Pollocks

Abstract Expressionism is a load of Pollocks

Polystyrene Shell

Today I wrote a narrative of my meal at borough market from the perspective of the polystyrene tray that held my curry. It was an emotional piece, dealing with issues of rejection, inadequacy and abandonment. Here are some extracts.

"Even the fork gets to deliver the satisfaction direct. My cradle is underpinning but overlooked."

"Tainted orange and discarded"

"Slowly reduced to my former self"

"So Lonely"

Frieze Art Fair

At £25 pound a ticked "Frieze Art Fair" was clearly an upmarket affair. One of my first comments was "Does anyone else feel like their in Ikea?". I think that summed it up. It was Ikea for really rich people from Paris. The art in general was pretty good and some pieces really blew me away. I particularly enjoyed the Saville piece. The number of abstract installations and sculptures really seemed to overpower the little painting and drawing talent that was there. I also met Saad from "School of Saatchi" which was an exciting experience. He seemed shocked that I knew who he was though. To conclude. I enjoyed the fair but it was too busy and pretentious.

Brief Brief

Im 1 week into a short 4 week project called "Food and Location". To start with I had my initial OCD about starting a new sketchbook where I refuse to ruin the pristine white pages but I pulled through. Im blazing my way through the research and really submerging myself into deep philosophical and psychological shit. The final outcome of the project is a double-sided, monochromatic A0 poster, which to tell you the truth, I'm pretty psyched about.

Freshman

I started my GMD @ LCC on monday. I have been in halls for the past 2/3 weeks and have done nothing productive. Somehow during this time I have had countless ideas for projects and stuff. London has managed to re-fertilize my creative soil. And I don't mean that in a dirty way.