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| print + ballpoint pen |
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* when I was at art college, one lecturer always told us off for saying 'messing about'. We should say 'experimenting with'. So of course, I always say 'messing about'.
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Thursday, March 9, 2017
On The Desk
Today I am mainly still messing about* with my parasite drawings
* when I was at art college, one lecturer always told us off for saying 'messing about'. We should say 'experimenting with'. So of course, I always say 'messing about'.
* when I was at art college, one lecturer always told us off for saying 'messing about'. We should say 'experimenting with'. So of course, I always say 'messing about'.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Two Books
I made two new books for the Artist Book fair at Limerick School of Art and Design.
I'm not entirely happy with either of them for the reason that I don't think there is a complete synergy between the idea, the form and the execution.
You can't really just decide to make a book without thinking everything through and then thinking it all through again, then starting and always being willing to abandon an idea if it isn't working. I think artist books teach you to have a very elastically creative mind but then giving up on an idea, especially when hours of work are there in front of you, is very difficult. I gave up some ideas but never really started again from scratch and I think these books aren't 100% because of that.
Book 1: Irish Bus
A set of 11 postcards detailing a bus journey from Hospital, Co. Limerick to Oranmore in Co. Galway wrapped in a hand-reproduced bus timetable for route 51. I love travelling by bus and kept a diary, recording conversations, things overheard on the radio, and things I saw. I also took photos and made 11 little scenarios out of my notes. Currently Bus Eireann is in severe financial difficulty and may not survive for too much longer so these anachronistic postcards my turn out to be a record of an anachronistic journey.
Book2: To See Your Own Light
I often listen to Hildegard von Bingen while drawing and made a drawing into a single page book, housed in a folder. The outside of the drawing has one of her pieces of writing that I thought especially pertinent written on it;
I'm not entirely happy with either of them for the reason that I don't think there is a complete synergy between the idea, the form and the execution.
You can't really just decide to make a book without thinking everything through and then thinking it all through again, then starting and always being willing to abandon an idea if it isn't working. I think artist books teach you to have a very elastically creative mind but then giving up on an idea, especially when hours of work are there in front of you, is very difficult. I gave up some ideas but never really started again from scratch and I think these books aren't 100% because of that.
Book 1: Irish Bus
A set of 11 postcards detailing a bus journey from Hospital, Co. Limerick to Oranmore in Co. Galway wrapped in a hand-reproduced bus timetable for route 51. I love travelling by bus and kept a diary, recording conversations, things overheard on the radio, and things I saw. I also took photos and made 11 little scenarios out of my notes. Currently Bus Eireann is in severe financial difficulty and may not survive for too much longer so these anachronistic postcards my turn out to be a record of an anachronistic journey.
Book2: To See Your Own Light
I often listen to Hildegard von Bingen while drawing and made a drawing into a single page book, housed in a folder. The outside of the drawing has one of her pieces of writing that I thought especially pertinent written on it;
We cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a hope. Part of the terror is take back our own listening. To use own our voice. To see our own light.
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Sunshine
Sunshine is my Jack Russell/Chihuahua cross. He is the greediest creature I know. He actually trembles when he is watching you eat. When he has eaten his dinner, he is as round as a barrel.
He has no coat to speak off. No fur hardly on his chest and just bare patches under his 'arms'. In winter I put jumpers on him which he likes but he is so small and wriggly that they usually fall off him again. I drew this quickly when he was sat up in a purple jumper like a little man watching me. His head really is that small.
He has no coat to speak off. No fur hardly on his chest and just bare patches under his 'arms'. In winter I put jumpers on him which he likes but he is so small and wriggly that they usually fall off him again. I drew this quickly when he was sat up in a purple jumper like a little man watching me. His head really is that small.
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