Countdown to Interim Show - '28'

Hi all,

There is just over 1 week until the exhibition

A quick update and recap on key dates and actions ...

• The show is named '28' after the twenty-eight critical practice students in this year's group.
• John is designing a flyer/poster which will be distributed around uni next week.
  
• A copy of the flyer will be emailed to you to forward the invitation to friends and family.
• We are not asking for write-ups describing the work and will instead let the viewers see and interpret the exhibits as they stand.
• A visitors handout showing the exhibition layout and the '28' names will be available on the night

KEY DATES & ACTIONS:

BY END WED 3rd DEC

• Remove all extra work and materials from your studio space.
• There is space available behind Lorna's table in 310 where things can be packed & stored.

THU 4th DEC

• ALL furniture will be removed from 302 and 305 during the day and by 5pm at the latest.
• Any remaining studio work/materials will be removed by the curators and stored in 310.
• Important: This is the last day that exhibition pieces can be worked on in the studio.

FRI 5th DEC

• Painting Day
• Please let Claire/Lulu/Lorna know by Tuesday if you have spare rollers & trays we can use ... before we go shopping, tks.

BY 10:30am LATEST ON MON 8th DEC

• DROP-OFF your exhibition work to Studio 305.
• Please CLEARLY LABEL ALL WORK (and where poss leave a contact number in case of queries)
  

THE EXHIBITION HANGING TEAM
Claire, Lulu and Lorna with the support of Josh, Izzy and Jan will set-up the exhibits.

If you have any specific wishes for how your work is exhibited or hung please speak to us and where possible we'll try our best to accommodate and incorporate into the overall planning and curation of the show.

BRIEF MEETING - TUE 2nd DEC AT 5PM AFTER CRITICAL PRACTICE CLASS
To cover final preparation plans as above and any questions.

In the meantime, if you have any other queries, please call Lorna on 07752 734812, post a question here or catch up with one of us in the studio.

Best of luck getting your work ready ... see you soon!

Manifesto Jamie C

Manifesto; Build A Friend

In this new technological age communication is easy. A colleague across the world can be reached at but the click of a button. But with this comes the true impersonality of the e-mail or text message. A new era is eliminating the need for actual human contact and, as individuals, we must rise up and fully embrace this wonderful new dawn, and usher it towards a new nation of hermits.
Throw off your fellows,
Build your bubble,
Build a friend.
This creation shall be your world, your friend, your whim incarnate. People only think of themselves, it is common knowledge. Didn’t Jean-Paul Satre once say; “Hell is other people”? Wouldn’t things be much simpler without the daily bother of everyone else? All you need is one true companion.
Your world shall revolve around your “Doll” as it shall be dubbed.
Built with your own hands,
Shape it in your own image,
Mould it of the one you love,
Force it into the one you hate.
Buy a lamp to talk to,
I cannot tell you what to do in your world.
You can place it where you want, talk to it, ask it questions, for eventually, in it’s own subtle way, your Doll will answer you back.
Should I eat the orange in my left hand or the apple in my right? Your Doll’s head (or lampshade, whatever) seems to be resting slightly to the left. The orange it is then.
Only you can divine the subtle nuances of your Doll.
Eventually, it will make all decisions for you, it would all be so simple, why listen to other people? Your Doll relies on you,
Why would it lie?
It will never leave you if you speak harshly,
Challenge you if you harm it,
Complain if you leave it’s bulb on all night.
But it will always watch you, and remembers all the secrets you have told it, you will never need anyone again.

Rules;

 All members must constantly achieve the perfect state of ignoring all advice and opinion given to you by anyone but your Doll, yet retaining a constant concern over everyone’s opinion of you, everyone but your Doll.

 There will be three levels of membership:
Gold: Life-sized, humanoid form.
Silver: Any other humanoid figures either too big to carry or easily portable.
Bronze: Non-humanoid structures and ready-mades without further improvements.

 Any member concerned with their current rank is not a true member, no follower would be concerned with others trivial opinion on their status.

 If your Doll is worried of your low rank, a letter of complaint must be composed and sent to your local High Hermit, so your opinion can immediately be ignored (as per rule one).

 More membership categories may be added in future after a census of existing Dolls is carried out so as to be ignored by the High Hermit.

 It is not possible to drop a Doll. A Doll that seeks to end it’s own existence by leaving its owner’s hands proves the unworthiness of its creator.


 You may never destroy your Doll, unless in self defence.

