tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59287274097700321712024-03-13T01:10:47.724+00:00youngbackwaanImagine, trees that scrape the sky with their curling haggard fingertips. Citrus colours, cherry stems, pea shoots, alice, Cold yet inviting faery breath, eye lash, tea leaves, fruit bread and yourself, exposed for the world to judge.Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-37537829440437805852012-10-21T20:55:00.000+01:002012-10-21T20:55:08.546+01:00Bird Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I picked up two great books at the carboot on thursday, 'How do you do Garden birds,' illustrated by Jennie Corbet and also 'How do you do gardening,' I've been buying lots of vintage books recently and finding it difficult parting with them, especially plant books. I have a collection of beautiful botanical scans. I'm toying with the idea of making some greeting cards with them. Here are a few for your viewing pleasure.</div>
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<br />Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-53571904481336537852012-08-15T21:23:00.001+01:002012-08-15T21:23:10.667+01:00There was an old woman <div><p>Inspired by a past project! A crafty night in making some labels out of recycled cards for my latest vintage finds, including a lovely birdcage and some great little filing drawers. Pictures to come soon!</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSs5FswdmyVWepB3iTk09LfUo75hl4s38vAT2TaHJXxglkf_KYfSYcb-q8QF7AJzG64gjQNqLMcOH-E7GbkI4p6z5r2yybhs87B8YbOqWWqEFdmQrAhyphenhyphenUP2QIMem40gP6bbFeaW7qBxvE/' /></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-42949520325070166072012-04-20T14:16:00.009+01:002012-04-20T15:48:03.631+01:00The Never Lands<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxmnuIcunYm8clrTgZFY10dJ3peza_4B-7wW6z-aPG5W6T56NvFuCGI33tqK1iksRyAQ9il0GV5YPwhMyp1Axf8mGY_BjPJhNju0BLjTAjVIx2bpW3XokOjJnNy_GVeQJfSiU8Zzz3lD5/s1600/amstyerdam+edited.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxmnuIcunYm8clrTgZFY10dJ3peza_4B-7wW6z-aPG5W6T56NvFuCGI33tqK1iksRyAQ9il0GV5YPwhMyp1Axf8mGY_BjPJhNju0BLjTAjVIx2bpW3XokOjJnNy_GVeQJfSiU8Zzz3lD5/s400/amstyerdam+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733494673119222466" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I was sat flicking through a few of the photos I have littering my laptop, attempting to tidy up folders etc. And became overly nostalgic for Amsterdam. I had hit the album holding snapshots of our visit last October for my Mum's 50th. For the millionth time I thought 'why on earth am I not living there.' I was born in Landsmeer and my Papa and Grandparents live there still. I have a feeling of contentment when I'm wandering (always lost, my directional abilities are shot) by the canals. My Dutch is shabby at best, although incredibly it seems to improve after a few halves of Heineken and I do love England but there is always a feeling of longing attached to the harbour scenes of Vollendam and the algae covered canals.</div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; ">I think I had just got my 50mm lens for my 22nd birthday when we went on this trip, a few of the images I must have overlooked because on a second delve a few were quite special. I dug them out and did a bit of editing. Here are a few for your viewing pleasure! Please be sure to link back if you do use any of my images!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljkXI1RDeoSDBuQ4lBQqxCm5TfBSYOV-dC9xh-FMTU361F0sOhSHhfDV5mmpp6N2ZfyXS84InFURae2jTsPu8awuDJ7A0v56h1St_8BUd6AjS-0DPNIpdzTkbu6p42RCNLrEFCWucnF26/s1600/IMG_86fjh16.jpg" style="text-align: left; "><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-size: 16px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjH1EzKWBikIJ76RtaDbp5E8UfsZmKtRyto6WcfEwyuqUxN3yjIBPAlsJmGoQWWL5sqRlfYsTapX-PPtawGhmDKpwmzPouYQpZfdePUbEuTeAszfhDmsGaDG2xji2QggaD2QBd4GEF_aqk/s400/Lomo+%2528Medium+Vignette%2529hh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733491379244085730" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></a></div><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljkXI1RDeoSDBuQ4lBQqxCm5TfBSYOV-dC9xh-FMTU361F0sOhSHhfDV5mmpp6N2ZfyXS84InFURae2jTsPu8awuDJ7A0v56h1St_8BUd6AjS-0DPNIpdzTkbu6p42RCNLrEFCWucnF26/s1600/IMG_86fjh16.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZSL6ox8YrwD_WIPpO0rWv0lKF9ZlW1c3AHnkKPAlsXagK9hGnb6nRV0Cnc-0KGDwwFEYy2gprDN5BfR0-4WHHiEuH1sXPV8Ct2vZ4PXbMP9rempkp1O95Zdc5hL7dvdNZfw6D-bqZjtV/s400/oudschmite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733476510375037106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExVm2A8LPXBjUovxcE8DaKYklHHpcItbjm7Wnftbw4kGsO9JT5CXlUGQqO9DMxg06uwL0LzEZA5iC0GLARPot8ZgGlgTxuNkjVKYYNVtTVwQBSLhKtzs-XTbptwERGWMR4DPbkj1lOib3/s400/editjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733479877592691826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></span></span><div><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljkXI1RDeoSDBuQ4lBQqxCm5TfBSYOV-dC9xh-FMTU361F0sOhSHhfDV5mmpp6N2ZfyXS84InFURae2jTsPu8awuDJ7A0v56h1St_8BUd6AjS-0DPNIpdzTkbu6p42RCNLrEFCWucnF26/s1600/IMG_86fjh16.jpg"><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-size: 16px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9NCPoT_p7fgHP5RSLqKWerAFl3NCIkOB2kMtES0woU_UvdKnpKJp5iFwE2M5e7LiW364z2io50Hac2R9zR2kTBugy0dPn1TV9K8Cyi-grcumnCtuykI-DH8DbCp8fINj-SklLeG-UxRM/s400/edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733489837753331826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></a><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></span></span></span></div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px; "></span><br /><div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-9967667839051362032012-04-17T14:41:00.005+01:002012-04-17T15:46:08.112+01:00Tweecup<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">After a busy year as a graduate, much of it completely unrelated to art! I have decided to revisit this space and finally post a few bits of work which I had missed out on uploading during the stressful trials and tribulations of university. Its always good to have a look over where I've been and hopefully work out where I'm headed! Unfortunately it was near impossible to document my actual degree show piece. So instead I'm aiming to fill in a few gaps here and there, starting with a revisit to my second year.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">When exploring the notions of 'Kitsch' and 'Twee' I created an installation with suspended items which held memories and fell into either definition. You can read about the themes and ideas behind it <span><a href="http://www.youngbackwaan.blogspot.co.uk/2010/01/kitsch-and-twee-what-are-they.html">here</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/40114515" width="500" height="375" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" style="font-size: 100%; "></iframe></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">On finishing the animation, I attempted various ways of displaying it to an audience. Its repetitive nature made it difficult to watch as an ordinary animation, resulting in me eventually breaking the animation up into 4 separate parts, and back projecting them into an old wooden dolls house's windows.</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHrcDwZ4RHj5PyZukQ_BvMJtmbOY2j_DPY2kam72tsXDm15cPNF3N_m8zgYvlOJaU0rSo11eHkiqlQk9MW76beeHVLTo9mDBDf_GgjVieVWknvWEiX-8v6dRTsIQLwv6CIqH0n9lWuxPW/s400/29296_423628031059_501661059_5363907_5615209_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732380666463139618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">This animation has an interesting similarity with a piece I created in 3rd year, which was chosen for an exhibition for 'Gatehouse Live,' more about that in my next post!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-48552832128497557992011-06-27T14:59:00.018+01:002011-06-28T23:21:25.548+01:00Is There no Longer a Place for the Miraculous?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Within the suffocating constraints of reality, many find it human nature to desire escape. As children we played, blissfully unaware of our slowly developing knowledge and understanding until ultimately, our innocence evades us and our imagination becomes sparse. The forts and dens we once built dissolve into a battle for the ownership of bricks and mortar. Our outlandish dreams of space travel and adventure are forgotten, tucked away behind our real world as ‘Thoughts unsaid, then forgotten.’<a href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[1]</span></span></span></span></a> We no </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">longer search for the miraculous but we yearn for it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">We want a way out.