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Image result for casualty Reality is depressing enough. We experience arguments, fights and drama enough in the real world so why on earth would anyone take time out of their day to watch a fabricated version on shows like Eastenders or Coronation Street which seem to be never ending and pretty much show the same thing every episode? And dramas like Casualty are just plain sick. I don’t want to spend my evenings watching a traumatic car crash and then see the victim being sliced and diced until they die. What sicko would call this entertainment??

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Cartoons are different. They’re interesting and help me escape the confines of this dark and depressing universe where tragedies such as racism and car crashes occur on a daily basis. There is no cheating, bullying or profanity. Just pure innocence. Something I believe we all secretly crave. Why should this unadulterated pleasure be exclusive to kids though? As an 18 year old, I always feel a weird sense of shame when I
change channels from BBC which my parents watch to Cartoon Network which is only a page away from the shows that are targeted at toddlers.

 

It’s not just the dilution of oImage result for gravity fallsffense which I enjoy but the artwork. The vibrant colours, the detail in every object on the screen. It’s an art which I highly appreciate and wish that I could create. The creation of fantasy lands such as the Candy Kingdom from Adventure Time or the park from Regular Show or the forest in Gravity Falls, all of them are simply idyllic and mesmerising. These places are much more aesthetically pleasing and I know that I’d sure rather live in any of these locations than Albert Square or Coronation Street.

Exploration of age and the preservation of youth 

For my final module in 3D art, I decided to study appearance and how we often desire to change it to how we looked at an earlier time. This concept reminded me of masks and how they are used to conceal one’s true identity. I therefore made a series of clay masks based on pictures of my family and friends at different points in their life. The following is an extract from my art journal: 

Once the masks were fired and glazed, they had a much nicer finish. They reminded me of ancient artifacts, especially due to their cracked and broken state. As I suspected, the smooth, pristine texture of the masks contrasts nicely with the wrinkled and aged skin of the models. However the shiny glossy surface is not at all similar to the texture of skin, making them seem unrealistic. I therefore prefer the more organic finish of the unglazed red terracotta clay.

After using a transparent glaze on a few of my pieces, I began to wonder about using coloured glazes instead. Before experimenting, I decided to carry out research into an artist which uses colour in 3D portraits. I then discovered Marc Sijan whom creates hyper-realistic sculptures which he describes as “homages to humanity’s fascination with its own forms”. Critics believe that his sculptures are so lifelike that they are on the verge of movement. I was initially drawn to the artist’s’ use of colour; particularly in how he suggests that the subject is wearing makeup through the use of bright red on the lips and nails. Not only do i like the aesthetic of this, but also what it connotes. I feel that wearing makeup shows one’s desire to appear youthful and attractive. However, this is not always the result.
Sijan’s use of costume and posture portray which point the sitter is at in their cycle of life equally as much as their facial expression and wrinkles do in my opinion. I feel that this concept would be highly beneficial and easily applicable to my project. Portraying his pieces wearing a swimming costume or police officer uniform gives context to Sijan’s work. I therefore feel that, for example, my mother wearing her wedding dress as well as a mask would be highly effective. As I looked at photographs of my parents on their wedding day, I thought it would be fitting to photograph them at their current age whilst wearing their wedding clothes in order to evaluate their progression through the cycle of life.

I, as well as my mother, thought that the series of photographs was very unsettling yet effective in evoking my intended emotions for my audience. Not being able to zip the back of the wedding dress, I feel that my mother realised how much her body, as well as she, has changed over the 24 years that a passed since the day that she married my father. This feeling is what I predicted to evoke: a realisation as well as the desire to reverse time. Although my mother is beautiful, I cannot help but feel she looks uncomfortable in the dress, as the time that it was intended for is in the past. Thus, she no longer belongs in it.

The creepy and disturbing atmosphere was amplified with the addition of the broken masks. The dark hollow eyes remind the viewer that the piece is just a mask which I felt was similar to the work of Gillian wearing. The broken edges and dark hollow eyes which contrast with the expression on the mask which my mother is wearing conveys an ominous, macabre atmosphere which compliments the old and outdated wedding dress. It felt as though my mother was embodying the photographs of her found in my grandfather’s family albums which was both nostalgic and unsettling. A similar effect was created in the series of photographs that I took of my father whilst he was wearing his wedding tie. It appears as though he was frozen in time at an age where he was at the pinnacle of his youth. The cracks in the masks suggest how time can decay, how ageing is inevitable and cannot be reversed which is portrayed in both the mask and also the ageing of my father.  My dad seemed very nostalgic when showing him the mask which is what I wished to evoke. He also touched upon how unsettling the empty eye holes seemed stating that they truly are the “windows to the soul”.

I like how the aged, wrinkled skin of my grandfather contrasts the smoothness of the mask which depicts him at a much younger age, when he was at the pinnacle of his youth and beauty.  I thought it would be interesting to compare the appearance of my family members at different generations, it almost acts as a prediction of what the young will look like when they age which can be seen in the photograph of my 20  year old brother, Sam wearing the mask which depicts my grandfather.  Although I feel that the masks seem closer to the texture of skin when they are not glazed, I feel that the shiny finish portrays how people wish to capture and immortalize their beauty.

In response to my research on the artist Marc Sijan which gave me much inspiration, I decided to experiment with the use of colour on some of the masks. I used bright and vivid colours to suggest that the subject matter was wearing makeup and felt that this conveyed a desire to appear young and beautiful. I am not particularly fond of the mask which I entirely covered in a coloured glaze as it makes the piece seem very unrealistic. I prefer the matte, rough texture of the terracotta clay as it is highly similar to the texture of skin. I was keen to see the outcome of my grandmother wearing these masks in order to convey how the elderly wish to go back to their youth, when they appeared more beautiful.

