shopping and rain

lily's vagina . guy bourdin. jourdan charles. dessert desert. I want to go in the . I've got something to talk about to Penny . Not mushrooms. Thumb healing. and jefford. You want a piece of meee.. meat. Becky rips up paper . I HAVe a yellow bin. I've got a marylin. I've got a clock. i've got a star. I've got some damien hirst and some flies and some ties.
It looks like lines. Psychadelic experience. LsS d SD kitsch under the sea. bionic orgazm. ogmasm. Paul left his shoes. Lambie soul stick. People don't know how much stuff is so it is cheap and not in the retro and vintage shops. I feel happy because it's raining and i bought . spent. not orgasm or sex. Just money and bags and . Lambie who is an annoying stalker of my brain which is not sick. When you write about something you don't need to write for me. A book of things i like.

I just went aaargh.. saw the image on a table in the green shed . I search for thein

maria

Maria sat and talked to us today. she measured wood and drew lines on it.
Another maria looked for paul. I said that she should come back at 5 after i asked giles what time the media place closed. If she comes back I should point in the direction of over the wall and flick my hand and say "He's over there"

I found this picture of my brother that i really like. It makes me want to go there and fly kites and suck contrast to dark nights.




the lady fondled the books like a tight young puppy.
That was oxford. \
Jennifer got new boots.
She says we were goldfish.
It is hard to tell who are staff and who are goooglers.


I like sitting where people pick up a book and flick through. on the corner claire of table.
I want to finish reading froth on the daydream.
I want to write in a more systems but that makes me uncomfortable.
I saw an advert in a newspaper telling you to join a writing course.

I keep laughing at myself.
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suvi and tariq are into s&m says the hodge for coming to the third year presentations, she didn't say that though.. she mentioned the finnish girl and the bald man with glasses.

the large glass. Jon bird didn't finish what he starting saying about duchamp, the painting where you have to peek through the door. When i saw it at the tate place it was a wall with a door outline painted. Alison Gill didn't think it should be like that.

Perhaps just one image for each post.
Catalogue would be great to show people what who when i am of this art.
another blog page with images and links to stuff.
this blackbud reminds me of when i went to bradford on avon. bradford on avon where kay is from and that I worked with PeeWeeEllis the sax man that was funjazz and joe from the blackbud who did sing and guitar. cash in the attic was there when i was at doug's house last week.

I tried to draw a picture of a lady shoe with.
I didn’t look at maria’s blog but i think richard did. thenastyshow.blogspot.com

I just looked at it and saw a drawing... of a wurm sculpture/performance thing that maria was involved in. I turned up because maria said that they were short of people to perform the work. I remember it was quite painful because i did not stretch before getting into position. I held it for as long as i could not bear much longer.

I saw a sign for Wembly and Oxford.. That is where we are going. Westfield. I didn't know it was going to be a shopping centre when i saw it being built. I liked the green colour.

It makes me feel funny when people say that they think differently because of me. One time is when I did my talk. I showed some book covers . It's because I like them that i want to look inside. There's loads of those up north, the bridges.

churlish.

I can’t , I need to be here, to stress out!

we just had a lecture. It’s a matter for the church.

today i used oil pastels. i didn’t understand what is the meaning for the missing. but i wrote in a book about me going to see ad reinhart. it was not there.
and i always get lonely so i talk lots to try and get attention

no i did not make it. it’s been almost a week. it’s to remind me who and what i am. I gave. give chocolate. it’s not just that. love. talk. me.

i didn’t talk about cheers chicken knickers or a letter to pete townsend.

I keep having dreams that are so much more real than the awake state. People talk. Gemma fry said hello. I didn’t recognise her at first but then I noticed the height was right.

I like writing for leo. I like writing this for claire. I don’t like talking just for the attention but i like the attention.

I opened art in theory and put in on my head and imagined that many people are doing the same thing.

I have another pair of trousers so there is no need to wash the curry stained ones right now.

How’s your work going? What are the other people in your group doing? Drawing and painting.

Gave us the blackboard. what is 5p about? It’s money. 25p machine. They are taking a long time.

dreams that are sounds.
the heating always makes me want to sing with songs that the tonic is the pitch of the drone.