</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I am interested in those artists who attempt to find methods of es</span>cape and are committed to searching for it. Through art we can publicise our despair and dissatisfaction, emotions can be shown in their rawest form and we can once again express our imagination. I am intrigued by the Romantic Conceptualism movement, where the attributes of romanticism (feelings of alienation, solitude, unfulfilled longing, self-mutilation and melancholia)<span> </span>can charge a Concept,<a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn2" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[2]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>bringing together sentimentality and subjectivity in an unlikely partnership. A luminary of<span> </span><span>this</span><span> </span>movement was Bas Jan Ader, who explored romanticism with a sense of irony. His work was always minimalistic, and simple, mostly using himself and the force of gravity as his medium.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgRM2Fjaaf0jsxm9J5PklutUXq_eOU1Vc4ODUi1Vdh8qVxoDQaA09_rohyZVF7WXkDwpEVseX5P3_fibhXtxipuhLfpa_hJ-4q5n9ZIJ-LHQIqq3HbWxaZBAWhjdCMOgK1nc4Bo8ft2UF/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623389013558079554" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> ‘<i>Fall 1</i>,’ Bas Jan Ader<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; ">Fall 1 shows Ader’s<span> </span>first r</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; ">ecorded use of this concept within a film in which he removes his</span> chair from its comfortable position within his house, and took it up onto the roof. He teeters on the edge momentarily before the chair, and Ader, roll down the roof and onto the ground. It is a representation of allowing a greater force to govern him for a fraction of a second; truly experiencing the thrill of life and gaining an element of unadulterated freedom until his body regains contact with solidity and reality. To contextualise this, Ader created ‘Fall 1<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">’</b> when he had settled <span class="Apple-style-span">into his life, holding down a steady pay check, a car and a wife. Within this normality he felt unfulfilled, his piece, ‘The a</span>rtist as a consumer of extreme comfort,’ uses irony to evidence his discomfort in a privileged position; the reality of which has caused an insatiable restlessness within himself and his practise.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCOkS_7LuGptxcVqZ_T6IZYmWAdaOgg3E6NEXzINZbGoy1ZrdStIMuIIWk8W4AYC90bKhsgjNUOgZDXi3phTZuuCE53eEUQaN93IjAGIrL2NzeJyTzg3Au6rIiH1W74XH3Lv9AglTpToh/s320/2.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622905650492586594" /><p class="MsoNormal"></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">In his film ‘I’m too sad to tell you.’ we experience a close up of Ader weeping, the action feels absolutely genuine, regardless of it being staged for camera. It is important for us to know that he is crying due to grie<span>f;</span><span> </span>there is a reason for his melancholy which he cannot express. The audience can barely speculate as there is no narrative, we are drawn into the isolated <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">concept</i> of sadness, in a similar way to Andy Warhol’s, ‘The kiss,’ which exemplifies the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">idea</i> of lust. It is strange to describe a piece of work as abstract and personal, theatrical but genuine,<a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn3" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> however Ader achieves this. The piece is relatable to the </span>audience whilst remaining ambiguous. We are not invited in, and there is no narrative to react to. We are reminded of the loneliness of our individual souls, and our difficulties in expressing emotion. When read alongside ‘Fall 1,’ and ‘the artist as a consumer of extreme comfort,’ Ader’s<span> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>works<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>feel like allegories for melodrama and melancholia. Whilst Ader, ‘The artist,’ remains as the subject matter, he becomes a symbol of the hopeless romantic, constantly scanning the horizon for the sublime.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">At the time of creating these works, Ader was entrenched within the conceptual movement in the heart of America. His work proceeded the writings of Sol Le Hewitt who reduced all sentimentality from his work in favour of rationalising the illogical, ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">It is the objective of the artist who is concerned with conceptual art to make his work mentally interesting to the spectator, and therefore usually would want it to be emotionally dry,’</i><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn4" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Within this context, Ader’s isolation of the ‘romantic,’ within his work, (including the kitsch aesthetic of pieces such as ‘Farewell to Faraway friends,’ which eludes to novelty postcards of sunset lit seascapes,) subjectifies the emotion, bringing the idea of romance and concept together innovatively. Romantic Conceptualism therefore becomes a possibility.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_w2G3EnQoCEOxEEZMvpVbp3piPMeC4Zd3F8f_m28bXbxwu-7N04S_NrC-8nJz_7mceMfAwSXK4iffBOiWK4SiEOOGNdovobNxhG5eYNhzIi8xInyb9UP7mwaYCTNZyOtlpUITrQGlodi/s320/3.jpg" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Farewell to Faraway</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Friends</i>’ Bas Jan Ader, 1971<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Susan Hillier worked <span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span>parallel to<span> </span>Ader, her piece ‘Dedicated to the Unknown Artists,’ was scorned in its time, embracing the sentimentality of postcards specifically entitled ‘Rough Sea,’ and their kitsch representation of genuine artworks and emotive scenes. She too was misunderstood, accused of mixing pop art with conceptualism.<a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn5" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Within popular culture, postcards have become motifs for a more domestic notion of the sublime. Presenting these oversaturated depictions of British bays within a <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>grid-like display, removes them from their original context, exposing their <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>emotional cliché, whilst remaining conceptual.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Here we can question the generic nostalgia pinned to them and the authenticity of the idyllic reproductions. Within my own work, I have undergone a battle against sentimentality, with its feminine connotations and twee aesthetics. It is only when sentiment is reduced to its purest form that it can be looked at conceptually. I wish to isolate the theme of escapism, paring the desire down to a minimalistic symbol of ‘an escape.’<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Nq_z5zpviJz_bMVQguP3yyo9RhYsxaZ4n96bmWbrAEoQv6YkWvOS5l8MTo3lZluUOSqC8kKLB0jm-8zeZFfyB8qoz7IEDwNmWsqv_MotiQ3DnR3ZbM_kz_C_-79rl9hsGsE4BiBT75DT/s320/4.jpg" /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">‘Dedicated to Unknown Artists’</i>, Susan Hiller, 1972</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Within reality, escape and Utopia do not exist. Utopia is a Greek derivative, evolving from the conjunctives <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">o</i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri">ύ</span></i><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; ">, </span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">meaning</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">"not" and</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; ">τόπος</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> meaning </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">"place.” Originally our English word for </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span>this was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">eutopia, </i>again deriving from Gree</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri">k;<span> it is translated as ‘good place.’ This homophone creates an interesting question, can Utopia exist? If you can escape from your reality, how long does this state of escape last for?