In conclusion, I am very pleased with the outcome of this project, particularly because the final concept was thought of as a result of an accident. I feel that I have successfully explored issues of ageing as well as paying homage to my family and their progression through the cycle of life. My family members are also impressed with my work for this project and feel flattered that I used our personal life and precious memories to explore the cycle of life. They admit to feeling nostalgic and melancholic when looking through their old photographs as well as the pictures that I took of them wearing the masks that I created of themselves at younger ages. I therefore deem this project successful as my intended feelings were indeed evoked in my audience. I am eager to find out how others react to my work in the upcoming art exhibition and whether their reactions will differ from that of my family.

Finding My Religion

I’ve always considered myself as a radical atheist. Hating the idea of God and everything and anyone that was connected with it. I would always stay at home when my family went to the Christmas service at our village church. They’d be surrounded by people celebrating, uniting together as one to sing carols and stick candles in oranges and be happy. I’d always be unenthusiastic at Easter or Christmas while the people around me are happy. 

I’ve never really met anyone who was a serious church goer until I came to uni which is what I suppose sparked my interest initially. The idea was laughable to me, dedicating time to worship or whatever. But seeing how much happiness and sense of belonging it brought him made me question myself.

Enrolling in a module titled ‘The Meaning of Life’ did not at all help the existential crisis that awoke inside me. I began to question everything. Why am I here? What is my purpose? What is the meaning of life? 

It was during a seminar on the subject that I realised a higher being existed. The First Cause argument is what persuaded me. There MUST have been something that transcends our understanding of space and time that caused our existence. And I believe that something to be what Christians call ‘God’. 

I am yet to decide on whether I identify as a Christian but I am attracted to many of their core beliefs. I hope that my newly discovered faith will give me comfort in my existential crisis of not knowing where I come from or who I am or what my purpose is.

Art & Culture on the Southbank

Now that I’m technically a grown up, being 18 years old, my mother finds it difficult to buy Christmas presents for me. Even though I would’ve been quite content with a litre of vodka, I also received tickets to the Globe theater in London to see The Little Matchgirl (probably because I’m a literature student). Never seeing a play before in my life, I was unsure of what to expect. As she paid £50 for each ticket, it felt only fitting that I take my mother (although I probably could’ve impressed the hell out of a tinder date). The show was at 7.30 p.m.so we decided to spend the day enjoying the fruits of the Southbank, a strip along the Thames known for its art, culture and entertainment. Our first stop was at the Tate Modern.

I was amazed at the variety in the Tate. To be honest, I was expecting blank canvases and piles of garbage that are labelled as subjective, abstract political statements but was pleasantly suprised to see such pieces as that of Picasso.

The quote on this piece stood out to me for some reason, possibly due to the current political situation and the protests that were happening a few miles away in Westminster today. Protestors rudely interrupted the inauguration of President Trump yesterday during his message of peace and giving power back to the people. This quote seemed very relevant to the world’s response of America’s new leader.

Moving swiftly on from my controversial politics, I also enjoyed this study of the female form. The quick, harsh pen strokes suggest a sense of negativity and anger. The singular eye also stood out to me.

After we finished at the Tate, we didn’t know what to do for the remaining 2 hours so we walked along the river until we reached Borough Market. The street food from around the world was quite amazing, the Jamaican soul food, the Germans sausages, all in one place was quite beautiful and stood as a symbol of how we as a nation are accepting of all cultures.

After purchasing some weird oils and spices that my mother seems to like we went for a sort of pre-drinks at one of London’s oldest pubs. The old leather chairs and distressed wooden architecture was the perfect preparation for the historical architecture of the Globe theater.

Before the show, we had an extremely fancy 3 course meal and cocktails at a restaurant joined on to the Globe.  This was probably the highlight of the day, especially after a month of my attempts at cooking food at uni. Nonetheless, I would highly recommend this restaurant if you ever happen to be in the area and fancy feeling upper class for a few hours.

I was unable to take many pictures inside the theater for obvious reasons but above is my view of the stage. It was quite spectacular with the musicians looming above and the small, intimate atmosphere created by the circular seating. The play itself was not entirely what I expected but very well done. It was a collection of stories by Hans Christian Anderson: Thumbellina, The Emperor’s New Suit and The Princess And The Pea, all told by a narrator to a little puppet girl. Due to the comedy and infantile tone of the performance, it felt similar to the cringe worthy pantomimes that celebs who have hit rock bottom appear in at Christmas at times. Nevertheless, the atmosphere of the theater and the talent of the actors was spectacular.

All in all I had a very enjoyable day. The intertwining of modern art, culture and history was quite amazing. The people, the food and the architecture all took my breath away and gave me a new appreciation for the beauty of what one can find on the Southbank.

December Drawings 

I was interested in the human form and expression of emotion last month. 

My first piece explores passion and the internal feeling of it conveyed as a physical form. A fluid object flying through the air, with two beings joining together as one. The pink heart shaped flare of light highlights the two lovers that may have otherwise been missed.

I decided to explore light and darkness in my second sketch, using the medium of charcoal. I drew from a leftover picture from when I photocopied my face (don’t ask…) to create a flat, squashed portion of my own face. A unique style of self portrait. I love the curves and contours in this piece as well as the darkness where the remainder of my appearance lies.