Friday, January 19, 2007

Critical Practice 2

Hi Everyone!

Happy New Year!

I was checking my emails, and I always get these illusions sent through from my uncle so Im gonna try and put the links up. They're pavement art, very impressive I think. Right here goes,
i don't think that worked very well, hang on let me try again, this could take a while
oh pants!
im gonna write it, flippin eck its long

Im hoping these link thingamy magigys don't take you into my email account - not that there's much to see there anyway.
Otherwise perhaps if you're really interested you could google 'pavement art'?
If you get to see the spiderman one, check out the artists expression, he looks really freaked out!

I was talking to a couple of people in the group today, and I never realised how many people do actually read this blog! And also its really nice cause I know I did put some things on here a while ago but I don't understand where they are - perhaps I should reach a bit higher so I understand? Has anyone got a ladder I could borrow? haha -sense of humour not my 'forte' Im afraid.

Talking about ladders! In a painting tutorial a few weeks ago, one of the girls(this is really bad because I can't remember her name - she's in studio practice though). She presented her paintings which had loads of stairs in them, some of them even reminded me of escalators. The more we discussed them, it was amazing the way they represent so many things.

I mean theres the stereotypical dreams, or perhaps nightmares where there are never ending stairs and you go round and round(ive never actually had one, but think I saw one on a film - or maybe i Was dreaming) anyway, isn't it supposed to kind of represent a feeling, trying to get somewhere, but its never ending, you're going up and its hard work, and you can't always see where your going. It gets lonesome too.

Of course theres another way to look at it, that you're going higher, closer to the sky, like the pyramids, steps closer to the gods, closer to higher or different beings.

Then if you think of being higher, there's this notion of hiensight, say for example if you're in battle (as you do in all your chain links) that you can see the enemy coming.

I mean all these points will have their arguments, REpercussions etc.. Probably Charlie will think of falling and Bas JanAder now ive mentioned height (that was made in good humour!).

Thinking about it while im writing (2 things at once - please note, doesn't often happen), that's what we're all doing, right now, and over certainly the last year, we're climbing stairs, we want to get somewhere but we don't exactly know where, sometimes we trip and sometimes we skip a step. And I see the tutors, teachers as giving usthe little stools to reach that little higher, and sometimes there is cross steps (i couldn't think of a stair version for cross roads - peter, you're good at making up words with you're cyfox_is that how you spell it_, maybe you can help me out with that one!) and so we might take a staircase with smaller steps or that wind round to much diverting where we wanna go that we don't know about, But that's our decisions.

And its very difficult to climb stairs all the time, let alone when theres lots of people, and everybodys different, so we have diffenent staircases, and we will (i find) tend to concentrate, focus on walking up that staircase, even if we want to help other people and experience other peoples staircases)some have carpet, some are wooden, some metal etc) we sometimes don't seem to have the time, or energy - however selfish - there is no malice i think. I know that during xmas, there was a lot to do, I was 100% focused on each step. I could'nt take an lift or escalator because that would be cheating, and escalators break down. I didn't wanna help anyone else up there stairs I just wanted someone to ive me a bit of a pull. But Im not a todddler. I know how to climb stairs. And I climbed them all the way to the third floor at London Met where I saw everyone in our group. All knackered from the climb but relieved to see eachother and refreshed from the results at the top.

I think Ive got a bit carried away, but im blogging right now cause ive had enough of doodling, im not tired (maybe i should climb some stairs - haha, ----I should just stop with the lame jokes).
My flatmates have all gone to bed and I wanted to share my thoughts or non thoughts at the time with you because all though I don't understand all the time, and Im not the closest of friends with some people. YOU ALL IMSPIRE ME! YOU ALL MAKE ME LAUGH! YOU ALL MAKE ME FEEL! THANK YOU.

Im just gonna prepare my hiking boots for the next set of sodding stairs.!

P.S The artwork with staircases were definately meant for going up and not down. If anyone's thinking of being clever, cause I know we have a new clever clogs that's joined the blog - hello james!

Monday, January 08, 2007

A minor panic ....

I've noticed on our timetable that tomorrow (9th) and the following Tuesday have been allotted to 'presentations' and we will each have a slot, which will be pinned up blah blah ....

Erm, can anyone enlighten us on what this about because other than handing my texts tomorrow, I'm not sure....??

