Liverpudlian Gallivanting

 

Me and my mum went on an adventure to Liverpool and it was very enjoyable. Some snazzy menus in a docks restaurant had us deeply discussing who we would go on a meal with - I chose Anthony Keidis as I feel we would get on very well and indulge in falafel burgers and deep, crazy life discussions then go dancing to hip hop and ramble in the countryside or something spectacular like that. We also spent some glorious time in the Tate gallery, where I think I had my favourite 'art moment' seeing real proper pieces by Lucian Freud, Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Philip Treacy and most importantly, Eduardo Paolozzi. My Goodness, it was amazing! There were so many incredible pieces by some of my favourite artists, I left feeling all lucky and inspired and joyful. After wandering round in the lovely sun and trying to listen to as many beautiful Liverpudlian accents as we could, we then went to what I'd been looking forward to most; Antony Gormley's Another Place. It was even more wonderful than I expected, I completely love him.

What I love most about these sculptures is the familiarity of the human build, we recognise the structure of a body and react to it intimately, the way we would a human - hand holding, hugging, piggybacks. I'm not saying you go and jump on anyone in the street just cause they're a human man, but I mean in terms of exploring the sculpture. Through creating a shape we are all aware of, our experience with the art piece is more personal as we are seeing something we know become reinterpreted and exposed to the environment humans live in, not just a studio or an exhibition hall. Outdoors the sculptures coexist with living men in the world they know, bringing art inescapably into the public.

 

Kaleidoscopicness

Kaleidoscope's are all well and good till you have to draw them. Don't get me wrong they are very very cool, we just need a short break from each other after this textiles work. I've started an art foundation course you see and did Kaleidoscope type patterns for my final prints, it was fun and all but fairly messy - I somehow managed to get paint on my feet. Non-the-less, here's what I came up with...

    

 

Chairs and shadows and that

 

Newcastle adventures

Bye bye Bay

Don't know if I can handle re-creating this in Heaton, the wallpaper's too nice.

This bed longs for you.

The absence of your skin,

Leaving its covers dry.

It’s springs brittle

And it’s pillow crying.

This bed dreams of a past

In which you were present.

This bed yearns to hold you.

To wrap you in its fixtures.

To soothe you with sweet dreams

And goodnight kisses

Anticipation (extract)

The peculiar taste of salt lingers on my lips, though you are no longer here. I dream of our time in the garden as if it were a year ago. Lying beneath kisses from you and the sun, stepping-stones along my arm. Your eyes peering at me from above the grass. I can still here your voice as if it were mine.

There is no one in the metro station

It is eerily beautiful

The late golden sun illuminates the platform like royalty

Bird song and dog barks ring in the calming bask of evening

Midgis dance together above the ticket bin

The day begins to sleep but it’s animals are only waking up

Beauty can be found in the most unexpected places

I love Heaton life!

Moving house has made me a shadow of my former self. I am creatively, emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted. BUT after a ridiculous month of bubble wrapping, dusting and bruising, at 2 o'clock in the early hours of last Friday morning; the move was completed. Me, mum and Tabby said goodbye to many memories of life spent in Whitley Bay and eloped up to Heaton in a car full of plant pots. I'm now learning to use the bus, fainting unexpectedly in ceramics classes and enjoying the long-awaited Neighbours marathon. The cat's settled which is all that matters, happiness seems to make her fur softer as well. She is my life inspiration. But anyway, the new place has a spy hole on the door! eeeh, Heaton has and is everything, I love my new home.

Best Gig Moments

• Gold confetti at the end of Arctic Monkey's 505
• Flashing messages like "Are you ready?" before Pulp and Jarvis' confetti canister at the end of Common People
• Maximo Park playing Postcard Of A Painting for me
• Red Hot Chili Pepper's playing Under The Bridge as I realised everything that had ever happened in my life
• Discovering hidden hip hop dance skills in House Of Pain's Jump Around
• Fireworks during Paul McCartney's Live And Let Die
• Reinacting The Cure's Why Can't I Be You dance moves with a new friend, plus Simon's bass at the end of A Forest and Robert shouting "HELLO!?" in Wrong Number
• Heck, I'm SO lucky!!!