up and coming

Sorry I have not written in my blog for a while. A mix up with my meds caused a huge blip in my daily life for a few days, only just levelling out. What I can say is, that even though I was very down, I still managed to attend my lectures, but it was not the best of times..

Anyway back to my art… I have started a number of new projects based on zoomorphic art.. at first I was under the impression that this meant art of imagines of pollen, germs etc from under a microscope. however it is Art that imagines humans as animals 

 

Below is a brief summary of some of my works in progress

1/ I originally started making maggots and flys out of clay, however they appeared to me to be too comical for my liking, although my figures tend to be comical. 

2/ A clay sculptor of a man in the foetal position covering his ears..  I liked this as it gave an impression of despair. 

3/ I took the silhouette of my head and made a wooden cut out to use in an extractor. This produced a huge sausage of my head, which I then cut in to hundreds of slices. The to me fitted well, as at the time I felt like a parasite on the face of the world….. I loved that whole concept .

4/ I made clay bricks, 12 in total. Each one will have carvings and sculptors of the human form. I intend to lay the together with mortar once fired.  I also looked in to saucing green bricks but this is proving difficult at this moment. 

 

Please note all these pieces are works in progress

Blue blue you

Its been coming on for a few weeks now, I have woken this morning in a huge downer.. I do not want to go and do art, talk to people or even smile at them. I feel worthless, I  have little or no empathy for anyone. I want my bed, I want to hide from this tiny ugly world.... Yes I feel this is relevant to my art work, my moods, I mean, there change my style, my ideas my hopes and what and how I produce pieces etc., So me stating I am down is very relevant...

I feel, in fact I know, people avoid this side of me, were my manic side they appear to love, till I get out of control, and people then panic.. Funny thing is I kinda like this side. the depressed me, the deep me, the world becomes clear, real, outlined in a thick black marker, were as my manic side, is colourful, tinted, bright almost glowing, beautiful but not real nor raw...

My week has not felt great and I have been out of my comfort zone.. technical drawing is not my best, i am thinking that this is due to my dyspraxia, another uncomfortable aspect of my week was a session on "mapping" this floated my boat as much as a huge lump of concrete strapped to my feet. It really is not my thing, looking at artist that use this technique and i feel nothing, no inspiration, no emotions at all to be honest. 

Now whether my discontent for this week has been down to the subjects or my mood is debatable, but today i am more inclined to believe its a mood thing. hopefully my mood will pick up over the weekend and i will be able to grab something from this week.

I did however create a man in a fetal position, with his hands over his ears, this was out of clay.. I like it, still unsure whether to fire or not?

So there you have it, a crappy week summed up in a few paragraphs.