Concerned, Rie....x

Kimberleys Ten to one



Kimberley's Walk

I'm hoping there's no-one at the hatch. I need a clear passage out the door, no hold ups, got colours to collect and the time is right. The faces i know are never far, but right now i don't want to see them, i'll get distracted.
On the move, straight out, first right towards the hanging wall of lights in the distance. It's a busy evening, cold street lamps reflect in the fresh puddles that dapple the concrete. I squint, the lamps throw beams to the ground and out like limbs of stars. Eyes to the floor, past the dirty yellow lines marking out the privacy areas, i make my way to the good bits.
At the junction i'll stop and put my hands on my hips (just for fun). I get in peoples road, they tut, side step then bitch when far enough away. Right, concentrate, got colours to collect.
Today i'll have the bookshop neon green and pink, the shiny leather black and red, the amber and white in the bulbs. The steel grey shaft, the sequin silver and one of the coffee bean browns.
On my way back, i'll have the purple of the Sunset, the Steph's deep green and the Crown and Two blue. I'll take the Vadis gold, the Lena Jun maroon and then head for the warm orange home glow.
Back inside, the hatch is surrounded, best i sit down with tonights collection, look around and piece the colours back into the faces of the people that I know.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

My Walk

It seems that I posted some of my work in other peoples comment boxes.
My 'found text' ,from Nietzsche ,is in October's Archive .It is posted under ,'What about ugly babies ', in the 'comment box' .'October 10th'.
My 'Artist's Walk', is posted under 'october archive', under 'David Freeth's Artist Walk' his 'comments box'....(there are some others lurking here also.I particualarly enjoyed Rie's).My walk is in three sections so you probably wouldn't want to read it!

fifty -one / words to describe practise

50 words for my practise

Affected automation
Blandly boring
Boringly cautious
Classically referenced
Sentimentally Confessional
Confidently unconfident
Determinedly determind
Driven diadactic drival
Figuratively figural
Figuratively frivilous
Frigidly hindered
Hindered frivolity
Inspired insecurity
Painterly pomposity
Philosophical piffle
Pictorial poppycock
Practiced Predictability
Processed perambulation
Questioningly penetrative
Sentimentally safe
Searchingly probing
Unconfidently conifident
10 words for my practsie


evolvingly explorative
explorative emotional e-va-voo
painterly penetration
Representationally- rank
Researched rubbish
Revoltingly rigourously researched rubbish
One word.


Meditating on a Manifesto
Re-decorating the bedroom at mums house
And composing a manifesto
of you
Time and processes.
Embrace the process
Peeling off the wall papers
Steam and scrape.
I strip away the layers
I excavate
find you
unexpected lump in the throat
avoid sentiment
think macho manifesto

Homage to authenticity


.i can’t remember how you were.
Wallpaper peels away
Horses with the wind in their tails…fixed in flight
Scratching at the surface
Weeping lets me know I’m getting nearer
Something just out of sight
But lodged in my throat
There is a void
A hole
Boogiemen and secret camps
Hanging out of the window
Calling to your mates
Light summer evenings
Adults mowing lawns
You used to play here
I can’t see you now
coming back for you.
a place which is so very far away now
you were nine
you cried because you knew
when you left junior school
you were going away
growing up they call it
you told
can not go backwards
we will not ever be nine again,
mine again,
not ever
you seemed afraid of this revalation
that was the first time we met, you might not remember
I remember now
It’s space so isolatingly numbing
We cannot go back you said as the thought dawned on you
And you drowned in it
with resounding emptiness
And time rushed in to meet you
It made you sob
And you made me cry
You played in your head
And crossed the oceans until you
Were no longer within these realms
You asked me where the universe ended
And we made pictures in our head
With “purity and chaos”
Little sponge
So special
So trusting
and never knew the time.
And you did not ‘know’ ‘
You just…. did be.
in the gallery of my mind I can see your playgrounds
haptic visions
memories enlarge
eventually comply
I remember the tombs and the valleys
And a thousand shafts of fractured light, the disco mirror ball spinning, still.
slashing through my dreams The 20foot jack in the box,
the spiders on the wall paper.
Cleopatra’s demise troubled you.
I will find
you will not know me
you may not like me
I want
to be like you
You would not recognise me
What I have done to me.
I remember how you made stuff
“in the realm of nonsense”
And you did not know what it meant
And you didn’t care ‘wot’ they ‘fought’
You didn’t know they thought.
I saw you at the steps
but then you seemed to slip away
when you created
you were happy.
You just ‘did’.
I just …’.don’t’…
But when I find you
And set up once more
In the “ real powers” of un-me-ness
“And in the imagination
Not self’
I will paint me back to you
back to me
to music
paint to tears
paint my worries
paint my fears
they have become companions since you left
and they smile at me
paint the song and the dance
.paint the word
.paint the seed
.paint the web
.paint the dust
;“with all the unhampered ,
freedom which I can convince myself of…and imbue me with.
.i will shake lose the shackles
of aesthetic and social constraint”

when I find you
.I will find you
.this is my manifesto
painting me
.but I cannot promise you anything anymore.