April 4, 2012
Claudio Parentela’s collages

Claudio Parentela’s collages

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April 4, 2012
"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become."

— Carl Jung

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March 28, 2012

Today I had a small private exhibition of my own at the corridors on the third floor of LCC. Joking. It was just to choose between my thousands of prints and decide how am I going to display them at the exhibition. Crossing fingers for tomorrow :D

March 27, 2012
Well, this is hilarious

I’ve been in printmaking for like 10 days now working on my final pieces. I’ve been trying out screen printing, monoprints and dedicating most of my time to photocopy offset lithography. I can’t tell how much money I’ve already spent at Hobs doing A2 and A1 photocopies (they charge me different amounts each time¿?). Where I’m trying to get at is that I’ve been sweating blood to get the perfect prints, but life is never fair, so when Andy came to printmaking today and saw my pictures…guess what he said. EXACTLY. He prefers my previous prints!!!

He told me to stick all my prints up on the wall and we were deciding which ones and how to present them for assessment. He said very good things about my work. I’m so chuffed!

March 27, 2012

Drawings made while talking on the phone, simply bored or listening to music.

March 24, 2012

Lottie Davies/Memories and Nightmares

Lottie Davies’ work is concerned with stories, personal histories and identity. Since the dawn of language and conceptual thinking, we have constructed our sense of ‘self’ from memories, beliefs and ‘life-stories’. The tales and myths we tell ourselves and others about ourselves may be redemptive or they may be painful and despairing, but either way, they have intense personal meaning. Although each person’s story is inevitably coloured by the accidents and idiosyncrasies of a unique life and sensibility, they are told in conceptual languages of image and narrative which to some extent we all share. In many ways, stories and memories are a uniquely human experience; we have used them for generations to illustrate our lives, to record ourselves for the future, and to make sense of the past.
‘Memories and Nightmares’ is concerned with nightmares and early childhood memories, and the construction of identity through private interior narrative. At the beginning of 2008, Davies asked several of her friends to write accounts of either an early childhood memory or a nightmare. She used the resulting stories as inspiration for a series of images. In each image, a model stands in for the ‘true’ subject of the story, thus producing a different insight into the subject’s identity in comparison with more direct representations; an image drawn from the intensely private ‘internal’ life of one individual, which can nevertheless be brought into the light of shared conceptual discourse, and can perhaps speak to the interior life of others. Davies has said of her work, “our understanding of who we are can only be found from a single perspective; our own – no-one can see inside my head, it is only by reporting my thoughts and experiences that I can communicate ‘who I am’ and ‘I felt this’. The memories and nightmares I have collected are part of the wider collection of human stories, and by using them as inspiration for these images I hope to show an inkling of what it might be to witness someone else’s internal experience.“
Early childhood memories are particularly fascinating because they as take us as close as we can get to the impossible ‘once upon a time’; the very beginning of our stories of our existence in the world. They are where we begin. They are absolutely individual and personal; they are also retold and re-remembered, and the way one person describes the event or time may be different to others’ memory of it. What counts for us in the memory, it seems, is ultimately not its reference to the ‘objective facts’ of a particular moment but its capacity to act as a founding myth, a myth of the creation of the individual person. They are perhaps not even memories but memories of memories, reframed again and again as we revise our own sense of self in response to the threats and demands of the world. In nightmares as in early memories, we sometimes remember a clear narrative, but often what remains in our memories is only a landscape or a texture of feeling. For all their surreal or impossible elements, nightmares share the singularity and the inaccessibility of early memories. It is this paradox which lies behind the ‘Memories and Nightmares’ series.

March 24, 2012
Liu Bolin, the Invisible Man

Liu Bolin, the Invisible Man

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March 23, 2012
"It’s like the end of the day where you feel nothing has been achieved and you’re in a hurry to get the day over with so you can start the next one. You tell yourself you’re going to do lots of positive things. But the next day is just like the one before. Sometimes it goes on for weeks."

— Robert Smith

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March 23, 2012

March 23, 2012
I renounced to do risograph, both Hato press and Ditto press wrote back with budgets and it’s too expensive for such a small size. Hato press said they can’t screen print my images before Monday. Andy hasn’t replied to my email asking if we can use other colleges facilities. Oldacres doesn’t do photocopies in grey paper. Loligo press is gone on holiday.
I decided to do photocopy offset lithography, but I was having troubles to transfer the image, so I thought I could work with the inked photocopies and print the drawings on top.
On Friday I discovered what was wrong thanks to Barbara, who told me I must wipe off the gum arabic BEFORE inking the photocopy. Now it works so much better, so I’ll try to do it again on Monday and Tuesday.
I have to think how am I going to present this blog and the final pieces for assessment. This weekend I have to write the evaluation, do the risk assessment, fill the exhibition specification form and do the bibliography. I also intend to do some experimentation, because I’m shitting my pants thinking that I’m only goin to get a pass…

I renounced to do risograph, both Hato press and Ditto press wrote back with budgets and it’s too expensive for such a small size. Hato press said they can’t screen print my images before Monday. Andy hasn’t replied to my email asking if we can use other colleges facilities. Oldacres doesn’t do photocopies in grey paper. Loligo press is gone on holiday.