</span><span> </span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Ader left Holland to ‘find himself’ as an artist in<span> </span>Los Angeles; however the echo of his homeland haunted his practise and his soul. He was forever unsettled, his work was consistently rejected by his Dutch comrades and he found himself continuously hunting for the sublime, an obsession with discovering what lay over the horizon. The ocean and water are often present within his work, the ocean symbolizing the suffering traveller, discovery and solitude. His final piece of work, ‘In Search of the Miraculous,’ epitomized this yearning for fulfilment and escape. He sets sail from Cape Cod, <span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language:EN">Massachusetts, </span>USA to Lands’ End, Britain in a tiny sailboat named, ‘Ocean Wave,’ returning home to Europe in the same manner as he arrived, objectifying the idea of a tragic romantic hero.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">During this piece, Ader vanished at sea, achieving the unspoken desire to escape into myth. <a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn6" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>The physicality of the ocean results in traceless disappearances, assigning a legendary status to those who cease to exist past the horizon. One matter of extreme importance was the discovery of the book, ‘The Strange Last Voyage of Donald Crowhurst,’ within Ader’s locker. Con man Crowhurst had previously attempted to achieve the impossible by completing a single handed and non-stop round the world boat race. His creation of false diary logs, and fabricated positions in hope of gaining a fraudulent victory were swallowed up by his surroundings and his watery prison sent him insane. Just like Ader, all that was left to evidence his existence was his boat. It leads me to ask, could Ader’s destination ever have been home?<span> </span>He was not searching for the familiar, or for comfort but for the unknown, for the great and divine. <span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">It is the relationship between the familiar and the unknown, reality and fiction which provokes a human desire to search for the miraculous. Through the blurred line between drifting into sleep and remaining fully conscious we can find ourselves in a strange state of being which is still unexplained. It feels familiar, yet it is extraordinary. We float within a zone of sentience rather than full consciousness. The scientific name for this area of being is ‘Hypnagogia,’<span> </span>a sensation that has been explored by philosophers and scientists over the course of centuries. Within a hypnagogic state we can experience colour flares, nonsensical sentences, floating sensations and cloud like forms known as ‘entoptic lights.<a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn7" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>’ which swamp our sensory system.<span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Acquiring this state has become an obsession for many. <span style="line-height: 115%; "><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brion_Gysin"><span style="text-decoration: none; ">Brion Gysin</span></a><span>’s </span></span>dreamachine is said to allude to hypnogogia, forming dreamlike afflictions which are ordinarily only possible when falling into slumber. The originally cylindrical dreamachine pulsates light whilst the ‘viewer,’ closes their <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">eyes <span>- </span>the electrical oscillations triggered within the brain by the pulsations is supposedly similar to the human brain relaxing and drifting off to sleep. The hypnagogic state is, in a sense a collection of sublime physical, auditory and visual sensations, it is greater than us. It is intangible and unknown. It could be described as another state of reality, one that we have found a portal to and one that we cannot remain in.<span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What fascinates me about this state is the overwhelming intensity of these sensations. We escape from them by opening our eyes and returning to our familiar, comforting reality, which leads me to question ‘Where does the miraculous exist?’ Which, the dream or our reality, is the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">escape</i>?<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Within Ader’s<span> </span>practise, the ‘miraculous,’ was an intangible concept, he placed himself at the mercy of gravity and nature and was consumed by their vastness.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"> ‘While you sleep a person turns inwards, our mind may roam far beyond the physical location of our sleeping bodies. We visit amazing realms, have miraculous experiences and are provided with sudden insights, like this planet keeps us bound to the earth with its gravity, preventing us from getting lost in the infinity of the cosmos.’<a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn8" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[8]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">This quote from J.A. Ader- Appels, Ader’s mother, is woven within his works. Her own research and studies into gravity influenced Ader greatly, inspiring him to use it as his medium.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The moment between composure and falling, embodied his practise. He described this split second as ‘gravity making itself master over me.’<span> </span>He was succumbing to a greater force. Hypnagogia, gravity and the cosmos exist as unfathomable pulls within the fabric of reality. As we each fall through time, space or consciousness we gain momentary escape from our everyday restrictions and embrace the bends existing within the norm.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The miraculous takes place outside our conscious being, surrounding us, invisible and just out of reach. Yet we can take solace in its existence and in the chance that we too, may fall into it. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span>J. Roberts and C. Schorr. </span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">1994. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri">Bas Jan Ader,</span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB"> Frieze magazine,</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"> (online) Available at <</span><a href="http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/bas_jan_ader/%3e"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri">http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/bas_jan_ader/></span></a><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"> [accessed 1<span class="Apple-style-span">3th February 2011]</span></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-36.0pt"><em><span><b>T.Dean, He Fell into The Sea, (online) Availiable at <<a href="http://www.basjanader.com/dp/Dean.pdf"><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">http://www.basjanader.com/dp/Dean.pdf</span></a>>[Accessed 19<sup>th</sup> February]</b></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"><b><i>Edited by R.Noble, (2008) Utopias (Documents of Contemporary Art) London: The MIT press<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"><b><i>B. Fer, R. Carvajal, T. Dean (2007) Tacita Dean Film Works, Charta publishing.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="apple-style-span"><span>Daniel Albright (1981).</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span>Representation and the imagination</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span>. Chicago: The University of Chicago Press. p150 - p208.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i>Y.Klein Truth becomes Reality (1961) The Sublime. London: The MIT Press<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i>O.Eliasson The Weather Forecast and Now (2001) The Sublime. London: The MIT Press<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i>J.Lyotard Presenting the Unpresentable (1999) The Sublime. 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Ader (1947) Een Groninger Pastorie in de Storm, Netherlands:Pressure 13<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><b><i>J.Hobson (2002) Dreaming, a Very Short Introduction, New York: Oxford University Press<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><b><i>D.Coxhead, S.Hiller (1976)Visions of the Night, Dreams, New york: Thames and Hudson Inc<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><b><i>Z.Felix, I. Kabakov (2000) The Text as a Basis of Visual Expression, Hamburg: Oktagon<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><b><i>R.Rugoff, S.Rosenthal, M.Katoka,S.Blackmore,H.Luckett,B.Dillon(2009) Walking in My Mind, London: Hayward Gallery<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><b><i>Sol Le Witt, (1967) ‘Paragraphs on Conceptual Art,' Art Forum,pp79-84<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Here is Always </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Somewhere Else (2008) DVD, </span><span class="apple-style-span"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&search-alias=dvd&field-keywords=Rene%20Daalder">Rene Daalde<span>r</span></a>, Cult Epics<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i> </i></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i> </i></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i> </i></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p> <div style="mso-element:footnote-list"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><hr align="left" width="33%"> <!