ATP08 Opening

Although I was absent, an iceberg managed to make an appearance at the ATP08 opening at International3 in Manchester.

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Degree Show

The GSA Degree Show is now open! For opening hours/other info see www.gsa.ac.uk/degreeshow.

Here are some pictures of it and a video tour:

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Proposals

proposals for installations, in diorama form.

ATP08

I will be participating in Artranspennine 08, a large scale cross-regional exhibition spanning the Pennine mountain range in Northern England. For the exhibition I will be placing icebergs around Manchester at various times and letting them melt to the guffaws and applause of onlookers. More information with regards to possible dates and times will be forthcoming both on this blog and on atp08.blogspot.com. here is an idea of what it might look like:

The piece is entitled ‘”One if by land, two if by sea.” or “The icebergs are melting, the icebergs are melting.”‘ which refers to slogans from the American Revolution, which began in and around Boston.

degree show

…. it’s coming sooner than I think.

Sorry its been so long. Ive been busy getting things in shape for the show and havent really been doing much new stuff. There will definitely be photos, some asteroids, a melting iceberg and an appendix, and other stuff to be detirmined. Also, I will be launching my new book of photographs entitled Dedication !!!

Here’s a tiny idea of what it may look like. I’m just working on wall colours/ieas.

I’ll have much more as I begin to finally finish it all up.

p.s. if you’d like to come, the dates are 13-21 June

new

artist statement, have a look if you fancy…

overheard at the CCA Glasgow

and I quote… “Wow, look at that, they’ve covered that skull in diamonds!”

-one ten-year-old to another, upon seeing the April Artforum cover.

self-portraits

as Teddy Roosevelt

as Bertold Brecht

as Fyodor Dostoevsky

poem II

Forebears and imbeciles singing

to each other tragedies of long lost loves

and moody silences, of eternally entombed

stories chinese whispered from one to one. A

harrowing tale here, a rhapsodical deluge there.

Of filibuster intentions and romantic gallantries.

Of retribution riddled with failures.

Words, sentences, emotional redundancies

piling up to the ceiling and breaking

glass. Elegies by Rachmaninoff and Bach

cant mollify them now. The hatred,

the fury crimson irises spinning round.

And burst, a rupture is coming.

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