Ed Ruskin is an american artist. Between 1962 and 1978, Ed Ruscha produced sixteen small artist’s books:
Later book projects include:
I have booked two bookes about him from Carlisle library. I think he might be interesting for my work. He does book art and works with text.
I found a picture online which inspired me.
I think about how I want to display my work. I found the picture above on tumblr. Tumblr is a blogging platform. I sadly have not been able to find out where this image come from. I was thinking of wrapping my monoprints around stones. Tie them up and hang them from the ceiling/wooden plank. The viewer will read the text and drawing from below. I don’t necessarily need stone but I feel it is fitting using stones because my subject is heavy, heavier than a piece of newsprint paper. One of the things I was most happy with in my last submission was the tree branch that I painted white. I think I am being influeced by my studio neighbour and housemate who works with environmental art. He brings in wood and stone into his space. I think its impossible not to be influenced by each other when you work so close. This is going to be something I’m going to miss when I leave university and venture out in the cold world.
I was doing research into depression and I came a cross an article on The Telegraph about a young artist turned author. She has written a book called “Mr Chartwell”. Winston churchill suffered with depression most of his life and he used to refere to it as his “Black Dog”. Rebecca Hunts book “Mr Chartwell” is about the librarian Esther Hammerhans and her encounter Winston Churchills “black dog” aka Mr Chartwell or Black Pat.
Myself in my work are trying to create a face for my depression same way Rebecca Hunt has for Winston Churchills “Black dog”.
“Mr Chartwell is an exuberantly imagined novel that gives full rein to its central conceit. Larger than life in every way, Black Pat is a terrific character. He is heartless, shameless and almost without conscience, and his grim sense of humour and wheedling self-absorption are always unflinchingly doggy. Throughout the novel Hunt describes his appearance in close and precise detail: when he shakes his head, she notes “the ruff around his neck slinging about, a good wet noise coming from his loose cheeks as they slapped against his gums”. When he pants, his tongue is “slung down one cheek”; his ear has a “beef-pink lining”. When she writes of “the sumptuous taste of decayed bone”, the doggy ecstasy is unmistakable.” From the guardians review of the book.
I see my depression as running into someone you don’t like in the shopping centre, you just can’t get rid of, you try to go but they keep talking to you. the University does not have this book in it’s collection but the Library in Lancaster does so I might see if I can get my hands on a copy and have little read. I don’t think it would help my work if I do, I think through the article and review I got enough information, and also concidering the time we got left I think its better to do more prints and work on my narratives.
Also started a book were I write down my feelings and thoughts. Later the texts will be worked into narratives. The difficult part of this to keep it light and with a twist of humour.
I found an interview of David Shrigley on the guardian website. I find his work very inspirational, and he is doing an exhibition in the Hayward Gallery in London from 1st of february til 13th of May. I hope I get the chance to get myself down there and see it. Last week I went to the Tate Liverpool.
After taking down my piece for independent studio practice 1 I painted over the wall drawing and rehumg the piece over the white clean surface. It looked so much better. It was just so pure. I want to keep this for the final exhibition use it. Hang text from it. Keep in mind the feedback I got from the tutors about height of the hanging text so it’s readable. I am happy with the dream-like and unearthy feel of it.
I experiment with putting things in it. Like shoes, hats and gloves. I get alot of good comments on it, that they find it interesting.
I will post some pictures of it. I will also try to get hold of another branch to paint black. Contrast.
This is the first narrative I’ve done now that I’m quite pleased with. I think it speakes for it self. There will be a dark theme in the book I’m creating. I still feel my initial influence of street art is still there and I’ll keep looking into that. The roughness of using the streets as canvases. That is the reason why the monoprints in my last blogpost Mono is done on roughly torn apart newsprint. I like how the newsprint suck up the ink, I’ll get some better paper when I start to get things together.
Saturday the 15th I went with two of my fellow students to Eltawater in Cumbria to visit the Merz barn project. It’s not the type of work that I’m doing but I found the trip interesting. I like being out in nature and we had a few hours to kill so we went for a walk around the erea. I got to see more of England and we met some very nice people there who invited us back to do some work to exhibit at the Merz barn.
Here are some pictures I took.
I wasn’t sure if I should keep my old tumblr account and keep my blog rolling from there but I decided to change platform because I like working on wordpress more. And It’s a new year and since I’ve kept my old space when we were suppose to change I’m changing blog platform instead. Here is a link to my old blog.
I had a tutorial on Monday that I found very useful. The last few months of last semester feels like a blurr and this summer I have’nt done much I left my creativity in Lancaster over the summer. I know what I want to do but I just struggle to see it, It’s like I’m looking for my shoes in the dark, I cant go without them and I can’t find them.
I was walking home from Sainsburys on Tuesday and I walked through Sugarhouse Alley and I saw this:
I have looked at the works of Anne Hardy and this reminded me of it. I like the mood of her photographs. The grafitti on the wall, the old stone walls themselves and the grass/moss on the ground. abandoned area. It inspired me.