Sunday 10 May 2015
Friday 20 March 2015
exploration into tapestry
Inspired by Mark Khaisman, I tried out parcel tape on plastic as a new medium for representation, playing with light and transparency.
the health of our spirits
our bodies die
our minds are lost
only our spirit survives
feed the hungry
Sunday 8 March 2015
is_Love_enough?
Love is enough, a show curated for Modern Art Oxford, attempts to draw parallels between two seemingly unrelated artists of different eras and worlds, Andy Warhol and William Morris.
Intrigued, I had to see this for myself. I couldn't comprehend the two personalities together.
There is a running theme of 'tapestry' and printing, both artists were printmakers, one of the silkscreen, the other wood blocks, and both believed, for different reasons, that art should belong in the everyday, using the process of making art itself as a way to mass produce their work.
Whilst Morris became decidedly a socialist with his inherent beliefs in the making and enjoyment of art for all people, Warhol believed in 'Commonism' bringing his work into popularity through the masses, on his lifelong quest for fame.
Thursday 1 January 2015
thou shalt not doubt
Do you ever find that you are minding your way in this world in peace, and then quite suddenly and commitedly, you cannot walk a step further? Your limbs cannot perceive the next step, and you start to question whether you should start turning back?
Don't. Turn. Back!
An invisible arrow got thrown at your heart, poisoned with fear and self-doubt. It is likely the arrow was thrown by your own hand.
But...why would I do that to myself?
Some sort of fear, probably. Fear of failure, fear of success. Fear of the unknown.
This year, I would like to put all those poisoned arrows away. Maybe start throwing around some fairy dust...
Let us only take steps forward confidently, and commit our hearts to that which we do and believe in. Let the new year be wholeheartedly doubtless.
Don't. Turn. Back!
An invisible arrow got thrown at your heart, poisoned with fear and self-doubt. It is likely the arrow was thrown by your own hand.
But...why would I do that to myself?
Some sort of fear, probably. Fear of failure, fear of success. Fear of the unknown.
This year, I would like to put all those poisoned arrows away. Maybe start throwing around some fairy dust...
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
Let us only take steps forward confidently, and commit our hearts to that which we do and believe in. Let the new year be wholeheartedly doubtless.
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