Don’t touch. Cake for not birthdays. i like your shirt. that’s a nice shirt. Where did you get it? burton. My brain is thinking about what i should were at the bop. last time i remember it was not as cold as today, i was chasing a man on a bike with my feet getting dirty on the ground. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. that was our birthday and a rubbish bop.

what is not allowed. i wrote it in my book. i try to read books and it is annoying and happy make when people want to read the books that i’m doing. it means that i can’t take my time. i shall check when it is due back now.

I laughed at the scarface 2001. It’s in michael’s space.

I’m thinking about what to do in the project space.

I like soda water with a slice of lime.

What should be worn to the queer bop?

I want to draw people in spaces like i did viv setting up his project space time. and the green kitchen. or the people of tim in reflections. people in places. people in the streeet. people in kitchens. people in kitchens . people on the beaches. people working in a pub. yes.

I saay to claire that i’m getting better at drawing. I don’t know if that is write . or left. because i look at the pastel and oil paint pieces of GCSE and they are the fresha that i want. but i cannot see now. blearuryggh.




I think . draw. sleep. dance. hang. happily depressed collection, learn a french. I like to the talk with the people in a space.draw them? a bin. not animate. waste. rubbish art. you are rubbish. what is the crack? can you see the bum? Is it because i can’t see any? wheree are your moles?
searching/looking for jj. i saw it at claires house. it’s a book i have read/.


3825

I like trains when they 3825
come at 3825 on friday.
I take that to mean 1425 today which is saturday 22nd November.
London. London.

We find it hard to just do it. We don't want to tell people or let them tell us in case it doesn't happen. that is scary. Hillingdon.

I'm wanting to make a little catalogue of works important.
Presents are fun when they are not in the same place as us.

Why are you not wearing your tiara today?
This reminds me of Saltford.. where the cars are on the rof of the showroom. London reminded jenny of new york (hyde park corner) and paris.( the bit near where we got the oxford tube)

today is monday

I am quite happy and annoyed. I want to find some images to draw from with. I feel like I am in the classroom i used for GCSE. It was fun and i did lots of pieces. My tutor says I should decide what is a piece and what is not. That is art.
Good news. Jenny can come to Queer |Bop because of Ayaka.; That's what made me punch the air in the library. i think the lady next to me. . didn't like that much.. Laura thought i said i was wearing a grey outfit earlier. I said hi to another laura and asked if my friends were in the lecture room. they were not from what my e3yes told me.

I didn't know that claire was going to greece. Blue and white. Alec came to visit last night. I had pizza. He had pizza. We went to pizza express in london near the globe theatre. I smell pizza near luci's house. I went to a wetherspoon yesterday and am in the middle of watching the weatherman. It's a film that i saw on bbc iplayer. I like the bit where the main character has a spoon on his suit with chocolately milk. It's got nicholas cage innit. I had a dream about what someone called art . It was leaves and lots of leaves on a path all tied together in a kind of blanket and it undulated and rose above the path. That was on a tv in my dream. I just bought an accessory on the internet . I like to do this here in the sexmiddle library. In the dream we were linked with goldsmiths fine art. It made me sad to wake up and realise that this is not the case apart from my cheese rae that will be there soon. Hopefully he will show me round and i can make some new friendlings there. Big blue house in brighton. Will l i go to it? it's when your university course starts. A man in the pub said that my books are scary. Another man in the pub worked at the same kind of pottery painting place that i worked at. Another man in the pub took a photograph with a camera that i bought in asda.
There are so many thinggs to tell myself, just a selection here please.
This one is for Karl and Jess. not chess, but scrabblesex.
Me and tim and alec went to city hall. I took a knife. You can see it in the picture. I had to leave it with the man in the picture.

i think this is meant to say yellow at the end if one reads left to right.


i think this one is to be continued with yellow city hall and tate modern and my exhibition there and a shop and my mind that is funny

rhona

was surprised to not hear me!

choque on jocqes chochopco

i didn't say ha to him for caire on his birthday!

