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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