Tuesday, 20 March 2012


I attended two performance workshops, one on Friday and one today and I think they were really beneficial, i got so much from them and it's definatley made me more confident on performance as a medium.
As part of the workshop we had to come up with a performance piece to show today. We were given a strategy and material as ideas although we didn't have to follow them, i used my strategy which was "divert attention" I showed this through pointing. I think the whole thing was quite strange, me, standing in a public space, in a zebra mask, pointing...maybe a bit surreal?
I got really good feedback which was awesome. There was definatley an element of fun and a sense of play in the whole idea, and the invited audience really interacted with it which i thought interesting, moving my arm to point in a different direction or standing behind me mimicking my pointing. Even though the mask was purely a way to hide myself, it became the piece and the pointing side of it wasn't as important...especially since i wasn't pointing at anything in particular.
A success? I definatley think so. I'm really happy with the way it turned out, and who knows i may experiment with the idea some more in different locations.


Wednesday, 7 March 2012

The beginning of a fairy tale

This(above) is my view on Mermaids, half woman, half fish...which half?

Laurel sat, her gaze cast outward toward the fading light on the horizon, another night to follow another day. The suns rays grasped the ocean surface clinging on until at long last the worlds orbit pulled her away and darkness swallowed all. Darkness is a funny thing, it gives the illusion that the world has disappeared and you are alone, darkness is witchcraft, darkness is fear, darkness is a curse.

Laurel was cursed. An eternity alone, and why? Mermaids are wicked creatures, throwing aside any mis-conceptions that these fairy-tales brainwash us with. Mermaids are vain beings, and this vanity shrouds any ounce they have of goodness. They lure ships to their doom and why, so that they can see the mens gaze as it falls upon them, the looks of lust and wonder, until they note her lower half...a scaly fish like tail protruding from her torso, and then...horror as her ego is crushed and she watches the mast sink down, pulled down by the current. Laurel was different however, her heart was there.
If one could go back in time there are a number of things they would change I'm sure, and Laurel like many other's had regrets. For example she would not have swam from her wedding day, had she known of the consequences at hand. Laurel was not rich, her father was not a king and if the family hoped to grow wealthy it was down to Laurel to make that happen. But Laurel like all girls longed for true love and Maurice was not a man one could ever fall for. His puke coloured hair and scaly skin, next to those teeth was enough to repulse anyone into refusing him, yet Maurice was rich and powerful and he would ensure the families welfare.

to be continued...

Saying that i'm quite unsure when it'll be continued, or whether it's worth continuing. What do you think?


Thursday, 1 March 2012


It's March...2 months into 2012 so soon, and already finished term 2 of my first year on BA fine art. I hope i don't let this year slip away, but it seems to be. To prevent this from being the case i'm going to make myself a new rule;

Stop thinking about who you want to be and be who you want to be.

I spend way to much time thinking and not doing, ideas await formation in my journals, visions dormant in my mind...i need to resolve this, and hopefully if i keep referring to this rule i will.