the library

I sit in the library even though i want to eat the food which is curry. there were many thoughts and . Claire says she read my clog.. Who are you? Is anyone reading this. Today I told ellie that having the difficult customers makes me feel happy knowing that I am not as them. Is it related to wild turkey? I don't know you would have to ask reena and sarah. I have not seen them for quite a while and would like to get on a train to the homeland at some point this year. Tea was good. I had pasta and carrots. My teeth are growing. I got a free trip in a car to cat hill from the pub. We ( me and the driver) talked about what is fine art. She loves to draw with pencil. At the moment i like writing out my text messages and reading them and reading them and making up the dual. meanings. \What do you mean? i like too , reading a nd writing again the ones that i write. I didn't write a bout olives. I can't talk french but i would like to live in one of those countries like france where they speak it so I can learn with you;. Yesterday i watched drwho and the shawshank redemption. . a man told of a bit of hope. I like the 'hope' that i saw in the tate britain with hsi. Perhaps i'll put an image here.
I wanted to write about hope on.... . Hope (Blue) Supported by a Bed of Oranges (Life): Amid a Context of Allusions 1991 for my essay in 2006 because it was the only thing in the gallery tate modern that had a kind of impact on my person , though i cannot quite remember what. I think i shall want to look at the (John Baldessari more. i like the word allusion. it reminds me of the way we use words. What do you mean? it's up to you to decide infer everything. the pictures an d images arranged .. hmmm.. reminds me of what richard was doing the last time i looked....also the link i gave makes me laugh in the ways of HD and RBG and their sugar tate experience of december. 'images' were not available. ... though t-shirts were.
I seem to send more text to people in the way of phones recently to give my fingers practice in the way of handwriting. I seem to do what people say.. one or two say to watch that film. List.s. another to go to muji. I did. another to. ;..


i liked the time detector thing in the episode 'blink' where the doctor and martha are in 1969. It could boil an egg whether you wanted it too or not.. I might start my long list of them here. I like it because people and me find them for me. alec and the metro in japan and a yellow towel. my birthday with yellow things in a bag.. this bit of text that i don't know what it says or where it is from. but it looks like it should have love and eggs , .. and you can't have love with out eggs because it says so in a book.



I got an email about the opening of the saatchi gallery . I want to go . I want to play scrabble the way that me and karl played chess on claire's bed. I went to exhibitions many and i want to write about them the next time i am here. I ought to get a hard drive external thing perhaps like the ones we saw in the design museum.. Alec took a picture of a lady in city hall and we saw her again at the design museum. i put my finger in a fountain but it stayed dry because i was wearing a finger sac. I started to read a book. It was/is yellow. I liked the colours that were around me that day and in my bag. I think sensitivity to the colour combinations is in my brain and i laugh at the books that you can read that tell you which ones are best. It was that day at design museum that i read that a paperclip and postit note s are design classics and toblerone... triangles i want to write about too. perhaps i should find something to work about rather than just make up the nonsense surrounding images. I want to write down though to remind myself what those references were. one was a triangle.. I just like doing things mostly to remind of what other people are thinking and had thought. one was a triangle straw bracelet i assembled in the club. it was to be a woman a way that the dinner party triangle vagina shape sculpture femininity? it makes me laugh. I don't feel like dancing; I laughed at that song and the album of scissor sisters joyirony... i liked too the song defying gravity in wicked and popular.s. ome kind of similar theme reason. happy sounds for perhaps negative things... the general concensus of society thinks are negative i shhould say. Ta Dah!

We like to throw breast at each other and the ceiling. I have enrolled. I bought some books in the hope that guilt might happen if i d on't read them like stuff about the environment and the fact that i could have spent the money on other happyt things. technical difficulty is noit my fault. I like typing here because the k key and the p key workl. I had peas on saturday. I hope to go for dinner twice this week . O nce last week was fun with jennifer marco timothy. Cockfoster.s we do not sell fosters. The dog licked my face at the freud museum/. I saw tomlins head at the tate modern and not twombly. Cy cycles. My bike works now. Art now on Lulu's table. Yesterday i bounced for 12 minutes. It makes me sweaty.

I am annoye3d that the ad has gone for convservation or am i happpy? I can not tell. One day the man told me not to take photos not even of the signs. I like the signs though and in the tate britain where it says not to run at the martin creed running thing./ I don't know if what have to rush what i think i was going to say hurry and rush.,. I was to see a film today but i didn't get round to it.

not no

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i already heard that you saw awjs and wicqure man.

thans for your blog help. I had a fun shopping experience in burger cing. A man wanted his breccfast and the manager said that it was not the right time for breacfast even though the man had a voucher.. the volume got oincreaseing increased to loud and louderish.the man wanted his brecfast and burger cing was all lies he said.it looqued lique the manager was going to punch the man but he didn't. me and my friend and the other customers and the other staff tried not to laugh but it still happened. I bought my friend a whopper meal. I ordered coque but my friend dranquit...well i thought she had because mine didn't tast lique the real thing.. i thought it must have been the diet variety that she ordered. two more of my friends arrived.. one had just found a house.. the other later bought something that tasted meaty from a chinatown shop.