I decided to do photocopy offset lithography, but I was having troubles to transfer the image, so I thought I could work with the inked photocopies and print the drawings on top.

On Friday I discovered what was wrong thanks to Barbara, who told me I must wipe off the gum arabic BEFORE inking the photocopy. Now it works so much better, so I’ll try to do it again on Monday and Tuesday.

I have to think how am I going to present this blog and the final pieces for assessment. This weekend I have to write the evaluation, do the risk assessment, fill the exhibition specification form and do the bibliography. I also intend to do some experimentation, because I’m shitting my pants thinking that I’m only goin to get a pass…

March 21, 2012

March 21, 2012

March 21, 2012

March 21, 2012
Knots

I need to get out of this insecurity. I’ve sent emails to Loligo and Hato Press to check the price of screen printing my photos as the studio is going to be booked for MA students both Thursday and Friday. Risograph turned out to be small size -A3- and pretty expensive. Other option is make A1 photocopies at Oldacres, they have 90gsm paper in a nice greyish colour or make them A2 an do photocopy offset litho.

To combine them with the drawings I have two options:

  • Draw my interpretation of their words with monoprints
  • use bits of their drawings with photocopy offset litho

*Remember to continue using extender to make oil based inks more transparent

March 21, 2012
Thought it’s interesting as they are interviews and lots of colours are involved :)
vicemag:

Interviews with People Who Just Smoked DMT
Dimethyltryptamine is so hot right now. Ever since Enter the Void and DMT: The Spirit Molecule showed up on Netflix Instant, kids have been going gaga over this technology from another dimension.
An extremely effective, naturally occurring psychedelic compound that’s simultaneously spiritual and more fun than bumper boats, DMT is perhaps most famous for its instant and intense visuals. Within a few seconds of inhaling its thick, harsh smoke, one is taken to a place very different from what most contemporary Westerners refer to as reality. While there is a lot of debate regarding where that place exists (or if it exists, or if anything exists for that matter), it can be said with absolute certainty that DMT Town looks very cool. The passenger is immediately overwhelmed with exotic patterns, colors, textures, emotions, and other things that we don’t yet have words for. I recently came across some, shared it with my pals, and talked to them about their trips just as they floated back down to Earth.

Jodie
I felt what God was like. It was something that was smaller than anything. It’s not made of anything—it is everything around the thing that it is and everything inside of it at the same time and it kind of moves about in a way that’s not on the grid.
It was like time traveling, but it wasn’t time before or after, it was just adjacent to us. Early on I saw that Earth was having a vibration. That it was like a constant breath, but we can’t see it. You can’t see it from photos. The edge of everything. It got so hot. It was like a wave that was like electricity. It was black and then red and then white, and it was rounded and arched as if it were in orbit somewhere.
Your bodies were, like, singing—everything you were doing was like a song. You were making a symphony. The scratching and the movements were all in a rhythm, and I felt very happy. I was also seeing all this fun, wacky clown stuff. All these crazy geometric patterns. It seemed like they were laughing at me. Then there were these little elf things. I couldn’t see them but they were letting me know that they were there. I felt very happy, like, “Yeah, this is where I’m supposed to be.”
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Thought it’s interesting as they are interviews and lots of colours are involved :)

vicemag:

Interviews with People Who Just Smoked DMT

Dimethyltryptamine is so hot right now. Ever since Enter the Void and DMT: The Spirit Molecule showed up on Netflix Instant, kids have been going gaga over this technology from another dimension.

An extremely effective, naturally occurring psychedelic compound that’s simultaneously spiritual and more fun than bumper boats, DMT is perhaps most famous for its instant and intense visuals. Within a few seconds of inhaling its thick, harsh smoke, one is taken to a place very different from what most contemporary Westerners refer to as reality. While there is a lot of debate regarding where that place exists (or if it exists, or if anything exists for that matter), it can be said with absolute certainty that DMT Town looks very cool. The passenger is immediately overwhelmed with exotic patterns, colors, textures, emotions, and other things that we don’t yet have words for. I recently came across some, shared it with my pals, and talked to them about their trips just as they floated back down to Earth.

Jodie

I felt what God was like. It was something that was smaller than anything. It’s not made of anything—it is everything around the thing that it is and everything inside of it at the same time and it kind of moves about in a way that’s not on the grid.

It was like time traveling, but it wasn’t time before or after, it was just adjacent to us. Early on I saw that Earth was having a vibration. That it was like a constant breath, but we can’t see it. You can’t see it from photos. The edge of everything. It got so hot. It was like a wave that was like electricity. It was black and then red and then white, and it was rounded and arched as if it were in orbit somewhere.

Your bodies were, like, singing—everything you were doing was like a song. You were making a symphony. The scratching and the movements were all in a rhythm, and I felt very happy. I was also seeing all this fun, wacky clown stuff. All these crazy geometric patterns. It seemed like they were laughing at me. Then there were these little elf things. I couldn’t see them but they were letting me know that they were there. I felt very happy, like, “Yeah, this is where I’m supposed to be.”