I've decided I need 5 dresses to evoke a landscape or environment for my poem, so Ive finished 1 dress, 4 more to go!
Monday, 27 March 2017
Laura Wake - The Lake District
Here are a few shots taken in the Lake District over the last weekend. More shots to play with double exposures.
Monday, 20 March 2017
Laura Wake - Double Exposures
First experimental work with double exposures - All images taken by me within the last week - First Image - Location - Pulborough. Second Image - Self Portrait. Third Image - Double Exposure of first and second image edited in Photoshop.
Saturday, 18 March 2017
Maddie Smith. New poems, new ideas
New Poems- New Ideas.
Although I am continuing to develop ideas for the poem “Hey
Cowboy” and have not abandoned this film, I have written three new poems. Once
edited I will post the poems on the blog.
I am exploring the therapeutic concept of “Boxing it”. This
is the idea of boxing painful memories, things that cannot be dealt with in the
here and now. Acknowledging they exist but placing them away for the time
being.
The poems deal with three different characters and have
inspired early ideas for sculptural pieces, places that people might “box”
their painful memories.
Poem 1 – A box made of broken pallet and driftwood, wrapped
in white ribbons, roses wove around it, scattered in sand.
Poem 2- A suitcase, with clothes taken travelling, the
painful memories have started to scold.
Poem 3- For this character memories hit her when she doing
her shopping. A plastic shopping bag, pieces of broken bricks inside, wrapped
in chains.
These are initial ideas.
Wednesday, 15 March 2017
Maddie Smith- "To scrape the stars into a dirty jar, with long and pointed nails"
I have left the circus idea behind. I am now thinking of
displaying the film in a clear cut environment.
I am unhappy with way it has been edited and am going to
focus on one image for about 45 seconds to a minute.
I am going to either speak the words of the poem or have
them displayed as titles.
These are my ideas-
-“Sweetheart I like the way you shake your tail feather”
Male eating a red feather, smoke and feathers.
-“You are the queen
of the bees knee” Cut between bees and my knees being grated with honeycomb.
- “Brothers of blues and lovers of so much more” female
mouth, blue lipstick, eating red love heart sequins.
-“Come back to mine and let limbs tangle till dawn” Red
lipstick line being drawn down a leg. Legs tangling.
Do I need two images to contrast each image?
I experimented with one sculptural piece. A lightly painted
jam jar with many different sized diamante’s inside and some rusty nails. I
took photographs of this. This was an exploration of the line “To scrape the
stars into a dirty jar, with long and pointed nails”. I am happy with some of
the photographs.
I am no longer thinking about stitching out the poem. Just
having it typed and displayed, large.
Tuesday, 14 March 2017
Julie James Turner- Further explorations to create textile samples
Experiments drawing with yarn
yarn on plastic
yarn on plastic 2
yarn on net
sketchbook page ideas
sketchbook page ideas for garments
Monday, 6 March 2017
Laura Wake- Poem/Initial Ideas
Laura Wake
My first choice of
poem for the exhibition explored the ideas of choice/fate and chance,
these were all themes that really resonated with me and sparked a lot
of ideas for artwork, however, after a lot of research about the
copyright to the poem I have decided not to use it. Unable to let
these initial ideas go I have found another poem that covers a lot of
the same topics (albeit in a very different manner) –
Invictus
William Ernest Henley
Out
of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
This was a poem
written whilst Henley was in hospital and deals with death, courage
and determination in hard times. Throughout the poem, however, there
is a still a strong reference to chance and fate (and with fate comes
the opposing matter of choice) “I am the master of my fate, I am
the captain of my soul”. “Invictus” has a celebratory outlook
on fate/chance/etc – the title itself meaning unconquerable! In the
artwork I produce I would like to take a much more uncertain and
questioning approach to these themes – of course we would all like
to think we are “masters” of our own fate.
As a starting point
I have a recorded tape of a psychic reading which I would like to fragment and incorporate somehow with a set of images to explore the blurred lines
between choice/chance/fate and also the anxiety that we all feel
about making the “right” decisions in life, how we will look back
in years to come. The images are likely to include the same figure
throughout and will be set in different outcomes/parallels – at the
moment I am planning to use the more obvious visual of location –
e.g. seascape/cityscape/landscape. Currently I am thinking these
will either be full photographs or I may overlay the images through
photoshop like a double exposure. I am planning on experimenting with
both ideas to see which is more successful.
Thursday, 2 March 2017
Julie James Turner- Exploring textile samples
Julie James-Turner
This is my first
post so I'm going to share my poem with you, its by Christina Rossetti the
sister of Dante Gabriel Rossetti the Pre-Raphaelite artist working in the mid
1800s. Christina wrote poetry and short stories and was a really interesting
character, she was eventually diagnosed with 'Graves disease' and this seemed
to liberate her from the prospect of getting married, the expected route. So
she could concentrate on her true love, literature. I find some of her poetry
so melancholy and spiritual, creating strong visuals and emotions. It also has
a very personal and powerful resonance for me as a source of comfort and acceptance of
loss.
Song
– Christina Rossetti
When
I am dead, my dearest
Sing
no sad songs for me;
Plant
thou no roses at my head
Nor
shady cypress tree
Be
the green grass above me
With
showers and dewdrops wet:
And
if thou wilt, remember,
And
if thou wilt, forget.
I
shall not see the shadows,
I
shall not feel the rain;
I
shall not hear the Nightingale sing on as if in pain:
And
dreaming through the twilight
That
doth not rise nor set,
Haply
I may remember,
And
haply may forget
So far I have
been exploring the figure through garments and I want to create an ethereal
beauty that evokes a twilight world. I ve being experimenting with black
veiling net and yarns and embroidery.
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