Nervous system

So I spent the day on the studio whcking out some screens... a selection of flock wallpapers, cansons watercolour stock, woven paper and odd shtoe made for some interesting results... i took the camera to capture 'life in the studio', but the battery was flat...

anyway, life is buzzin at the studio which is good. The solvents we use to clean the screens are carcinogenic and rot the nervouse system, but are great at getting the ink out of an expensive screen that you want clean for the next 6 print sessions, so make for the perfect cleaning juice. My palms are still itching, which surely is a bad thing...

photos of the prints as soon as i can get em up here (china blocked blogs yesterday)

More 3 dee feetee

continuing experiments in sculpture. I remember an anecdote by Harrison Ford who said to george lucas 'you can write this shit [about the star wars script involving complicated made up space jargon] but that don't mean you can say it' - I am beginning to feel the same way about the metalworker who may have to make these things...

Shanghai Postcard

Didnt have my camera so you will have to picture this:

A little boy is walking along the street with a small stick held high in the air, because caught on the end of the twig is a plastic carrier bag, that has caught the wind and billows like a small flag. It dances around as he gazes at it, almost unaware that he is supposed to be following his grandma who walks a few yards ahead. Unfortunately after a few paces the bag catches an updraft and blows off of the stick and billows out behind him and falls to the floor. The boy quickly turns to recover the bag, and is relived to see it has not blown away. While he is turned he fails to notice a man who is waling down the same pavement, but coming towards him, not going in the boys direction.He is an old and fairly frail man, with a low slung paunchy belly and thin arms. The man sees that the boy has his back turned and that he has not noticed the old man, and that now that the boy has the bag in his hands he is straightening up and setting off quite quickly to catch up with his nan further ahead. The old man fortunately has pre-emptied the boys movement, as he can see where the boy aims to speed off to... but instead of adjusting his trajectory to avoid a collision, he extends his hip outwards, as in a body check, to directly enter the path of the boy. The boy doesnt even see the old man, and is knocked backwards from the force of the collision before he even knows what he has hit, and lands on his back on the pavement. The old man continues his walk as if the sudden change of direction and subsequent collision were always part of his planned perambulation. The old man expresses no emotion, no sentiment as a result of the impact or the reactions thereof. The boy begins to cry still stunned and disoriented, and now a block away from his grandma.

I saw this on my walk home tonight. I just thought Id mention it.

New Project

Theres tons on the go, my gallerist Thomas is one my case for new work, I have been busy researching punk bands and now Im playing with sculpture..

Proposal for the new island6 exhibition entitled automata... this baby will be stainless steel welded, if the guys are up to it!

snowball

Had the opening night of the new show at Island6 on saturday. Heavy ole night, as you might expect. Drank the place dry (that was just us artists, not the punters) and spent the latter half of the evening rocking out to dub and weirdcore. That said it did resemble a very pro affair for much of the night, with some of the shanghai art glitterati in attendance. Highlight was probably the 'music' performance that featured 6 artists and musicians dressed in boiler suits that i had decorated with 'BLASTIC' logos who performed with hose pipes, hammers, buckets of water and other strange objects I could not begin to describe. I was charged with filming the whole performance, which I duly hashed cos i was a few glasses under by then.

For what its worth my work was well received, and Thomas has been on my case for new work already this week. Onwards and upwards!

Never thought Id see the day

...when a door bears a little silver plaque like this!