--[endif]--> <div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn1"> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn1" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE" style="line-height: 115%; ">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span></a><span lang="X-NONE"> THOUGHTS UNSAID THEN FORGOTTON,(1973) oil slick, tripod, clamp on lamp, flower, vase. (installation)<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> </div> <div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn2"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn2" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri">J.Heiser, Emotional Rescue, Frieze, available;</span></span> <a href="http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/emotional_rescue/">http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/emotional_rescue/</a> accessed 2 February 2010<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span lang="X-NONE"><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> </div> <div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn3"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn3" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri">J.Heiser, Emotional Rescue, Frieze, available;</span></span> <a href="http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/emotional_rescue/">http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/emotional_rescue/</a> accessed 2 February 2010<span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> </div> <div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn4"> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn4" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE" style="line-height: 115%; ">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span></a><span lang="X-NONE"> Sol Le Witt, (1967) ‘Paragraphs on Conceptual Art,' Art Forum,pp79-84<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> </div> <div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn5"> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn5" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE" style="line-height: 115%; ">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span></a><span lang="X-NONE"> J. Heiser, J.Verwoert with S.Hillier,(2007) Susan Hillier-3512 words, Romantic Conceptualism, pp51-155<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> </div> <div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn6"> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn6" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE" style="line-height: 115%; ">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span></a><span lang="X-NONE"> Here is Always Somewhere Else</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB">, (2008) Rene Daalder, Cult Epics</span> <span lang="X-NONE"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"></span></i></b></span></p><h1 style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn8" href="file:///C:/Users/Becky/Downloads/in_search_of_the_miraculous_(1)_mum%5b1%5d.doc#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE"><span style="mso-special-character:footnote"><b><i><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="X-NONE" style="line-height: 115%; ">[8]</span></span></i></b></span></span></span></a><span lang="X-NONE"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "> ,Een Groninger Pastorie in de Storm, Pressure 13,1947</span></i></b></span></span></h1></div></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-71978050823308639052011-04-28T13:03:00.003+01:002011-04-28T13:06:02.615+01:00The Unseen SeaA collision of both my obsessions, the sea and clouds! Only with a difference.<div><br /><div><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15069551?portrait=0&color=b4b4db" width="500" height="281" frameborder="0"></iframe></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Check this one and 'Steaming City,' on his channel <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user1857500/videos">http://www.vimeo.com/user1857500/videos</a></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-47736439022981261282011-04-27T23:45:00.003+01:002011-04-27T23:49:55.365+01:00Simon Starling<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/6099439?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p>Simon Starlings 16mm installation, such a complicated loop! </p>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-33342382106403203532011-04-25T13:22:00.001+01:002011-04-25T13:24:15.648+01:00Cursed Scratch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eO9dV7qTXWDX8rG0t_7PCvs7LgFt69Vq4tQPs1NxL043gJfBEVsEJ2L1zA_6SrR2FoS-4qtqFx21Cf-L6cSHF0RgKMklWCVfjiNaTTfI-No2DZ7jHS1aFIqP9e_tBArRe4TaDbM_kVQa/s1600/IMG_7256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eO9dV7qTXWDX8rG0t_7PCvs7LgFt69Vq4tQPs1NxL043gJfBEVsEJ2L1zA_6SrR2FoS-4qtqFx21Cf-L6cSHF0RgKMklWCVfjiNaTTfI-No2DZ7jHS1aFIqP9e_tBArRe4TaDbM_kVQa/s320/IMG_7256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599495768713662562" /></a>New Film, an annoying scratch keeps appearing on the optical soundtrack, its driving me insane!Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-8451309481908249922011-04-21T10:35:00.004+01:002011-04-21T10:41:43.642+01:00Einsteins Desk<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMVTJ-JMux5WUOhpm9T7gec77uX5xfvqSOPH7INR833lyIzMF7xP0NI1ONEhG5hCizI2Qg54b4x-nZpjCqhX6Mmw-vC84UpSwOuE1TEZEu4-x88eskgWRySSReLrSx57GGc5Ev_WiHXJ5/s1600/einsteins+desk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMVTJ-JMux5WUOhpm9T7gec77uX5xfvqSOPH7INR833lyIzMF7xP0NI1ONEhG5hCizI2Qg54b4x-nZpjCqhX6Mmw-vC84UpSwOuE1TEZEu4-x88eskgWRySSReLrSx57GGc5Ev_WiHXJ5/s320/einsteins+desk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597968169147344818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Einsteins genius never ceases to amaze me. I like to look at this picture of his desk, taken shortly before he died and aspire to create my own moments of greatness. Degree show is 4 short weeks away, set up begins in 2 weeks. I am on the brink , yet also a million miles away from completing my work.</div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-26353711734118879722011-04-20T16:20:00.002+01:002011-04-20T16:24:13.674+01:00Space's existence within time, or times existence within space.<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22439234" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p>I like how on occasion, reality can feel completely fake and manipulated. Yet it is real, just truly mindblowing.</p>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-75245105389971856732011-04-11T13:39:00.001+01:002011-04-11T13:41:10.694+01:00Hypnagogic Portal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-osGElPL8lS7Obx3wUtT0Om-6Aepapx-dXRgJg6YtINgFpra5yWNR6toqMrNYiCKCzIT4wh6_MA3jjqY6wqW8sJ8pYqLJ-_qkgTLh-w_qvRPTZUa3H653NsWgAg4KKNNokmCCSnp2aQWs/s1600/cloud+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-osGElPL8lS7Obx3wUtT0Om-6Aepapx-dXRgJg6YtINgFpra5yWNR6toqMrNYiCKCzIT4wh6_MA3jjqY6wqW8sJ8pYqLJ-_qkgTLh-w_qvRPTZUa3H653NsWgAg4KKNNokmCCSnp2aQWs/s320/cloud+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594305074143534338" /></a><br /><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">‘While you sleep a person turns inwards, our mind may roam far beyond the physical location of our sleeping bodies. We visit amazing realms, have miraculous experiences and are provided with sudden insights, like this planet keeps us bound to the earth with its gravity, preventing us from getting lost in the infinity of the cosmos.'</span></i><div><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">J. A Ader Appels</span></i></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-67959127647093081022011-04-08T08:53:00.004+01:002011-04-08T09:01:28.490+01:00Memory box cinema<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z3I0wqe4bDIrRbb20APO7qtbopttuVJMAThWNwMrk_NIlKu4w9W_QZRmBOSd9p_KY17Ree4jtNbbunSi4ozHDGsF9QUTH594_weAQgA6zZWDpHiFojZtI8SxQSS53xVlgFz4CrsqsfGh/s1600/april.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z3I0wqe4bDIrRbb20APO7qtbopttuVJMAThWNwMrk_NIlKu4w9W_QZRmBOSd9p_KY17Ree4jtNbbunSi4ozHDGsF9QUTH594_weAQgA6zZWDpHiFojZtI8SxQSS53xVlgFz4CrsqsfGh/s320/april.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593118602530951314" /></a><br />I have a short within this screening, Jenny Moore is a must see also!