Sunday, 24 August 2008

Je Tu Il Elle

I went to the Camden Arts Centre, a walk away from Finchley Road station and I was really impressed by the exhibition which is currently on. Originally I had gone for the Anya Gallaccio part of the exhibition, which was beautiful as always. The fact she uses materials that are destined to rot and die appeals to me. It was more the video work by Chantal Ackerman, which reflects on her family's experience during the Second World War that caught my attention - 'To Walk Next to One's Shoelaces in an Empty Fridge (2004) and 'Woman from Antwerp in November' 2007. The main room showed two ship sail like structures with a curve with the project of her grandmother's diary (found despite her death in a concentration camp). The music, projection and fabric all worked together to create an ethereal setting. 

I can't even think about starting work at the moment, I need some point to start from and I haven't even got that. 

Friday, 22 August 2008

Cathy by the Sea

And so the explosive nature of Cathy continues. I have also discovered through my reading the poem 'Wuthering Heights' by Sylvia Plath. I would think of intergrating this in, but I'm trying to keep the outcome as simple as possible. There is nothing like looking like a complete idiot when taking the maximum amount of time to explain something to someone.

Wednesday, 13 August 2008

Charity Shop

I decided after days of cabin fever and spending fear, to leave the house. I spent most of the day getting caught in rain showers and worrying about my teeth. However I did go to probably the best charity shop in Surbiton. They no longer have the Edith Piaf record I wanted (I didn't buy it because it had a lot of cat hair on, but now I realise I should have probably bought it. Along with the FUCKING SEWING MACHINE, I saw in there!)

I ended up spending ages looking around after I had a iced coffee thing, and I'm a complete idiot because for the fourth time running I've ordered one of those coffee, which is coffee with just ice cubes  - waste of £3 which I haven't exactly got to spend. There was an old man in the shop with a thick Irish accent arguing with the owner that he could not find Radio 5 on a dial radio. The argument ended up lasting twenty minutes, when they tried to explain that you cannot preset on a dial radio, he told them to order one for him. He then went on to say that his family were killed and couldn't help him use the dial one. The charity shop man then had to explain they don't get a lot of radios and to try somewhere like Dixons or Curry's, which led to another part of the argument as to whether there was a Curry's in Kingston. Or Surbiton.

I got a comment on my depressing choice of reading. I have been reading a lot lately and unfortunately it has been colouring my bad mood. 

Monday, 11 August 2008

Saturday, 9 August 2008

Cathy by the sea

I took Cathy to the sea, on a spotless blue sky day and photographed her. Like the moors pictures I will put these up a bit later when I get them back (I really should get a high res camera). Both pictures were in good weather, which makes me think I should also take some photographs in the dark or during bad weather, just to get the more haunting element of Wuthering Heights. I am also going to add text and work on the smaller Cathy pieces.
Came across a Model Village - Rosie and I
marvelled at the small houses...the bizarre add-on sheds which contained dolls, toys and more, the gnomes put in at places. It was something out of The League of Gentlemen, which I suppose made it more of a curious thing. 

I think my submission is now going to involve a series of photographs and scans, charting the haunting of Cathy, both small and large and also an introduction with a quote from the song and book with both authors acknowledged. The explosive nature of the piece will be through the persistance of Cathy and the relevant quotes.