17 August 2008 22:57


I just realised the money that i allow myself only to spend cash is £10 , £1 , £0.10 and £0.01 it made me laugh and thinq of the big empty.. when i was writing that i called it the blue empty first.. i heard me laughing from my nose. i could or should or both have used myself in the previous sentence but i didn’t want to. I lique that lclaire told me that she liequeds how i comment on my wonwown own writing as it hapensnp happensl.

i just smelt tate cups and thought of dieter roth.
I put ash on for the first time... the band. girl from mars. I lique it .. perhaps because it sounds lique how i play the recorder. i bought it because i had heard the name before and i liqued the green face.. richard says it is good. so far.. i agree. i ceep thinqing of peanut butter.. could be because i had a peanut m&m and another one and because i had 4 jars from leftover residents of peanut butter or because Dieter R used foodstuffs or the taste in my mouth or peanuts at the pub or that butter is 1 of 2 items in the fridge in the room i am sat in, actually crouched in. structure yes or no@£. booqs to be published .. structure i mean foormula theme. .. it said in an article i read while in the toilet room 3 august culture magazine. another one i read said that one extreme is to say 2001 plan3 crass tall buildings is art.

repeat.. rhythm sounds my mind thinqs of how sam describes spanish flow.

‘My practice relies heavily on the work of others. I write about my pears and take great pride in being asked to help them with their work. My practice uses blatant and obscure reference and quotation to build up a grammar and language of memes. All the images and quotes I use are my influence. One might ask how it is possible to make new work steeped in someone else’s visual form. But I would like to believe that through my mere use of the work something has changed, something has changed in this new work and the original. But I would not say that I knew what the change or influence is. This is where my practice takes on a role of investigation through experimentation; What is a quotation, what does it mean to quote? I do not look at find an answer, but to better understand the question.’ it said that on richard’s page.

booqs are heave

I looe .. oops .. that’s the tshrt i wear. looqd ..it maecs me thinq of duchamppppp. let me start again. I looqd in the art booq. the ppictures seem looq soo different from the last time i looq saw bacq ni in my secondary matchavs. differnetn. and i love dine. love liqe how i hate yellow.. it doesn’t affect me. i do lthough enjoy the way it describes cy and that i’ve seen a similar image in the tate modern and it was in a big room. deliberately it says.. not foolllowing tradition and comos. cos mos compposition cosmopoliton.. one of those. Yesterday I saw life on mars episode 1 which i did watch entirely. much fun in my brain . thinq and death and do life and yes.
Cornell boltansqui. basquiat baselitz flavin turner bacon...i thin q it is because i’ve seen some of the stuff and tdoing indeed artp {i want it to be art with a p} also p art and part .. p art is the booq in the slade ma show.

i read a book

I have read two books this year from the start bit to the end bit. Last night Emilybob read me Vegetable soup by Heinz as a bedtime story. I almost read the whole of draw me a star by eric carl. I liKe that one a lot. The one I was talKing about to start as in the title was recommendeded to me by simon read.. and someone in africa called him a yellow man. I was in the yellow group we had to write what we thought of yellow.. oh that brings me to the topic of this post... in a similar way to writing what we thought of colours we had to make collage about what the seasons were to us using magazine bits asian ladies and pens and glue while looking at the seasons paintings 8 of them by cy twombly. The book is called chroma by derek jarman. one of the leaders of the worksh90p was trying to recall the name of it to recommend to either one of the participants or the artist on hand.. Chila. well I was eavesdropping on the conversation as i had already been sent to lunch bbut i liked the task and came back for more.. here is one that i did...



perhaps it is winter or summer.. who nose at all. the other book i read was the wind singer by william nicholson... the reasonn i read that one is because i lookked through the bookshelves in claire's house and there is firesong...well i don't think it is there now because i took a copy of it and put it on my shelf.. that doesn't mean though that they have not another copy. I haven't read it yet because i'm still reading the slaves of the mastery which i read a few years ago but i wanted to read again but fear perhaps is lost in this mess room somewhere. simple reason... i try to read a series in order so start with wind singer. it was large print version.

