Burning houses.

Images from:-

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01291/cy-twombly-1_1291031c.jpg

http://www.fadwebsite.com/wp-content/uploads/cy-twombly-suma_1982.jpg

http://www.artlex.com/ArtLex/p/images/palimpsst_OhneTitel.lg.jpg

Cy Twombly ftw.

xxx<3

Cashmere moments.

So for the past couple of weeks ive been finding it difficult to produce much work as i hadn't done the stretcher making workshop allowing me to make my own canvases. I did the stretcher making workshop yesterday and am now able to make my own stretchers, result. Meanwhile however i have been looking into the continuation of the line and different methods of trying to extend the life of the line - water, turps, bristle loading techniques etc. Im still trying to find the best method available, however im sure the best combination will involve oil paint and turps/linseed oil. As of next week i should have a few stretchers made and be taking this to the big (bigger) scale and get some actual work done.

Ive been looking at Sol LeWitt and his use of lines recently and also some of Joan Miros' work with lines as well.

Hopefully by this time next week i should have some stretchers made and some actual work to show.

xxx<3

Wild Night.

Today i woke up not feeling like P.Diddy but surrounded by my own bodily fluids fearing for my life. The night started well, had a bevvies with a mate, she tossed me off but half way through i realised how kind weird it was and then i walked her home. After i got back i went to a house party which i couldn't find for like an hour, i think i ended up in Cheedle somewhere...like i walked aimlessly for just miles until i got a call from my friends there who told me where to go. So then mid party i get talking to this reallllly nice girl and we really hit it off, long story short i dont remember much what happened after but i got confronted by her boyfriend saying he wanted to kill me and all this shit because id kissed his girlfriend and i made her cry and all this bull shit, which to be fair could have happened...but im missing a bit from last night, mainly that part. Anyway, we sorted it all out and i walked again for what seemed like hours not knowing where i was, but finally made it home in one piece.
What i need to do is stop getting myself into so much trouble and invest in a map.

This has nothing to do with art.

xxx<3

Bonjourno.

Bonjourno.

So basically what Im doing here is resurrecting an old blog i did last year for Interactive Arts and applying it to my new course, Fine Art. I found it was a helpful way to put my ideas across and just talk shit basically.

The new course has got off to a good start...from what i remember as the first 2 times i went in i was still blind drunk from the night before thus spent the most of this afternoon not knowing where the hell i was or where anything else was. But i've got the hang of it now, i know where things are and where some people sit etc which is always a bonus. The work im starting doing involves the continuation of the line and how seemingly in art the line is ignored in terms of never wanting to put a thick definite line around things like drawings as obviously in nature and in life, things do not have thick black outlines around everything. So im going to work on a large scale looking into the continuation of lines in certain circumstances, such as an old pencil, how long will a continuos line run between sharpenings and the same with paint using different bristle loading techniques.

Thats all i can be arsed with atm, just need to get my act together and get working soon.

Boom xxx<3