Ba1 brief two

So the new brief we have been given is based on utility, a exhibition based in Craft In The Bay, Cardiff. So that is an eventful trip down there. I get the half 8 train and spend 8 hours there...better be good. But yeah my approach to utility is the more industrial side in the sense of pipes, you know, the general plumbing and heating sort of pipes with all the taps and such. So my colour palette is slivers, golds, bronzes, greys, blacks, and whites.

Within this I have to produce 6 knit samples, 6 weave samples, 2 stitch samples and 5 print samples and probably more outcomes when I get the written brief from Stephen and Paula... But overall I think that I am going to enjoy this unit as my work can become anything and look abstract as i want it...but I have to begin with primary research of this exhibition and then my own drawings and photos of pipes within this ancient house of mine and then get some piping from B&Q or Homebase and start drawing and weaving in with stuff like that...oh well


Pictures to follow tomorrow or Friday along with a log of the trip.

Late night ponderings

Does anyone read this?

I have views on this blog but I wanted to know by real people that I had an audience worth keeping!

I can write complete bs sometimes and therefore I want to be able to direct my bs at someone. Anyone.

I hate this right now!

Authenticitycutting and exposure to the air darkens the flesh. We stood in unheated squat having tooth and not being limp. We were nire art than science. We gently rubbed our skin in a circular motion.

Appolinaire.
Lorca.
Charles Simic.
John Cage.
David Antin.

Found poems?
random generations?

perhaps try moving away for the first person and towards the practises of the dadaist.

the store the adverbial errors hopefully from pitty test. (every fourth word on every page.)

the bible, the modern day bible (twilight, harry potter, james herbert.)!

Skies are crying, she is watching
Catching tear drops in her hands
Only silence, as it's ending
Like they never had a chance

Do they have to
Make her feel like
There's nothing left of her?

They can take everything she has.
They can break everything she is.
Like she's made of glass.
Like she's made of paper.
Go on and try to tear her down.
She'll be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper.
Like a flower.

As the smoke clears, she awakens
And untangles them from her.
Would it make them feel better
To watch her while she bleeds?

All her windows are still broken
But she's standing on her own feet.

They can take everything she has.

They can break everything she is.

Like she's made of glass.

Like she's made of paper.

Go on and try to tear her down.

She'll be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper.

Like a flower.

Go run, run, run.

She's gonna stay right here and watch them disappear.

Yeah oh

Go run, run, run

Yeah, it's a long way down

But she is closer to the clouds up here.

They can take everything she has.

They can break everything she is.

Like she's made of glass.

Like she's made of paper.

Go on and try to tear her down.

She'll be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper.

Like a flower.

Like a skyscraper.

Like a flower.

Slug (and Demi Lovato's Skyscraper with lyrics changed)

They. By slug.

They see.
They hear.
They smell.
They taste.
They feel.
They think.
They want.
They need.
They speak.
They react.
They walk.
They reach.
They. They. They. They.

I'm sitting here crying.
Wondering.

I'm sitting here crying.
Thinking.

I'm sitting here crying.
Crying.

What has my life come to?
I'm sitting here crying.


Slug

I can't pretend anymore.
It needs to stop. The thoughts are so painful to overcome. Yet they still exist.
I suppose I was strong till now. I lasted longer than I thought I ever would.
But I don't want my best friends back.
They always hurt me. Even though I know thats why I love them. I still need them in my life just not like this. I want to be able to have them around me without sniggering passers by annoying me.
I can still hear you under your breathe!
Never again, please.


Slug

It's like a bullet in the head.
It's like a slit on the wrist.
It's like a pill down the throat.
It's like a rope around the neck.
It's like a spike in the foot.
It's like a whip on the back.
It's like a knife in the stomach.
It's like a normal day for me.



Slug

Writers

Louis Aragon, Walker Conrad Arensburg, Hugo Ball, Andre Breton, Arthur Cravon (Fabian  Avenarius Lloyd), Carl Einstein, Paul Eluard, Julios Evola, Salomo Friedlaender (Mynona), Emmy Hennings, Wieland Herzfelde, Iliazd (Ilia Zdanevich), Matthew Josephson, Franz Jung, Mina Loy, Walter Mehring, Benjamin Peret, Georges Ribemont-Dessaignes, Walker Serner, Philippe Soupalt, Christof Spengemann, Tristan Tzara (Samuel Rosenstock).

Visual Artists

Hans Arp, Johannes Baader, Johannes Theodor Barrgeld, Erwin Blumenfield, Jean Crotti, Katherine Sophie Drier, Marcel Duchamp, Viking Eggeling, Max Ernst, Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, Jefim Golyscheff, George Grosz, Raoul Hausmann, John Heartfield, Hannah Hoch, Richard Huelsenbeck, Marcel Janco, Man Ray, Francis Picabia, Enrico Prampoliano, Hans Richter, Christian Schad, Morton Livingston Schamberg, Kurt Schwitters, Alfred Stieglik, Sophie Taeuber-Arp, Jan Tschichold, Theo van Doesburg, Adya von Rees, Otto Vvan Rees. Beatrice Wood.