Thursday, 16 April 2015

Deep Sea Baby
























It was my birthday on the 23rd March- it was like this:
The Cha Cha that was danced in the Early Hours of 24th March 1961- David Hockney
I was given some records~ Sunbathing Animal By Parquet Courts, Ziggy Stardust by Bowie, Submarine EP, The Jimi Hendrix Experience and London Calling by The Clash//

I spent the last eight days in Cornwall with my parents. There's nothing to do except look at the lighthouse, go on long sea walks and read; I just finished Wilde's Picture of Dorian Gray and Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night.
On the second-last night I sat on a wall by the sea and there was a blood moon, it was a scarlet-orange and gradually rose in the black sky, becoming yellow and bloated.
Half of my face is sunburnt because I was listening to all the David Bowie on my iPod on a rock for hours by the sea and didn't realise how hot it was.

Now I'm back in London and everything's cement and drills outside my window and the city is sticky and humid.


Man in the Shower, Hockney
The Hockney documentary on BBC recently was so interesting. I find that he is, like Matisse, a hugely inspiring artist in the way he approaches his work: even at age 77 he still makes drawings every day. His work exudes joy and intensity and he has never constricted himself to one medium. 
His early less figurative work is so lovely and I am trying to take inspiration from his use of words and codes in my sketchbooks so no one can interpret them when I scan them on the internet. (lol)

I'm also getting work experience at a contemporary art gallery next month which is going to be so lovely-when I walked past it the other day they had a Hockney painting and some Lynn Chadwick sculptures so it's 100% gna b gr8~

I got to go to the private view of the British Museum's new exhibition recently, too. It surrounds the topic of the Greeks "Defining Beauty" and it was so aesthetic and beautiful-not to mention the appeal of the ideas it was based on- just rooms and rooms of pearly white marble statues. I tried to draw some but elderly couples kept walking up behind me and breathing loudly so it was slightly off-putting and I didn't really succeed. But if ur in London u should all go. 

My sketchbooks are getting progressively worse but that's ok perhaps because at least I'm still making them? Urgh I'll get better soon please bear with it.
(Pages are obscured and cut up because I'm not going to tell you everything about everything)


I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.        125
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown        130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
 -TS ELIOT / Prufrock








Have fun in all ur exams kids xx

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Grilled Cheese




what r u thinking?
SUN SUN SUN//

"Men act and women appear" -John Berger
( Read an art history essay on the depiction of women in art )
( Saw Peace live @ Heaven )
(Where I met the lovely Ellie)

/ Didn't do much /

















That's all 4 now..
There's lots of sun and everything's on the horizon
Write less; write in pictures.
Don't talk,
Sleep more //

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

So Nice


BEDROOM SHOTS//YUM
My bedroom is my life// Hockney posters, Matisse shapes on my wall, my bed, all my Morrissey cut outs. It's where I listen to music and do most of my drawing too. The light was so soft and lovely on Saturday afternoon so I took some photos because I've changed it around recently and gradually built up pictures on the walls like it was one of my sketchbooks. I listened to Octopus' Garden in the Shade on record and lay on the floor.

Listening to: Goat, Peace (who I am seeing live again in a week!!), The Clash, Bob Dylan, Thee Oh Sees

Observing: the art of Wyndam Lewis(3), Cristina Troufa (1), Anthony Cuhady(2)















Tracey Emin letter to me on newspaper clipping eek


SCRAPBOOK PAGES//RUBBISH
Leftover scraps from filling my last sketchbook-dregs of 2014 ew sorry








BYE XXX