art.

I think it's hard to be creative and think of new ideas all the time but I don't think art making as a medium is hard I am a strong believer that any one can draw, paint, sculpt, and take a good photo if they practice enough but to be conceptually engaged is another story. People often think artists are dumb as well which makes me really angry because a lot of people wouldn't be able to come up with new ideas all the time. The smartest people I know are artists they are often really good at other things like english and maths because art involves everything. Art isn't just image.

Meat

What became of the feeling of meat




Detail

Concrete

A final piece of the enactment

I WANT ONE

Latest Work.

I should probably update you all

Dead Cat and Meat and Story xox







Communication about curious things soon turns into boredom. Personal involvement at its best occurs when I am curious about the way things are understood by others or even myself. Maybe I’m too curious. Talking about curiosity helps free the mind of any confusion. Clarity then becomes boring therefore I need more curiosity to become excited. Once I become curious however it is inevitable that I need to know the answer, which in fact is boring? I think through why my curiosity becomes boredom so often. I think back to the old saying curiosity killed the cat. The same way it killed my excitement. Poor cat

A secound year show.

about a year ago now.

I feel faint vibrations under my feet and a loud fucking rumbling in my ears, I’m pretty fucked off. I layer on my make up to cover up my embarrassing past and all the lies I have told about it, I lie a shit load. This is all in preparation for the somewhat embarrassing day that I have ahead of me. I walk out of the shitty eleven story high building I force myself to accept every day and head towards some more fucking road works. My piece of shit eyes start watering and I look like some stupid emotional bitch having a cry in the middle of the street every second bastard has a good look. I’m not fucking crying I just have piece of shit grandma eyes at the tender age of eighteen, I say tender but I’m not really sure I would call myself that I’m probably just trying to make my life sound better than it really is. So I approach the first traffic light and I see possibly one of the most beautiful things I have seen in a long time, a young Maori man, about my age, a little boy and what I think is either the grandmother or the mother of the two, she had a moko and was walking about 20 paces behind them, she catches up at the traffic light and softly says something to the young man and child. I’m death as fuck and I didn’t want to seem nosy so I didn’t hear what she said. Its finally time to cross they all cross together but then she holds back once across the road and again walks about 20 paces behind the young man and the child. I find beauty in the oddest things. So I continue walking alongside the road works in an outfit I wish I didn’t wear, getting more and more fucked up with my eyes washing away my makeup. I’m almost at the studio and I decide to look in a car window to see if I look as shit as I feel, I’m having a good look and bending over in the short floral dress the Asians behind me can probably see my underwear but I don’t really give a shit. I realize after a long fucking time of looking at myself that there is someone sitting in the passenger seat of the car steering back at me, idiot. I ran away.

so cool.

Today.

I slit my thumb almost to the bone. It oozed blood and I felt ill.

Mamals.

This world is strange, but I like it.

Today I saw a man with a blonde wig and a pink jersey walking down the street. Today I saw middle adged woman in wedges and what looked like a formal dress from 1992. Today I was the only one of my kind. Today I felt angry. Today I made many achievements. Today was a waste of a day. But I still love you world.

Foundinmyb

Is your cold as warm as my hot?

Past.

Avoiding confrontation and documenting the past.

Reconstruction.

Fuckinng allshit. Overworked, sick, uninspired.
Art will forever consume my attention, money will forever be the bane of my existence.
Video piece is at a giant Holt. Latex is disintegrating.
Health is lacking healthiness.

Collection.

Collecting TVs. Please heeeeeeeeeeelp me.

Reflection on crit.

Lost and destroyed?
Underwhelmed, confused, success?
80% working.
Technology is a glitch not me.
iDVD, worst programme ever.
If only I was Warhol.
DEATH DO US PART.

Just some words to get me thinking.

Isolation. Self infliction. Dental clinics. Acceptance. Normality. Generation. Interpretation. Life. Document. Past. Future. And every thing above and beyond.

More!

nah.

Inspire! x

Just some things

A still from Andy Warhols 'Sleep' and the youtube link for your viewing pleasures! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErSj1GkBF3M

Nan Nan

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ohhhhh my cherrypie

Exploration of the self.

Just a few work I did last year will hopefully get some old favourites up aswell as some new!

Peace, love, respect!

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