<div><p class="MsoNormal">‘I am enveloped within my desire to escape, be it into dream, fantasy or myth. Through the exploration of the romantic, love's kitsch associate, I find solace in the creation of brief portals which sordidly present unreachable realms. I remain unsure of which interests me most, the impossibility of escape, or our search for it.’<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(Statement from flyer)<o:p></o:p></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-4935017400152061312011-04-04T11:45:00.004+01:002011-04-04T12:26:48.893+01:00Susan Hiller<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVXHiA2kb2QQQYkCbk4qqr884uSXFSk1foyf971G-c_aRwEsDAYlDTz2NDrbj2dI2OPtKdTjBx4KHYCBwn6_PdC2-8Tz8Njj2fwiDueOFfEr9ANvzWT-rnz4oR083FCsfDhn6g5sQamFe/s1600/50visrev1_549638s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVXHiA2kb2QQQYkCbk4qqr884uSXFSk1foyf971G-c_aRwEsDAYlDTz2NDrbj2dI2OPtKdTjBx4KHYCBwn6_PdC2-8Tz8Njj2fwiDueOFfEr9ANvzWT-rnz4oR083FCsfDhn6g5sQamFe/s320/50visrev1_549638s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591677829418802562" /></a>Despite my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disdain</span> in plugging the Tate, the Susan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hiller</span> exhibition is a must see. Her approach to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">conceptualism</span> touches upon the sentimental whilst remaining methodical and subjective. 'Witness,' as shown above, immerses the viewer within a sea of language, pitch and tone creating a space filled with collective experience as the speakers emit individual recollections of UFO sightings. I'm interested in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hiller's</span> thoughts on sound recordings as presences which exist forever, allowing the dead to speak to us from the hereafter. The evocative feeling of being enveloped within this area of sentinent is spiritual and transporting, what is unknown? the paranormal? language? dream?<div><br /></div><div>What happens hereafter?<br /><div><br /></div><div>Worth visiting if you are in London. Even with the Tate price tag. </div></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-38732726326400736192011-04-01T13:22:00.010+01:002011-04-20T09:54:30.425+01:00Experimenting with a 'flatbed' audience<div><div>Contextually, artists such as Len Lye, Thad Povey and Stephanie Maxwell have been painting onto and scratching into film, creating psycadellic dreamscapes using colours and shapes worked into found, or self shot 16mm film. The effect is a surreal comulgation of movement, colour and line which can be quite mesmerizing. I am interested in installing my own experimental film as a ceiling projection, I feel confident that the quality of the film will become transportational when the audience lies directly beneath it. The abstract nature of the ‘clouds,’ is effectively a simulation of a memory or dream which I hope to embed within the audiences sub conscious, I am asking them to step into this portal and momentarily escape.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3mXi5axjKFtbIFZ2CdEeAauGwijv5Y2brKxb0QM_62AAHOpqgx-c7xk3zXBaznDlGMuo1H7GZqAWlI2SDAqVfJ2bcR9iWCDTdiTq4NCy3799ATm6QVRXuXLA9lTMyVNCI5bzzP9657O/s1600/166859_10150130414346060_501661059_7780940_8222492_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3mXi5axjKFtbIFZ2CdEeAauGwijv5Y2brKxb0QM_62AAHOpqgx-c7xk3zXBaznDlGMuo1H7GZqAWlI2SDAqVfJ2bcR9iWCDTdiTq4NCy3799ATm6QVRXuXLA9lTMyVNCI5bzzP9657O/s320/166859_10150130414346060_501661059_7780940_8222492_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590634835891075970" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bKWzlyTECixopQb3YbCA-JlhPSxNLsiD8Ha8_lTz6Uxl_HkDeeja2G3d49TuxBHaIsCrvkyyECw9ZUm5YGbTlescJrZq4Lcg9WAQxvYo74IMDkajTgDcnTCMeSt8fJm6kuXSyBYh4KjW/s1600/169014_10150130414711060_501661059_7780946_7640231_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bKWzlyTECixopQb3YbCA-JlhPSxNLsiD8Ha8_lTz6Uxl_HkDeeja2G3d49TuxBHaIsCrvkyyECw9ZUm5YGbTlescJrZq4Lcg9WAQxvYo74IMDkajTgDcnTCMeSt8fJm6kuXSyBYh4KjW/s320/169014_10150130414711060_501661059_7780946_7640231_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590634205507157778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_engvy01riZ-k-QkrmilZ5oCnM-a3t7HjciNv9nT8QTfw3PmyyCwbjLLBBlA-9I1Az9o9foiq6qg5q0R7XBZKDizp5h0sjnwn1ltXgtCKPPtlSysJQIgJDW1SzVmdbha6aKSzT0QGCOaL/s1600/mpr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_engvy01riZ-k-QkrmilZ5oCnM-a3t7HjciNv9nT8QTfw3PmyyCwbjLLBBlA-9I1Az9o9foiq6qg5q0R7XBZKDizp5h0sjnwn1ltXgtCKPPtlSysJQIgJDW1SzVmdbha6aKSzT0QGCOaL/s320/mpr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590633939497083330" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-26250872779687456652011-03-15T15:30:00.006+00:002011-03-15T16:03:54.727+00:00Searching for a placeI have been absent from this blog for a long time, placing me all the way in third year now. I'm currently 7 working weeks away from my degree show, the very thought igniting the fear of god into myself and my peers. I originally started this blog as a kind of visible process from the beginning to end of my degree, hopefully highlighting successes and failures, areas of research and exploring my practise in a slightly more public sense. Unfortunately I pushed this blog to the side and now when I am in dire need of all the above I can't turn to this address for help. I decided it was important for me to begin placing some past and current work up here once again, in order to re establish my position which is currently feeling a little confused. <div><br /></div><div>To describe all the happenings since the beginning of this university year would be impossible, one of the most significant 'happening,' would be my discovery of 16mm film, a medium which has completely seduced my romantic side and has had me sat with metres and metres of film trying to make sense of it all. Here is my first ever 16mm film, developed and processed myself. I projected this onto a false ceiling using a mirror and placed a bed beneath it.</div><div><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20873966?portrait=0&color=b4b4db" width="500" height="400" frameborder="0"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>The obscured vision gained by this work is due to a slipped lens hood, admittedly this was entirely accidental however the effect was really quite poetic within the context it was installed in. The film looks to be a vision seen from behind eyelids, producing questions about reality and dream. However at this point I was having to manually feed the film through the elf projector, which is completely absurd in any exhibition circumstance, so this led me to research possibilities in looping the film. </div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-54872429455506909322010-03-19T19:27:00.019+00:002011-03-10T13:29:12.895+00:00An interview with Chantal Powell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDCMdnNZJDtpjvgvKGkamUneXp-ci03fbDyNOjs7tulJ_dD6eAcaDaBD81bbKR3hu5Cf6PssAjvUjfi8y44Cd13X-cPtikDx7SkQfKAB7ETEH0tunAZVOXb112HzUDoOdcw1PfyXjgZUk/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDCMdnNZJDtpjvgvKGkamUneXp-ci03fbDyNOjs7tulJ_dD6eAcaDaBD81bbKR3hu5Cf6PssAjvUjfi8y44Cd13X-cPtikDx7SkQfKAB7ETEH0tunAZVOXb112HzUDoOdcw1PfyXjgZUk/s320/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467010450829634450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I often find the most difficult answers to be found, are best posed as questions to others. When directed at others and written down in black and white, they seem less daunting. The following interview took place with Chantal Powell currently involved in the exhibition, 'Recollection,' at the Chapel Gallery in Lancashire and is preparing for her debut solo show, 'Traces and Testament,' at the Westbourne Grove church taking place from the </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">7th July to the 10th August.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">An artist who is similarly preocuppied with nostalgia, memory and age, her exploration of objects is particulary interesting as they take on experiences, history and memories of their own. Check out her blog:</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><a href="http://chantalpowell.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">http://chantalpowell.wordpress.com/</span></span></span></a></span></span></div></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Memory is often criticized within the art world as being too vague a term, are you interested in a specific genre or type of memory and how do you explore this?</span></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I’m interested in the small and the personal, the unseen moments that shape us and make us unique. Christian Boltanski called this, “little memory” and contrasts it to the large collective memory of history. I like to explore the fragility of this type of memory and the emotional response it generates. I often do this through the use of objects that have fragments of a story for the viewer to investigate which then, hopefully, lead to a series of thoughtful personal associations.