Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

23.6.10

〪〫Music ☊ Is ♬ Love♫♭〭〫〬

Been trying to work on designs for some music is love art work today. I really want to include something like this bird wearing headphones, curving into the lettering. We shall see how tomorrow's brainstorm goes.


Please excuse the quality - webcam photo.


But mostly I'd like to make one of these for us to cart around shows and have on our desk at ye olde Freshers Fayre, but i'd make the origami birds out of sheets of old music score which i'll age so tactfully with TEA LEAVES. This is my project for tomorrow. Ooh Rah.




Ohhh Crayola

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.  A happiness weapon.  A beauty bomb.  And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.  Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas.  And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight.  Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.  With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.  And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.


Goodbye David

A waistcoat pocketed, walking mackerel friend of mine. 


David was a lovely, lovely man. He was his own person. The dad to my lovely big brother, Roth, and the first love of my mum. He was incredibly special to me, too, and I am so glad that he was a part of my life. We have his painting hanging in our kitchen and I am so glad I have it to look upon each day as a reminder of another true, artistic soul who gave sunshine to people on this earth. 


Gingers/read-haired people are lovely. Fact. 

21.6.10

☮ People need connectors, Writers, heroes, stars, leaders... To give life form.

Heroes of mine


  • Jim Morrison 
  • John Lennon
  • Tenzin Gyasto 'The time has come to think more wisely, hasn't it?'
  • Alex James
  • Gandhi
  • Philip Pullman
  • Grace Slick  'Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music you can reach anybody. Between the two there is you, unstoppable.'
  • Pablo Picasso (currently the most interesting person in my life...) 'They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better'
  • Thomas More
  • Lord Byron
  • Hermann Hesse 'Only the ideas that we really live have any value.
  • Siddhartha Gatama (Buddha)

Ordinary people can be exceptional and change the world, so why do so few try? Call me crazy but I don't think it is necessary for so little to be done in the world. Call me naive and blame my 'teen angst' but I'd rather be annoyed and wanting to do something than apathetic and without passion/compassion or drive. 



14.6.10

http://blog.absolutearts.com/blogs/archives/00000537.html


04/05/2010: "The Revolutionary Spirit"



I remember the sixties as if they were yesterday. We voiced our theories about conspiracy, and they were accepted by a unified mass of believers. We believed that together we could change the world, and although all our goals might not have been clear, at least one of them, ending the war in Viet Nam, seemed to have been achieved. We were awed by our own power when we marched on Washington, and everybody could see how many we were right there, on the television.
What about today? If we marched on Washington today, would anyone even come? The phrase, '...what if they gave a war and no one came?...' drifts back to me from the past. I look around me and see that all my fellow revolutionaries have become old and fat, bald and grey. Today, most of them are worse than those we rebelled against once were. Worse because they're so Pavlovian about what they care about, and so indifferent to anything else.



Mostly, it's money, and the symbols of wealth that they need to convince their peers that they are in fact successful. Notice I no longer say 'we'. Not that I don't need money. I do as much as anyone else does, to survive, and to feel I haven't been done in by 'the system'. But somehow I have managed not to get suckered into running 'til I drop on a mouse wheel not of my own making, like pretty much everyone I know has, except the trust fund kids.
They, mostly not due to any effort they themselves have made, are the only true revolutionaries left. They haven't given in, like all my peers burdened by credit card debt have. They haven't become cogs in a machine, and remain pretty much free to do whatever they want. I know a lot of them, because a lot of them are artists.
Jeff Koons, Fernando Botero, Julian Schnabel, are all products of extreme wealth, as well as thousands of others like them. Talent is not an issue for such people, it is an unnecessary and unimportant accessory. However, rare as it may be, when talent is required, it can be simply and efficiently bought from someone else.
If a mechanism of social control exists, and its hard to imagine that it doesn't, what is the oil flowing around its gears that keeps the whole thing running smoothly? What is the biggest risk to its functioning that the most attention is paid to? I would say, that a revolution topples it. The product it is producing cannot be anything else but wealth and power.
If I've got your attention and interest up to this point, then I imagine you'll accept that if revolutionaries have simply disappeared from the stage, when only thirty years ago there were so many of them, then there must have been a strategy executed by someone to make this happen. It is just too convenient for both government and multinational business for it to have been a coincidence.
This is not a conspiracy theory, because there is no one is indicated as a target, and I haven't said that the intent is evil. It is a general observation about what is most likely given our current state of affairs. Certainly we haven't had any big wars lately, and that is a good thing.
There is a conspiracy theory going around that Aspartame is an intentional attempt to diminish the world's population. Monsanto, one of the largest multinationals in existence, has introduced Aspartame into nearly every diet product in existence, throughout the world. If a person decided never to take Aspartame, it is virtually impossible that they could avoid it altogether. Pharmaceutical companies use it to produce a sweet coating for a lot of pills, it is in soft drinks, sugarless gum and candies, and found even in many kinds of bread and cakes. Some believe Monsanto bought the German company responsible for the production of the Zyklon B used by the Nazis for human extermination. Those who believe in a conspiracy involving Aspartame have invaded the internet en masse, you can just google it and you will see what they have to say. These people would say the oil making the gears run smoothly is Aspartame. Others would insist its the fluoride in the water.
Our role as artists is to see the world for what it is and comment on it in our art. We cannot continue to work as individuals, gazing at our own navels and pretending that whatever we choose to do is valid. The role of artists is to understand the present, foresee the future, and to arouse people to action through their work. Perhaps the current situation in which artists have virtually nothing in common with one another, is the reason why we haven't had any Man Rays, Picassos or Van Goghs for more than a half a century. The responsibility of an artist is great; they must understand the big picture about the world in which we all live, and comment on it in a way that even the simplest human beings can understand, or at the very least, feel. We should seek the spirit that unified us in the sixties, find a little common ground, think a little less about our individual struggles, and act towards a shared goal. Whatever that may be. Any ideas? 

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I understand that death  a part of being alive, and that bereavement serves a way to push  one's understanding of people and emotions. But this is taking the piss.

It's horrible, to have come home only for a childhood friend to be killed the same night. The day after - being told that David, my brother's dad, has weeks to live. Both of these people were massive parts of my childhood and it honestly feels like I've completely lost what I had until i finished primary school. My brother, my friends, Heather (my mother figure) and now David - the only person who believed in my art and understood the things I wanted to communicate or do for the world. When I was younger I truly believed that art was the only way in which people can confirm their true existence (art being a blanket term for any form of expression), and the creativity is such a raw, honest conveying of being. David thought this, too, and together we used to talk about Jim Morrison who, to this day, I still believe is the most beautiful example of artistic autonomy. That part of my life will from now on be repressed memories or exist only in the mourning of people I have lost.

10.6.10

This Blog

This blog is entitled 'Fight or Flight' to stand as either my escape or as my fight against my own daemons, of which there are many.

I feel like battling against any form of prejudice that existed against me (past friends, guidance teachers) and getting into St Andrews has put me in good stead, but at the same time... I don't know what is wrong with my life. I am constantly fiighting some battle.Whether it's to do with how I'm living or whether its pushed upon me by extraneous circumstances does not matter; I just hope that this blog manages to communicate how I feel at this time and how my thoughts progress towards what I hope is a clearer, happier me. 

There will be art. There will be music. There will be words.

And here we go...