Tuesday 29 March 2011

TS Eliot. The Wasteland.


April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Just a few from my journeying, which got me thinking of Utopia and Distopia. Amongst kids on bikes I found pink blossom and pink paint on the floor. And the ramshackle abandoned shop you see, that's been there since I can remember. I like it because it's dusty, full of amateur paintings and gives the illusion of being eternal.

Monday 28 March 2011

My Friend Eleanor Paints Shiney Shiney Star Shoes.











And my friend Crofton buys  tiny bottles of chic booze.
(Certified 1952 happiest drink in the world)





















Cause I got Nebulas on my feet and Moonshine in my veins.
xoxo

Jaques Lecoq.











Theatre practitioner Jacques Lecoq often used masks during rehearsals to emphasize physical mannerisms. The general idea was that performers wouldn't be wrapped up in how their features appeared and would therefore exert extra control over their bodies.
His actors would begin with a full face mask, and would gradually work their way to wearing a larval mask, a half mask and eventually the clowns red nose.
It would be an interesting social experiment to witness how our friend's and family's body language changed if we were all forced to wear masks for a week. Would we take advantage of the ability to hide away? Or would we go all out, push our gestures to the extreme in the theatrical sense and transform into a breed of tumblers and mime artists, acrobatic extreme, masquerading circus children dance and make believe?
Probably not.
But for one evening, maybe so? I'm hoping, after exams to have a party in which entrance is conditional  on disguise.
I bought my "Venetian" mask in an antique bonanza in Southport. I probably won't wear it out and cartwheel down the street but I'm looking forward to June-time celebrations. This summer is definitely going to have clowning theme for me.
The last two paintings of sexy circus ladies are by Miss Van, my absolute favourite French Street artist. Check her out!
Watch this space for more mask exploration in the near future.
xoxo

Monday 7 March 2011

Wristwords.

Vomit Omlette:
Egg. Milk. Cheese. Spring Onion. Red Onion. Red Pepper. Ketchup. White Wine.

Bruise. Thanks to Luke and a Balloon fight at his birthday celebrations which got a wee bit out of hand. -_-
xoxo