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is your work at all autobiographical, are the memories involved generic or personal to you?</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I use objects that have a memory or history attached to them then they tend to be objects that are removed from me because I actually find it quite restrictive to have all the facts. I like the idea of mixing truth and fiction, to build a narrative from a suggested story and to exaggerate elements that I am drawn to. When there are autobiographical aspects to my work I think they come through in a more subtle way – like the use of peacock feathers on the reclaimed bed. As a child I remember thinking these feathers were almost mystical in their beauty and longed to possess one. It was then an intuitive choice of material when making the bed piece with its connotations of desire, and extravagant beauty. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlI4J_TJxOQVy4K9E-QDuHcC4-JMaIEWs2nKazr2c_7HHCgakIdH9SUOkgC-DSIq7_rGpGSANV-n01YSDmjqjWrVYfEWFT7iKNtgZOmKKw1xPtFaDIKobr8RBA-jROw9YUU8BKPPIrNU9h/s1600/cast+iron+bed+with+300+peacock+feathers.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlI4J_TJxOQVy4K9E-QDuHcC4-JMaIEWs2nKazr2c_7HHCgakIdH9SUOkgC-DSIq7_rGpGSANV-n01YSDmjqjWrVYfEWFT7iKNtgZOmKKw1xPtFaDIKobr8RBA-jROw9YUU8BKPPIrNU9h/s320/cast+iron+bed+with+300+peacock+feathers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467003253086582706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">How do you gather inspiration to make work?</span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The starting point for a specific work tends to be an object or material that I have been drawn to and felt compelled to acquire. The finding of these inspirational starting points or ingredients to a piece I find almost as exciting as creating the work itself. </span></span></span><b><span lang="EN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In general though inspiration comes from many sources, an emotive piece of music, a visually evocative David Lynch film, other artists work, or emotions or moments in my own life that are particularly palpable.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A lot of the time I think its just about taking a moment and looking twice at something you may otherwise pass by in life. Stopping and really seeing the beauty in something ordinary.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:red;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You have a particular interest in the effect time has on objects, alongside the effect time has on the mind; what is it about the aging process you find so appealing?</span></span></span></i></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It’s the contradiction that all things are constantly deteriorating and yet at the same time they are undergoing a process of enrichment by the stories and physical imprint that the environment and our lives places upon them. Its raises interesting questions about the value we place on the aging process I think.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you could exhibit one piece anywhere, where and what would you exhibit?</span></span></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Why? What does the relationship between the two mean? </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I’d love to make a site-specific work for an amazing space like Palazzo Fortuny in Venice. To date I have tended to make pieces in isolation of their surroundings but an interior is like a giant object really and I’d love to spend more time considering that aspect in my work. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Within memory, which sense would you describe as the most evocative?</span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Smell I think. Maybe I should do something with that . . .</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What are you looking to create next?</span></span></i></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At the moment I’m pretty focused on completing works for the show I have coming up this summer in Notting </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hill.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Its my first solo show and so I’m very excited but it does mean lots of time devoted to organising and publicising it. When the show is done my main focus will be continuing an exciting collaborative project with another artist, Dean Melbourne, based on a novella called “The Ebony Tower” by John Fowles. That’s going to be a great show so watch this space!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is the most important thing for the audience to experience when viewing and taking part in your work?</span></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Its really important for me to create a sense of intimacy for the viewer. I think in doing this people engage more with a work and are more likely to go further with it and a re more likely to go further with it. i try to dot his by adopting objects or projecting ideas which express and articulate something private.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ihope they also pick up a sense of duality with the work- life and death, present past, me and you, things disclosed and kept hidden.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mostly I hope they accept the invitation to go on a journey with me.</span></span></p><div><span lang="EN" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></div></div></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-83315848523380629482010-01-06T20:28:00.017+00:002010-05-05T11:53:35.733+01:00Kitsch and Twee, what are they?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj3qrpY-m4aXj12qZ2cExntB7JI5GvQCdS7GwuV8lgbZVpGje0hQ7O2CVzGR8Yt7q5rEDreaDkSfn9OEGTPW_A1Q54Q4wwkKKHCc3Y25elVJrriKy-uk5sXs5V1Gav_uGRneADj3BZqOt/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj3qrpY-m4aXj12qZ2cExntB7JI5GvQCdS7GwuV8lgbZVpGje0hQ7O2CVzGR8Yt7q5rEDreaDkSfn9OEGTPW_A1Q54Q4wwkKKHCc3Y25elVJrriKy-uk5sXs5V1Gav_uGRneADj3BZqOt/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423732301000124114" /></a>After recently finishing a piece of writing that explores these terms and their relevance to nostalgia, I decided to post a segment of research onto here. Along with a still from my in progress animation. Again I installed within my shed, Within further research of the space it seems the clocktower I live in was home to retired war veterans, who were essentially sent here to die. In a bizarre relevance to my own exploration into melancholic feelings of nostalgia, I felt that again the space was extremely well suited to the piece I wanted to make.<br /><i><br /></i><div><i>'In effect it is a littering of objects I have spent a long time collecting which encapsulate the term 'twee,' I wanted to create an eerie suspension of memory, the fragility of the porcelain resonates with the fragility of a personal recollection. I was hoping to recreate the delicate nature of nostalgia and its way of rose tinting certain fragments in time.</i><div><i><br /><br /></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdB1AyghKQ6UcdNXmIJcLTxSVigqrm6ov_9XENVQGotuCc8WPkUkwSe7DV_lUTzGplx7a-4GBCyP-hUxhgtbv7v8B6eqgDl5ISwAQ7z81V-DZlN3Q_kSRKbB-XuYTbER8g2bl97RFCcnO/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdB1AyghKQ6UcdNXmIJcLTxSVigqrm6ov_9XENVQGotuCc8WPkUkwSe7DV_lUTzGplx7a-4GBCyP-hUxhgtbv7v8B6eqgDl5ISwAQ7z81V-DZlN3Q_kSRKbB-XuYTbER8g2bl97RFCcnO/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423729335526055602" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"></span></i></p><i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Kitsch is used to recapture iconic images. The general appearance disregards subtlety with garish colours, it can be very tongue in cheek, camp and often vulgar. In contrast, twee describes objects of true sentimentality;’ saccharin sweet designs often described as chocolate boxy or affectedly dainty. </i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Commonly decorated with idyllic scenes of cosy cottages or perfect families, twee also commemorates a moment of perfection which could be referred to as another ‘stock emotion,’ yet they are images which connect with our memory in a different way. Twee reminds us of loved ones, pastimes and cherished moments by using a stock type image or design, we attach this to personal memories which do not meet up to the staged original image. Kitsch is more often a recreation of an icon or symbol with universal appeal, generally created in bad taste. The recreation fails to deliver and increments a sense of disappointment or humility.'