well. back to the story.. i was doing this picture and heard someone saying about a colour a boo about book about colour and saying chr .. chro .. crhr. .. So I say. said. 'Chroma by Derek Jarman$' (Dollar is question mark because my key for question mark is not very working well today)

she said yes. Then Chila explained that when she went for the private view Derek Jarman at the Serpentine gallery that there was a very long winding queue outside.

visiting a house

one day I went to a house. Libby answered to the sound I made on the door. Now I come to thinK about it .. it was a Sunday afternoon or more perhaps an evening. 2 men were maKing doing ping pong balls and coathangers into new objects. To make the story more believable in my mind i put in a picture. Me and the gentleman shown had a talk about what it was to be writing things or talking about things that happen. .. some might call it truth. I said that i'm finding it difficult to write things that don't happen....so i'm finding it difficult to create a fiction story.. it's fun though and will just base it instead on some reality that i see.


I need to get some help because the man richard told me some names about what it is to have a glaze over your eyes only
not quite.. he talked about a feral child and language but that was later. I mean to put in some talk here of what I read somewhere.. i think it was froth on the daydream.. one creates.. in the mind or elsewhere.. and it is true. .. I want to put the names here that i was told of what something like this is called and the other way of looking at it.

30april2008-today

There wednesday 30^th april. there were no elephants on the wall. i went with richard and alex and nick and hayley and becky and claire on the bus. It was a journey and we walked to a house alexandra  park road. Writhe. Lulu wants me to model for her but i want to go to a recital of danielle. Marco wants me to go to camden but i want to go to a recital of danielle and do some writing and organising and perhaps watch a film at the same time with music. Michael makes omelette. that he says should use 2 eggs. I was looking for names in my text , my 16 page text that i displayed with my work. Hayley Dixon was looking for names. They went to the wall she is using for the exhibition which should happen tomorrow. I feel bad. I think sam is lovely but I can’t seem to get more into it. I like friends more. anything more feels strange and I don’t like that the time thing, there are lots of other things that I would like to be doing rather than sit stand lie sex. Whenever I do something like write or paint or draw or talk.. i want to do more of it or something else. THat makes me smile but it is frustrating. right this moment I want to paint on some canvas thing for my sister for someone else. I am sad that claire will not be there for 13, she has an exam. I want to learn how to frizbeee> i am not a wadhamite. I think I would like to be. I was talking to someone the other day and I like to look and be critical of the works on display. I amwas shocked at my reaction to some of it..explanations and how it is hanged or not. I would talk about relationships with people, some are just easier than others. most comfortable seemed to be at last night with the fine art students. makes me say what I am thinking even when I don’t usually even want to believe myself. aargh. I mean.. not what i’m thinking.. what i’m feeling perhaps. Is that right. I tell and talk what is inside.. not all the stuff that one can think around an issue to hide and disguise. I want to see now tomorrow the film that Michael has made using the models and cameras going in and around. I painted the floors and the walls and it makes me happy the social situations instead of a pub or and club that could have happened otherwise. Brendonan talks i’m not doing it for anyone but myself. perhaps this is right but i like to make others happen the happiness too. that makes me happy. so not entirely for myself. I seem to have that conversation with karl before lots.

 

I should have a break. from form ofrom. It’s just a bit of foil from the tea thing, libby. coffee stirr, me. I’d be in the middle somewhere masculine feminngingign. attractive people.  the tea thing.pull and stretch does viv. He wants it all his way. These two films i’m gonna show you have been proofed twice but i want to proof it again. the tea thing does alex does. viv leg wobble.  This place is an entirely different atmosphere than the canteen thing. there is a speaker and mny eyes on him though they are just sitting and standing. he is not addressing them.. just one person.some eyes on my ike they are all waiting for it to happen. Fuck shit!! 8f88**8 (with one syllable) a short film by ufuk gokkaya. I think he could be the guy who is sitting next to me.

 

 

 

Names. People love names. holy. too much attention . fac3book. love it. make sm me lauhg out loud in the real sense fo mo. yummy . hahahaha. lists of names i made many lists.

