2.26.2012

Cargo Collective



As this blog seems to be a collection of things i like and things i do - the former
seems to have taken precedence recently - work that i've made seems to have got
a bit lost among the multiple posts along the lines of 'ohhh i wish i did this.'

So i've set up a cargo collective site with recent (and not so recent) my work which
can be seen HERE. It's a work in progress so slowly but surely adding more bits to it.


2.01.2012

Sometimes I Wonder...





...what on earth I am doing with my life. 5 hours, 12 spreads and a slowly melting
brain later, I have this (among other things; i'm not that rubbish. sheesh)
Maybe lack of sleep - and brain cells - makes this funnier to me than it actually is.


12.29.2011

This needs to be my life right now...








I wish i looked this composed and elegant when working.
Instead i'm consciously avoiding it or tearing my hair out and snapping when i do.
WHY CAN'T I WORK?!

12.23.2011

Decorative Jargon


I really enjoy doing labour intensive work, that almost makes me feel
like i'm going to go blind i have to concentrate so much.





The above work is part of my self-directed work on medical quackery and spin.
although what i've done so far seems to be what other people have told me to
do and, by going through the motions, i've lost a sense of WHY i wanted to do it.

By highlighting elements of serious side effects which are tucked away in the
DECORATIVE JARGON of small print in medical leaflets that are designed to be
as offputting to read as possible thus disguising potential hazards of painkillers
like nurofen which can result in heart attack or stroke // infertility in women.

Suffice to say after looking at it properly, the top type size on each is too
small to be properly legible (or communicate what it's supposed to...effectively
the point of my degree....) and the bottom of the first can only be [sort of] read
if small or far away. and that the fact that the one legible one is off centre.


Hopefully i'll be putting more work up here soon!

here's hoping though.

I seem to be trying my damndest to fail this year.
And by that i mean this dissertation is trying to kill me.



12.08.2011

Absolute Perfect Cure for the Winter Blues



one of the best songs ever ever ever. need to learn this dance sharpish.

11.14.2011

Words of Wisdom



It's probably quiet telling that i enjoy writing when i don't have to do it so the process of writing this 3000 word draft is like pulling teeth. While typing up some (seemingly relevant) lectures from last term i came across a talk by Karsten Schmidt where he talks about Anton's speech in Ratatouille. I haven't seen the film (yet) but this is good:


In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defence of the new. The world is often unkind to new talents, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new; an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking, is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook". But I realise — only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.


10.30.2011

Your Hair Wants Cutting





all from the wonderful: whoresatmydoor.tumblr.com

10.18.2011

Star of the Day


This gives me vertigo a bit. But in a nice way.







How many other ways can I procrastinate?



http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/archivepix.html

9.29.2011

Winter of the Witch


"for the next two weeks, every night she played old music...and every day she would sit in bed reading the newspapers. The old witch became gloomy and depressed; the news was always bad. And none of the want ad's ever seemed to want an old witch"





This weather makes me feel like i'm constantly on the
verge of falling asleep. Work doesn't seem to be going
anywhere at all... so hello magic blueberry pancakes




9.22.2011

Some Summer Work



slowly but surely... getting a bit nervous now.

9.21.2011

British Railway Posters


I'd love one of these.

9.16.2011


9.07.2011

I started drawing again




A bit sad that this is the first proper work post
after loads of youtube videos.

I like how the mask looks like the little boy's (a bit?) below.


9.05.2011

Wild Beasts




Despite a couple of years of quiet obsession, i seem to have been
physically unable to listen to anything but them this summer.

As someone amusingly wrote on youtube:

"Thats a voice that can and will impregnate you".



9.03.2011

The Boy with the Mask


I need to start using my camera again.
Even if the outcome is rubbish
(which is more often than not)

this is good: jwanderson.tumblr.com

8.06.2011

Titles











The top 4 by Saul Bass; Charade by Maurice Binder.
(Why am i always drawn to black and white?)
'It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World' is wonderful, see here


7.30.2011

"Can I Be Your Friend?"



Well done English National Opera.
A really interesting, thought-provoking
spin on how we act online and how
this would translate to real proper life.

7.21.2011

Face Hands








we iz on it

(the other 2 are from this good one: http://executiverealness.info/)


7.05.2011

“I had my freedom and that was nice”




an exhibit of twombly (and Poussin's) work at the
Dulwich Picture Gallery has just started


lot's of interesting things on cy twombly here:

http://www.theartstory.org/artist-twombly-cy.htm