Squirrel | for Runa
Body Poppin' | for Raymond
Monday, 9 July 2012
recent birthday card drawings
As I don't really like buying birthday cards, I usually make hand drawn and hand collage my own.. here are two more recent designs that I have sent to friends.
Squirrel | for Runa
Body Poppin' | for Raymond
Squirrel | for Runa
Body Poppin' | for Raymond
Sunday, 8 July 2012
£1 Art Sale
Portrait photographs courtsey of John Lynch
There is going to be a £1 Art Sale going on at the Night and Day Bar on Oldham Street in Manchester's Northern Quarter. This is going to be a strange affair, all work is priced at a pound be it painting, collage or whatever.
As soon as I heard about I wanted to get involved. It took to about 1.30am last night to get my table booked and now I am going to shoot off as I have to be there in about 2 hours. I am selling rusty bolts and various prints of the Lucien Fellowes Road-Side Markings series.
I am a little precious about the bolts as they are part of an ongoing series that I hope will accumulate into an exhibition. These artifacts may get snubbed at such an event but they are a valid artful source. I hope...
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The whole £1 Art Sale thing was an all in all good experience. We, the artists, got shown our places and I had a quite a fitting space with a wall where I could hang an A0 sized print and I then began to dress my table. I had a fine selection of nuts and bolts, my corroded box of business cards, some A3 prints and the last of the books that I had printed earlier last year.
The artists ranged from illustrators, collagists and graffiti based illustrators. I had two friends who attended the sale as art sellers and they sold quite well, the art was at a bargain price. This event had, to me, the same feelings as the art burning exercise that happens up at Islington Mill. Instead of firing your work up into the dark blue, here you have the chance to purge yourself and make a small amount of pocket change. It was both a cathartic experience and sometimes exhilirating one too.
Whenever I had people milling around to my corner of the sale I began my pitch and described what I had to offer to guys who were generally interested and opened up the somewhat quite bewildered ones. It is a little strange to see rusted bolts at an art sale but as I have said earlier, these items are art. At this point I would like to give my wholeheartedly appreciation to the three people who actually bought one of the Road-Side Artifacts Numbered One-Two & Three.
Friday, 29 June 2012
word of the day part:fifty-two | trepidation
trepidation
trep·i·da·tion [ˌtrɛpɪˈdeɪʃən]
n.
1. a state of fear or anxiety
2. a condition of quaking or palpitation, esp one caused by anxiety
[Latin trepidti, trepidtin-, from trepidtus, past participle of trepidre, to be in a state of confusion, from trepidus, anxious.]
trepidatious | adj.
trep·i·da·tion [ˌtrɛpɪˈdeɪʃən]
n.
1. a state of fear or anxiety
2. a condition of quaking or palpitation, esp one caused by anxiety
[Latin trepidti, trepidtin-, from trepidtus, past participle of trepidre, to be in a state of confusion, from trepidus, anxious.]
trepidatious | adj.
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
contemporary film and video showcase
I went to the MMU Contemporary Film and Video showcase tonight at 20-22 Dale Street on the outskirts of the Northern Quarter in Manchester tonight. There was eight films to watch at this event and a bar that was adequately supplied with Vedett bottled beer.
A friend of mine (Kieran Izquierdo) was starring in one of the films called Solace that was filmed by CFV graduate, Liam Healy. As I was privy to information about this film and knew the actor on a personal basis, I was quite interested and tentative to see the final outcome.
His film was the sixth to be played and this created a sense of fervour, somewhat. The films in themselves where on the social drama side of things with some being quite sugary. Two in particular which was called Heavenly Hands and Grandpa's Girl had the subject of loss playing heavily within their contexts but for me the best of the bunch was a film based on the last moments of Bette Davis, directed by Nagwa Rahman.
Of course I enjoyed my friend's called was was named Solace. This film centred on the protaganist who had problems with self-image. It was a very moody affair and with just one line of dialogue that read 'it doesn't get any better'. This dialogue happened within the last moments of the film and gave me goosebumps. There are references to the myth of Narcisuss within the context and I may need to watch it again.
Back to the Bette Davis film, this was the only film that had a surreal and abstract feel to it. As said previously, all the other films had a social drama and realistic edge to them. This film felt like what it would be like to be on the cusp of death..a sort of liminal time. That feeling when you have been held within the grasps of a fever and have an out of body experience. I found this film quite personal, more personal than the films about loss of somebody close. This is because it centres, to me, on the loss of identity.
The other notable film was the last of the buch and was called Hunter, dirested by Mike J Scott. This was rightly left for the ending as it was a quite dark and brooding novella about the breakdown of a schoolboy who witnesses the sudden death of his quite obnoxious but influential father. His father dies in a bath by a strangely placed electric radio beside him.