Guy sherwin.

 

i missed it.

i would say to richard that it was like if i fancied some fish and chips but someone offered me chips. I wouldn’t turn it down.

 10may 2008 today. Yesterday, Ten then gate.

 

 

jewellery I liked the plastic doll rings.

The common room now. i want to use my phone but cannot find the memory card adapters. I have two but can’t find either. I sat in the garden and put sticks together while lisa and melissa wait for bus van to the science museum.

Today i wanted to relax mostly and do some work of write and tidy the room upstairs in the sky of trent park. What will be the living situation for me in the coming few months. I think today some washing too and dr who. I drank some water and ate some muesli. is there a clock and piano there or here on a public building. . I brought a pice of paper down to the cmmon room.  . I want to work on the bar at the thirda year show on thusrssrsday on the third ayear show. I will wear a white shiret if i  go. I want to go soh shopping  tomorrow fo for fruit and food. . He beat me at bowling which is not great. Hoome is strange thing. I can’t tell really what where who it all is. so many people.. it feels like suvi and claire and rosie.. and lists and my family. How confusing.

 

I find steph and she is watching harry potter next to me. She doesn’t want to move in with jooel. I don’t want to rush into any new accommodation in the next few weeks . i would ideally like to wait until july and august as my room is rented until the start of september. I might go and read some books. i am annoyed aaargh annoyed that i have library books and fines. I need to go to the bank and get a job too on monday t. that will be he day. i should do some washing too. what do you think of your slelelelele/s/? steph is back on monday. I just got some pepsi. Steph’s gone sex. I fell asleep in the commond rooom. I would have liked to have gone to a cake viva cake but i don’t think i’m up for it and money is slim today . oh well. perhaps another time. I think i saw plenty of those fine art people anyhow... also I’ll be seeingt them hem on thursday. Step

I don't think.

wise words do not happen. 

Last week I had a spell writing at www.mattwithak.blogspot.com

I hope that it will not continue.

Can you help me organise this please?

It's wednesday

and I don't think that I've kept up all my thoughts on this blog thing, well, those which have been good to share for me. I talked in a bar and realised that this was here. I had a strange feeling of emptiness as there were no images that looked like they were trying to represent elephants. I want to put more images of things i've seen and done and and.. here but now is time for food.

the crisis of the real . Grundberg. I found some sheets that seem to be photocopied from somewhere else. I took them from the bin in the library. I recognise many of the names printed on the paper. pollock. Marx. Jacques Derrida. Paul Cezanne. Kenneth Noland. Freud. Steve McQueen.  Cindy Sherman. Rosalind Krauss. Robert Rauschenberg. Picasso . Rothko. Merce Cunningham. Mies van der Rohe. 

I'm still not very good at reading. A list of names I saw yesterday got put on a wall. This is a photograph that I took of a young fine artist at university stood by her work i made a list of names yesterday too.

more stuff

here are some pictures that I made.

events that lead to now

I'm going to attempt to use this now to show some of my thoughts again from the beginning to as far as I can go, mostly based on this thing called being a person who does the processes drawing and looking and is a receptive horrible aaargh.. visual things.. art!? It is chronilogical but it starts at that bottom. the most recent is first. I don't know how to make it easier. If you want it to read like a story, read from the top of each paragraph starting from the bottom. I think that might work

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I hate yellow.. starts off with looking at image and index.. looked at a coke bottle while ann was talking... loved the reflection in the grey floor of the little bit of brown liquid at the bottom,.. the reflection as an index to the other image.. or the other way round perhaps. looked at other objects around me.. a banana it ended up with.. i didn't want anything too difficult as there are huge amounts of references for everything in the world.. coke bottle has so many and it wouldn't work for my work it already has so many meanings engrained into that object shape colours.. what the company stands for .. and more. It is yellow and black kind of so i painted using those colours as indexical to it.. then use other objects.. a balloon rolled in paint.. print paint it looks like a banana now. use it to print with the colour yellow to black paper seemed like the inside of a banana skin.. It didn't look lovely so i thought that i didn't really like yellow..got home and noticed that i had written I hate yellow on a yellow piece of paper. one of my flatmates noted to me that i had a yellow room.. i was almost sick.. I aquired yellow things and looked at things that were banana shape. look at what other people thought of it. mixed reaction indeed. a lot of people agreed with me. It's not really a hate.. it was just something that i could talk and work about force yourself to have some kind of opinion of it.. perhaps i hated the idea of having to make a choice about yourself making a stance. it to paint with the colou.. yellow box sponge box, the colour hide in a box but it bounces back. what is the box?

naomi says a silly man flying in the sky. me hide then in a box. what does that mean? Still . still. situations of still in an exhibition as an exhibition. duck hide behind richard's chair for 30 mins in the morning. sit under the kitchen work surfaces in the dark and be. draw what you one feels. make other people loose part of their sight and make them draw what they feel like.