</i></p></i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">It feels like an enormous relief to have finally finished the writing from which this excerpt has been taken! I have an immense reading list to take this research any further but I hope someone has enjoyed reading it somewhere! here is a little of Richard Slee's fantastic use of kitsch to regale darker and mundane issues alongside a little 'Twee' which I couldn't resist.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBVAoGqpJWgyPgSqH6-VKL8rMeIYc1tSYQfCH_zz68ualust4PUHX0q6wbMk6Mcy6ZqbXnAE-3WQzYs6kMPKxiJu0IHOTKgtMNlBWQ9LxKTtPbMQ6dSEXsmtp3-ah97GajXa1wjwlZbGl/s400/Book-ends-175.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425209237016917298" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9wg9W0yLukn0QUy04NhZum3KMo2er3sawqPhhabFIZpWhhBCKPleanVdRm-9IR6GV_0IzNGmaoXmglJn1sWszQ-tNKT82H_96_2PP-ulvubH36Ss3Fo2tZ3H2YSy5ti0SFCnkrwTdaPF/s400/Missed-175.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425209700843076002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgrXZa-BAD-IEJDQ1DAgC5vhAGK5lq8gETCVRYYe5qtfHn3OF6VgQLqH4wiC_VboajD2wl7CTXJ4L4RdJp2doB0rJSRB9nkNFXSBHRTnvoojux5ZQwmDvIM1XOdS1mky7l9Sshyphenhyphen-zBIo2/s400/Flower-175.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425209432284998354" /></p></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJea1lRmkW_L2oKniObqp3J21VEwDilrx5rZAWH35vGHS4ekg-cPYALlI3rkA-C7FKniwvL5y_cLqKFCwntOnIObruX_P-g_zq9NjmBPpXXi7QNj5uVtsCLmGGdHBoPit_nk_gB8mgbsrk/s400/Tents-175.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425210120151681810" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jyhgGhT-K8JXR-5gbo7QpeUA5gVAIr5_IIwqZjR8MQquLi4WkV3FYi3v5Tl4C_Ekn-IFJrSm5Ia7_fLoLsUUkXaR1b2amuDMVrTYwF5H6FFjQk9W29HN8Sjwdv64ADY_XIl5pMclRmtg/s400/rs_16c_175.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425210759510255122" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWW6uBqg_D3wMqdrGRazEmVVXTZqGBrQRegT_OZBrXRfhsbj3n1-uFhR8jJZyKjQr-Oca5Ftpy4oqPbzFUmly3AfKxrbij7wyGfvvWqwMQRY65u_GQ-hvcOfymM-XKNIIbwCXmAQ5hxkJp/s400/The-wheelbarrow-175.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425210184148132898" /></div><br />For more fantastic creations visit his website; <a href="http://www.richardslee.com/richardslee_2.html">http://www.richardslee.com/richardslee_2.html</a><br /><br /></div><div>Back to taking stills for my stopmotion animation, will post the finished piece at a later date :)</div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-78510148829623905772009-11-07T23:14:00.006+00:002010-05-05T11:54:11.994+01:00Nostalgia : n.1. A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the pastI am really obssessed with nostalgia, I cant stop myself buying anything that reminds me of either my grandmas house or where I lived when I was a little girl. I love anything that evokes that lost feeling. I think the last show I visited by Kirsty E Smith also rekindled my love of anything kitsch. These two videos seem to be really relevant to me right now, I think the first has a great nostalgic feeling, the second just reminds how fantastic simplicity can be sometimes, I am just starting to do a bit of stop motion animation and It really can be best to stick to basics with good camera shots.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1807479&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=b4b4db&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1807479&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=b4b4db&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="220"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6708704&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=b4b4db&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6708704&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=b4b4db&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="220"></embed></object>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-45035984414028690052009-11-05T10:23:00.003+00:002009-11-05T10:31:21.230+00:00Close Encounters of a Frillip Moolog Kind<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JlT4OO1n9yHdvG6QmMvjUApvYF9OYQNiaIMFQOTysC_mMgsRDGt3-Bv7WQDw0hNYpLyx7hwO-vwIeHGEZbLUeolaODYmH9qZJGmoOoy7dmowV8w5W1R-6AVLtUPWhkfboOo3k07dJw6g/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400564119763248402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JlT4OO1n9yHdvG6QmMvjUApvYF9OYQNiaIMFQOTysC_mMgsRDGt3-Bv7WQDw0hNYpLyx7hwO-vwIeHGEZbLUeolaODYmH9qZJGmoOoy7dmowV8w5W1R-6AVLtUPWhkfboOo3k07dJw6g/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" /></a><br />I recently visisted the Solihull Gallery to see Kirsty .E. Smiths exhibition, I was impressed by her work and left feeling newly inspired, I have been focusing on animating recently and it was good to see some exciting installations.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400564514538658818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-ExpCchUYlsxsrFOljxP_G7WrmaTTPervPraJYuMtZOA48ewVtzbdqisIs_oVjQI2MLUtbNSGIvEuLTx2HIZ3MLrx-AzsX6hV9f1gLfYPqeqQhd-9Y0TSpTBTlZGPDV_KIIuDsApGxNS/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /></p><p>You can read my review here- <a href="http://www.a-n.co.uk/interface/reviews/single/578995">www.a-n.co.uk/interface/reviews/single/578995</a></p><p><br /> </p>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-69076787708903731902009-06-01T22:09:00.009+01:002010-05-05T11:56:32.814+01:00Old booksLiterature and old books have been inspirations of mine for a long time, I think there is something so nostalgic and wise about an old book. I have been rooting for this image for a very long time and I finally came across it in this months elle. It was Flabbergasting! Anyway this is she, Su Blackwell and she is absolutely amazing.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473325339575458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LvqreDaYJgwrxEKdbOKggAI__DsP6ZcOhxcp8dWUfx_wrmwL6oRS11qOvyWhXOYorOR0QKVeTYDZ4iWkH2N02iNilvvTuFAvblGxyPjFqRTn-c3SIzPvTUySsiBtC01CjRGF4G-lE0Se/s400/untitled.bmp" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473175448399906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAGRaFVSiQRCtVSuPuAVTWBWF0ILnwWJRC8U0swR9BgLSaY4LsCpZwLsSZeqUPniVLZIxdD7B1DaPw4qYLfPGjtDVIu0Wk-dkCfBfifdkkhYBVcl0likREhmR0IReShjKZ6Hiw2LNfrmK/s400/Su+Blackwell+1_php.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473074815790722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIBfda80Fm3YgFXbGMqllpg1eMQ3wiYO9DVV8EnCxALNMxd8FdChuYqbs0ckw0l7RzeejPwpceua10fYNClbAIxZQWuhEbvkiehkpvYZq9zJMLQDTIRdrRsEvGTDODJgxXSonmNy-gr6_/s400/Su+Blackwell+2_php.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />Heres a few of mine<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342475312917510578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwm3ZLdCzCbt62vnVHd3IQH-dwhPG4BYDH1Hv16Bz5fRER5EoICBEav45aDNp2o3C4g1VfbPtvTsS-0w05tP1WyB8RsGOtjlQylnLvfuageBZqpN2U1LRtpBHFUT0DnvGXk-VPMOpyJzHL/s400/finl+how+043.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342475732990500498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0K7lt2HtQbBKGBCTExkbAPJ9hj6lL3Rsv4UXM1asyVvMp9kG2Ip-sfeWZm1GXgWWdqz0diApbbg7gt4fWrrr6A2I8a3OBq8os5R-SJOULsaw4cDfQZbzvTvrXt-X0W7AL29R9dKl1_HqK/s400/finl+how+007.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div>I'm working on a group project where we intend to exhibit within empty and disused spaces such as shop fronts and abandoned churches. This is the blog - <a href="http://www.nottsandbolt.blogspot./">http://www.nottsandbolt.blogspot./</a><br />This is going to include lots of new work !<br /><br /><div> </div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-69964841543597892072009-05-14T16:10:00.009+01:002010-05-05T11:54:38.535+01:00Utopian Shed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlSNvY2w74SvYkK1KHa0o31M9qqni4OvYEDWyQAhbOGhmHrGsz2TLodOXqu5BMn_PlPmnbJspn9CrBHYM5qhLF-1kJCk8wM3zP7OQFOsKiN-noBlJWzXz9KLj9mXrgmpNyHkK8oo2CvSg/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335698154926985618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlSNvY2w74SvYkK1KHa0o31M9qqni4OvYEDWyQAhbOGhmHrGsz2TLodOXqu5BMn_PlPmnbJspn9CrBHYM5qhLF-1kJCk8wM3zP7OQFOsKiN-noBlJWzXz9KLj9mXrgmpNyHkK8oo2CvSg/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">My exhibition is finally over, I have presented and now I just need to document the process which is hard going but satisfying. After my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">uber</span> inspiring 'Site Specific,' workshop I decided to throw caution to the wind and remove <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">myself</span> from the studio environment completely. I can honestly say this was the best decision i made all year, the sheds <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dilapidated</span> quality made the piece more beautiful and gave the site an eerie and other <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">worldly</span> feel. In fact, a member of the viewing audience compared it to the wardrobe in Narnia which I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">absolutely</span> ecstatic to hear. I have decided to upload the images of my final piece as well as introducing you to the next stage of my work. I have entered a group project at this part of the module which is really exciting, I'll fill you in after these images :) enjoy!