For some reason, the schoolboy takes his father's rifle and shoots his friend whom he lured to the woods and the final scene is him murdering his mother by suffocating her with clingfilm. This film was well-shot and with Solace, the only two that has the capacity to become feature length of any worth.
I'm not poo-pooing the other films and GreyHound was quite an interesting affair but my favourites of the night was the Bette Davis, Solace and Hunter.
Bette Davis | Nagwa Rahman
Solace | Liam Healy
Hunter | Mike J Scott
A friend of mine (Kieran Izquierdo) was starring in one of the films called Solace that was filmed by CFV graduate, Liam Healy. As I was privy to information about this film and knew the actor on a personal basis, I was quite interested and tentative to see the final outcome.
His film was the sixth to be played and this created a sense of fervour, somewhat. The films in themselves where on the social drama side of things with some being quite sugary. Two in particular which was called Heavenly Hands and Grandpa's Girl had the subject of loss playing heavily within their contexts but for me the best of the bunch was a film based on the last moments of Bette Davis, directed by Nagwa Rahman.
Of course I enjoyed my friend's called was was named Solace. This film centred on the protaganist who had problems with self-image. It was a very moody affair and with just one line of dialogue that read 'it doesn't get any better'. This dialogue happened within the last moments of the film and gave me goosebumps. There are references to the myth of Narcisuss within the context and I may need to watch it again.
Back to the Bette Davis film, this was the only film that had a surreal and abstract feel to it. As said previously, all the other films had a social drama and realistic edge to them. This film felt like what it would be like to be on the cusp of death..a sort of liminal time. That feeling when you have been held within the grasps of a fever and have an out of body experience. I found this film quite personal, more personal than the films about loss of somebody close. This is because it centres, to me, on the loss of identity.
The other notable film was the last of the buch and was called Hunter, dirested by Mike J Scott. This was rightly left for the ending as it was a quite dark and brooding novella about the breakdown of a schoolboy who witnesses the sudden death of his quite obnoxious but influential father. His father dies in a bath by a strangely placed electric radio beside him.
For some reason, the schoolboy takes his father's rifle and shoots his friend whom he lured to the woods and the final scene is him murdering his mother by suffocating her with clingfilm. This film was well-shot and with Solace, the only two that has the capacity to become feature length of any worth.
I'm not poo-pooing the other films and GreyHound was quite an interesting affair but my favourites of the night was the Bette Davis, Solace and Hunter.
Bette Davis | Nagwa Rahman
Solace | Liam Healy
Hunter | Mike J Scott
word of the day part:fifty-one | quixotic
quixotic
quix·ot·ic [kwɪkˈsɒtɪk]
quix·ot·i·cal
adj.
1. Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality.
2. Capricious; impulsive.
[From English Quixote, a visionary, after Don Quixote, hero of a romance by Miguel de Cervantes.]
quixotically | adv.
quixotism | n.
quix·ot·ic [kwɪkˈsɒtɪk]
quix·ot·i·cal
adj.
1. Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality.
2. Capricious; impulsive.
[From English Quixote, a visionary, after Don Quixote, hero of a romance by Miguel de Cervantes.]
quixotically | adv.
quixotism | n.
Friday, 22 June 2012
word of the day part:fifty | cantankerous
cantankerous
can·tan·ker·ous [kænˈtæŋkərəs]
adj.
1. Ill-tempered, irascible and quarrelsome; disagreeable.
2. Difficult to handle.
[Perhaps from Middle English contek, dissension (influenced by such words as rancorous and cankerous), from Anglo-Norman contec, possibly from Latin contctus, past participle of contingere, to touch; see contact.]
cantankerously | adv.
cantankerousness | n.
can·tan·ker·ous [kænˈtæŋkərəs]
adj.
1. Ill-tempered, irascible and quarrelsome; disagreeable.
2. Difficult to handle.
[Perhaps from Middle English contek, dissension (influenced by such words as rancorous and cankerous), from Anglo-Norman contec, possibly from Latin contctus, past participle of contingere, to touch; see contact.]
cantankerously | adv.
cantankerousness | n.
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
word of the day part:forty-nine | sacrosanct
sacrosanct
sac·ro·sanct [ˈsækrəʊˌsæŋkt]
adj.
Regarded as sacred and inviolable.
[Latin sacrsnctus, consecrated with religious ceremonies : sacr, ablative of sacrum, religious rite (from neuter of sacer, sacred; see sacred) + snctus, past participle of sancre, to consecrate; see sak- in Indo-European roots.]
sacrosanctity, sacrosanctness | noun.
sac·ro·sanct [ˈsækrəʊˌsæŋkt]
adj.
Regarded as sacred and inviolable.
[Latin sacrsnctus, consecrated with religious ceremonies : sacr, ablative of sacrum, religious rite (from neuter of sacer, sacred; see sacred) + snctus, past participle of sancre, to consecrate; see sak- in Indo-European roots.]
sacrosanctity, sacrosanctness | noun.
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