The Personification of a Childhood Friend

It was a bland day, I was alone in the house I grew up in. Just me, Jeremy Kyle and a pack of Hobnobs. I decided that It would be a good idea to climb up into the attic and have a rummage around some old things from mine and my siblings childhood. As I climbed through the square panel into the cold abyss that is the roof of my house, I find a bag full of stuffed toys.

Now at this point I think nothing of it, but a strange voice at the back of my head tells me to look a bit further into the contents of the bag. What I found can only be described as a wave of memories and emotions. The toys were full of dust and musky. This left me with only one possible thing to do:

Photograph, it's what I do.

I decided to photograph against a white background as to remove any connotation that I may accidentally add myself. The results were, to my surprise, not as bland as expected, well actually a lot of them were but two particularly stood out.

The first because of its rigidity, and the almost human like expression to its gaze at the camera. The second because it completely sum's up what this whole blog is about. It effectively show the deterioration and soiling of memories over time (this was actually done by a mouse). I also enjoy the stark contrast between the child-friendly smile and the sheer destruction of the toy's arm.

I severely doubt I will be revisiting this idea (it stank and I inhaled enough dust for a year doing it) so enjoy the visual poetry.

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A new order...

This blog came to a standstill last November.

Nothing prepared me for what I would like to call a lull in my creative ascension (yes I know that sounds arrogant but I have to have goals) and the accompanying lows that I have come to associate with not producing any artwork, or even reading about art. I felt lost, floating through a sea of shit, It stank.

So with this recent spell of sun, I soaked up some vitamin D and started reading. From magazines to blogs I am slowly fertilising my creativity and hopefully with the summer approaching, and the imminent purchase of some much needed equipment, there will be a healthy harvest of creativity.

This blog post by Austin Kleon is a great source of inspiration for the wayward artist:

Click here

So the plan now: Start to use this blog as a driving force for my artistic output. (I did try tumblr...but it doesn't like my domain)

Also, there are a few backdated projects that I'm going to place on here.

Mental State (2010)

Its all in the title

"it's time to get out"

One day, Im going to bare myself to the world, I'm getting there its not easy.

Self portrait #4

I should really go and find someone else to photograph like a criminal.

Edit: should probably explain that the look on my face is due to the lemon I had just eaten. Bitter. A quick look into the many involuntary faces I pull.