December/january 2007. This painting happened then. It is 68cm x 168cm Acrylic on canvas

Strange at foundation felt comfortable because it was said that the people had to unlearn everything that they had done at a level . .was fine with me because i didn't seem to do any drawing at a level so had little to unlearn.. we were just guided at my school , not teaching as such so i am much more open to new ideas .. i think that is why i loved it so much embracing and taking the parts which i find interesting from the ways the tutors see the world. I love the print room. spend a lot of time looking.. get the salient points first. pick them out.

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interview.. not much drawing says sally .. just the ones of myself self portrait in my book for the AS unit. I want to come to see what it is this drawing thing. I have been rather scared of it .. not knowing where to start.

Sky was the final thing.. lemons sunglasses. white horse.. landscape.. sky sunset. clouds walk outside outside outside reflection stuck inside.. scale? time ? Oil on board 2006.

Then I started with a project that used repetition pencils time clocks boxes and such.

and clocks and time and pencils sharp and grip and repetition. and charley christmas card and boxes ..

Jan 2006.

Anyhow i was intrigued by auerbach for a lot of time .. this next one I was surely influenced by that Frank. It's a painting from an experience of the walks I had on my own in Scotland 2005.

I did open spaces in the landscape for the second year can't quite remember second i think pictures i painted pink from snowdonia.

picked snapshot for AS thing, hmmm it was a snapshot about how i felt..at the end it was my relationships withbetween me brother and sister, didn't feel quite there somehow

We all did a figure unit in the first year , year 12 put a picture here.

(7) For AS the first thing we did was paint a cabbage.. We did it from a photograph.. most people drew lots of marks on their paper with pencil.. I did a few quick marks in 5 mins and was eager to get onto the painting. I think all the other 9 members painted theirs in a portrait orientation of the paper. Here is a picture of mine. Cabbage 2005.

(6) Pictures of my family. . reflections.. emotional.. literal. mum in a puddle during walk in snowdonia. brother with red hair distortion looking through a glass of water i used pastel.. i painted something similar with bacon influence for the end of year 10

I remember looking a lot at Francis Bacon's paintings in the gallery and in a book. I took it home one time. That was year 11. I liked taking lots of pictures. I still do. I stayed late after scho

ol.. perhaps it was because i wanted to avoid doing the homework for my other subjects.. mixed the photography in my painting with the imagination violent tendencies i wanted the figure thought to have. I liked crimson painting oil paints on paper.

(5) GCSE..I picked art because we had to do a certain amount of subjects, i had already picked music for my arty subject and thought i could suppose live through another two years of art perhaps.. i did not know what to expect.

In our class the first project was oak leaves and acorns, kind of a design printy thing, drawing the oak leaves then transforming and maniputlating, selecting the lights and darks stretching and moving to fit into a regular hexagon and another shape that tesselates.

(4) Year 7-9 was rubbish, hated going to art lessons because it was full of silly people distracting the teacher so we didn't learn much at all. A few times we had to copy things. We did some painting with poster paints.

(3) I enjoyed it, art and stuff on the very few occasions , perhaps 2 that our headteacher covered our classes for the day. I went to art club a few times but don't remember anything that we did. I remember him leading us doing some abstract compositions on black paper with oil pastels

(2) Slightly later I remember writing stories in class or work in general and getting really frustrated with drawing, when I was 5, at one point my teacher sent me back to draw hands and shoes on a figure. This made me sad.

(1) Me, aged 4/5, the perfectionist. I can not let my stories have the wrong spellings even though the teachers encouraged us to just make sure we got the words down. (seems like in my head though, this is still happening, I'm very particular about how it all looks, intentionally leaving or making spelling or grammatical errors to get some kind of expression of what's going on)