business, prioritising is extremely difficult!
biggest pop tarts
lady gaga
katy perry
lady from the ting tings x2
madge
fergie
lady gaga
katy perry
lady from the ting tings x2
madge
fergie
Tuesday 27 January 2009
its been a turbulant start to 2009, not only for me, but seemingly for the entire population!
its been full of birthdays, shit being stolen, moral decisions, torn hearts, rapey gits, nicknamed one night lovers, strangers houses, new friends, lateness, dressing down and general hustlllllin, oh and most dramatically! breakups!
what on earth is going on?
a mate suggested maybe its because everyone has became fat over christmas?
or maybe its the daunting idea of spending another entire year in your tiring relationship??
fair enough i suppose if we see the year as a chance to start afresh - but should we not at least wait untill its above 0 degrees to leave our lovers in the rain alone?
hair dilemma;
- if i get this wedge haircut, and awaydays comes out next month and gets sketted, will it reflect badly on me?
also there was a fire at the co-op today!
feadz @ chicks dig jerks this saturday!
feadz is bangin, time to get lowwwwwwwwww
meowpow, enjoy the end of january
x
its been full of birthdays, shit being stolen, moral decisions, torn hearts, rapey gits, nicknamed one night lovers, strangers houses, new friends, lateness, dressing down and general hustlllllin, oh and most dramatically! breakups!
what on earth is going on?
a mate suggested maybe its because everyone has became fat over christmas?
or maybe its the daunting idea of spending another entire year in your tiring relationship??
fair enough i suppose if we see the year as a chance to start afresh - but should we not at least wait untill its above 0 degrees to leave our lovers in the rain alone?
hair dilemma;
- if i get this wedge haircut, and awaydays comes out next month and gets sketted, will it reflect badly on me?
also there was a fire at the co-op today!
feadz @ chicks dig jerks this saturday!
feadz is bangin, time to get lowwwwwwwwww
meowpow, enjoy the end of january
x
Thursday 15 January 2009
bomb the busses
invisible ice and my boots are worn out because the bus fair's too high?
still perhaps poor times could be just what england needs,
maybe if we can no longer rely on our wallets then perhaps we shall depend more upon each other, because when it boils down to it, thats all we have.
this morning we found a dead fox in the garden.
although i doubt my dog killed it if he doesent even get up off the bloody chair when i get home
wow, the luring beauty of a fox corpse
still perhaps poor times could be just what england needs,
maybe if we can no longer rely on our wallets then perhaps we shall depend more upon each other, because when it boils down to it, thats all we have.
this morning we found a dead fox in the garden.
although i doubt my dog killed it if he doesent even get up off the bloody chair when i get home
wow, the luring beauty of a fox corpse
Thursday 1 January 2009
parisian observations
i got back from paris today after hauling my 7kg hold all from etoile.
heres what i noticed about the city:
drive wherever you want
smoke wherever you want
wee anywhere
good metro
lots of nutters
lazy eatern european female hold-a-sign tramps x a few
crazy vintage shops with little ladders and platforms and staircases
women in stilettos and fur
beautiful buildings
lots of monoprix
few police
people eating seafood for breakfast
lots of muscians
long haired boys
girls in trenchcoats
strutting
the overhead is really good
people setting fireworks off in their hands
hearing americans EVERYWHERE
sitting down and drawing is acceptable
heres what i noticed about the city:
drive
smoke
wee anywh
good metro
lots of nutte
lazy eater
crazy
women
beaut
lots of monop
few polic
peopl
lots of musci
long haire
girls
strut
the overh
peopl
heari
sitti
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