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335698345826707618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lVhIPNENBgemra5gIhl545NfKjeRhKvHvn0afkqJ7BAnb3p1PCI3gb1nOTwDsggDtv_olwIUj6MnrzUnUFSK3sj_7ZWnak8GySChlUj43Jkbz3aMGmgmB185nVewseUs2USiOAnlsBby/s400/DSC_0247.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335698539530034930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnupImCUZiJ1f18y1xP_c5zWm_OO-Mm8Zs1aPD4c98_qE_5bEabDwjZqgjBX4hcb73l1dTvIlNTf4V_tlKaI3lgzmTq_XJP1aMC9Yy0YQx23IUb9o77MtlpbYD6Ndv2xD4qzDgC7Y7bLc/s400/DSC_0250.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335698694426638194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFDHOAlRA5ezoshakamDrXRmh3bKE_8nr-Ho-Ve5TsAy6iDNQZJiDQZO7R460Bbzkw9_FwNtAdsmjCeSKsWTlCV9JQ-JEvVAdxqoCCyWE5fYMqXmgfOm7EJK1ioaMtwSurhnD-ILJDuT8/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">The last image with the small dark dots are hole punches of old book pages suspended by invisible thread. In real life they look like cobwebs, my own little Susan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Collis</span> moment! The total amount of paperclips is still up in the air but I reckon there are over 5 thousand paperclips in total. The group project has really got me a bit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">goosepimply</span>, we are going to create an exhibition in an abandoned building, whether that be an empty shop window, an old church or a derelict site. Our name is BOLT and we are curating the exhibition around the idea of a 'key.' I'm considering using keyholes as my own personal starting point; I like the idea of catching a glimpse of something, but not really knowing what lies behind that closed door. This group is already living the dream, we just have to make our own happen now. Take a quick look and I'll post again soon :) <a href="http://www.artistsandmakers.com/index.php?topic=artistsmakers">http://www.artistsandmakers.com/index.php?topic=artistsmakers</a></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-12207081758541552782009-05-02T12:39:00.012+01:002010-05-05T11:55:02.040+01:00Childlike Meanderings<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331192448371531394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xdJr5y7N29lZ7IbP2yB_xznykOvDvDuMUCKxnrEXeEIwu4TQqrTYNmBu5FVbyzm9gqZkXS1a7BieHABaVoqG3Jiv5xROWnWyBZ80vSRS3zYMdoH1KecXOHonMlXRvSt2KViec5vLRQQK/s400/sweet_city_drawing_by_Backwaan.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div>In a recent exhibition that I 'invigilated,' I was reading through a book of Utopian theory and ideaology and taking notes on Freuds hilariously out of date views when I started to wonder about personal Utopias yet again. As the basis of my 'world inside shoes,' project The theme of Utopias is one that really excites me. I made a nice collection of other peole havens and dreams and started to build models of these worlds as best I could. I had a particularly successful distopia which I created out of discarded computer parts. This formed an urban skyline which photographed really well. This Utopia is from the mind of my little brother who was 11 at the time. I can only take a smidgen of the credit :)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331192203102115538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidd64jbRtwya3lAhQpvu8gco4SXYDWHzZlf1mcN11kz422ZEZQ13gMoTDzRlyLiPhuOWtAIVKxoiY4icqDh5GO5aXbjwmZgvzMCUibuKxA743rbQUu7spqQHdSgWJua-grjkJJDysmECkA/s400/sweet_city_by_Backwaan.jpg" border="0" /><br />P.S He was extremely dissapointd that I used a glue gun, in his utopia, everything is stuck together with syrup.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331195699331209202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4XkwTBNdb5B-2XALaOeQHkVVJqAHncPSeojP65WO7LUPMSmfk-6blzRDP9gemuNJX6_sh6YGlHzxhTA4Djdt-lVoUCY4qf04vhfCWgDQEcCBNJ2_ikObgWjkAWedrZQtOtD0YQTDkbfik/s400/SarahSze-0237_2hi.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Just for thrills, here's a fantastic artist whose creations always transport me to a personal utopia. Sarah Sze is where I draw a lot of my inspiration from, she is the reason I have spent over £40 on coloured paperclips, and more importantly the reason I have painstakingly twisted each one creating a mass of spiralled coloured wire. I will explain all this at a later date, for now just enjoy the transportation.<br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331196014372642978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KF9mOiKJB0a0KY4XzzJwXH6V_kQRqRHH61UKIsik-siKvbq80YbJbKFTgEqNPl-xKTY6sHcyYzHFThfPMvQs1CH-yi-kh1WXb9uukMdtkPbuk1XbWzECxSmdr0KX_WSKft6zd2tJC_42/s400/243-817.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331196232317182066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUePBmDWQdqx1N2feW1xPTkzqK2xUk3ahdVyvInHgWGNzb8gaGBBScIWGTe_F7PEzqnOakPMzC9KjXmVUwL62YwMDS9pZLOBBb1U37aEj34jDOOLwQMdkw3_jZYFebUv4p9YkqwyIeT5DO/s400/sSze_lg.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-29577958274537154032009-04-29T23:10:00.003+01:002009-04-29T23:34:17.466+01:00Embracing the elements<div>Rifling way in a mountain of my stored away sketchbooks; I discovered this ink drawing. I am really fond of the style and the characterisation. The sketchbook was a short project on how we 'charactarize,' images, drawings and even actors. I think it was after watching 'Lemony Snicket,' which I was really shocked to discover wasn't directed or animated by Tim Burton. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330243609644673170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwILa84j5Rfivzzszmzf69JQxCDHpMRoCoQg2UvcMVVb9KGrFQW6uXod52Pf7uXlAjqOuE7h-y5EoCuhsKVFDcfU1Z7jR-OWdK4l53Ou9xzQj4IErp6emDf6keV-SEt7ad_RGnC_BBQZG-/s400/land+sea++air.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And then for a reflection on the sheer power of the human brain, and the assurance that their are still Einsteins in the world ; Theo Jansen, an amazing kinetic sculptor, please watch this he is incredible.<br /></div><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OR_-Y-eIlQo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OR_-Y-eIlQo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928727409770032171.post-32225744350018852162009-04-28T21:01:00.013+01:002010-05-05T11:55:31.298+01:00Attatched to the Orient<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_oGaUeE4O4OWhLWtn65anR4CXzX65TYqlRptGo3yJU0qTTfArLMAFlyhUQe7akCHv21ylxZkCUEhuUDIZOGDVYH9xzYNG37CjjuTgUayvUM_-3NGcJVWIuEG9XjEAKEsI-HmJiv5skun/s1600-h/ff99_12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329836529231728674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_oGaUeE4O4OWhLWtn65anR4CXzX65TYqlRptGo3yJU0qTTfArLMAFlyhUQe7akCHv21ylxZkCUEhuUDIZOGDVYH9xzYNG37CjjuTgUayvUM_-3NGcJVWIuEG9XjEAKEsI-HmJiv5skun/s400/ff99_12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>An Ode to strange inspirations; my obsession with japanese drawings has driven me to purchase this beautiful dress off ebay. Bit of an e-bay noobie, I am eagerly awaiting the beautiful pattern which I can both pour over and wear. (perfect)</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329838250807367026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRt7RzX7goVWThnNhKPtYOe07UEruqqMzHYCe71FFOTeHMHL7f3IAOr-0M1IEXIl1d9m6xholEA0EUcoRN-KUbsYJcd_eC5-gNzMWDH2eolZrpBI3_GCc6j93E8zueU3M3uFRgGAd4Siy/s400/3236753419_8a950a7862_b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329837335005542322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNpF0EQCkKly-dqXk2mV37Bf_ILKRSnJTdWrRBZwEZylY0TQfZWnKPCVuO366yIcYop5VpE3QxfVpJ0ugrcbhkN_FxMG91XiDJc4AA04pAAhQAiYBfgHtZPlo0aCehtRP2W3qcCrAHw_C/s400/xenz-unforscenery.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329837740370776658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8UPt7H-3_0k1hgxYC1bdW5UMaiZe1WfEuZI3_5GqFuUzLaIbxSM_5Tit68d0bcJ0lCJjQwGq9yfCgKSnREqvL84MwNAlpVOMudDJRcuU0U_fs4FrUgVb6oLb6JYNIOUjJB89AtlNr4u5/s400/440.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>I Had to post about this legendary artist. Xenz is an inspirational graffitti artist based in the uk, he has a current exhibition in Bristol which looks fantastic. His murals are beautiful and his newer work on antique objects is really worth a look at. All his work is up at</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.xenz.org/">http://www.xenz.org/</a></div>Backwaanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16172934908395542080noreply@blogger.com0