Words Jamie C

Disquieting
Dark
Esoteric
Dolls
Narrative
Cliché
Characters
Dream
Emotionless
Puppets

Esoteric

Space Jamie C

Found Space Project


There is an unfortunate state embedded in the male psyche, that no matter what the social standing or level of maturity, a street sign emblazoned with “Cock Hill” will always demand a second glance.
The continuing search for a more meaningful, intellectual space, in order to preserve some semblance of reputation, is marred by the instant stock image conjured by the mind at a mere name.
The mysterious “Cock Hill”, perhaps a long dark alleyway, a place of ill repute. The more literal may venture a red light district, the rational illegal cockerel fighting. A slum from a forgotten part left over from Victorian London. A shady spot for the dregs of society, if you ignore the smart offices either side.
The real Cock Hill however seems almost disappointing. It’s banality only describable by maths. A beige shaft of bricks rises up four stories; a block of windows can only look onto the brick wall opposite. It gives the illusion of a dead end, but about fifty feet in it turns sharply onto some other beige passage. Arms stretched, a man would miss the walls with his fingertips by inches, for how many women would wander down here knowingly, just for the name? But all this sits around a once colourful Cockerel mural, outshined even by the mind-numbing bricks around it. Instantly forgettable, and comes with the disenchantment of a mystery solved.

Walk Jamie C

Cupboard, Mind or Memories.


I open my cupboard doors, looking for my lucky-special stick. My childhood hero; Garfield the cat, once said in a cartoon strip that “everyone should have a lucky-special stick”. And I will find mine.
First point of call is to move everything else out the way. I had my stick at the end of the last term, but inevitably whatever you need the most sinks down beyond the things you have never used in years.
I dig out my old sketchbooks, and dared’nt look, for I always spot mistakes, surely not there before, because no matter how good your work, it pales in comparison to the project of the moment. This too cast down for new interests to appear.
Spare canvas roll next, bought in Atlantis in bulk, and shared between a group of us. It seems more important when it was part of something bigger. I always wonder what is going on a few inches off the frayed edge of my own piece, what colour is on the other half of the thread I now own. How many masterpieces once lay on the same thread? Cut into many squares, once growing in a field. Oh yes, my stick.
Move some folders, full of bits of paper thrown at us with great importance by last years tutors, but never used, thank you Patrick.
Plastic bag. With “Cass Art” shop written on it, plus addresses, given to me by David. Kept telling me to go, but I never have. Must remember I leant him a book.
Large acrylic pad. Given to me by a woman I know, said she will never use it. Unfortunately, neither can I, for I have tried a couple of times with these pieces of paper, but I have never done anything I like on them. So I have deemed them bad luck, and shall never use them. It says “Galeria” on the cover, whatever that means, maybe it’s a curse. Stick Stick Stick.
Also consigned behind this is a painting board that shall never hold paint. Nothing seemed to work (artistically) after this was primed, but things have improved after I started using it as a cutting board. Maybe there is some thing deeply symbolic in this, but no matter, I have found my stick.
This is not my first of my talismans, of course, remembering my yellow-sheep-sharpener that was present during school tests. Maria, the little doll I made, wonderfully creepy, and with me still.
I have found my lucky-special-stick. A short piece of wood, stained blue from when it was part of Eleanor’s drawing machine. I twirl it therapeutically as my once-majorette cousin taught me, and I am happy with my work when it is propped up on the table. Its power proved by a few awful paintings, which forced me to find it again. Having found it, I place it back again, I shall need it soon, but it’s best to have it where I know it is, beneath the stuff I never use.

100-50-20-10-1

100

Reliable
Exigency
Trial
Error
Materials
Curious
Searching
Enjoyment
Complex
Aspects
Appearance
Creative
Inquisitive
Execution
Physical
Thirst
Lazy
Methodical
Confused
Adventurous
Nonsense
Intricate
Perfection
Synthesis
Collective
Relative
Re-constructive
Process
Reflective
Complicate
Mixed
Involving
Layering
Perseverance
Involved


Precise
Chaotic
Messy
Stretched
Harmony
Particular
Emotional
Subjective
Playful
Objective
Communicative
Blissful
Birth
Need
Hang
Thread
Twist
Cover
Support
Insignificant
Inlay
Grasp
Navigating
Flood
Consuming
Overpowering
Surround
Natural
Honest
Functional
Experienced
Necessary
Encapsulate
Scrutinise
Perplexity
Ideally


Personify
Distort
Structure
Join
Realise
Weave
Random
Bind
Self-sufficient
Specific
Blurred
Torn
Close
Pulled
Rhythm
Overflowing
Contained
Careful
Leading
Concrete
Exhausting
Discovery
Undercurrent
Bend
Tear
Descriptive
Indecisive
Bound
Stuck
Pierced
Absorbing

50

Reliable
Perseverance
Scrutinise
Encapsulate
Considered
Bound
Harmony
Enjoyment
Physical
Involving
Thread
Natural
Relative
Indecisive
Absorbing
Perplexity
Pierced
Hang
Reflective
Undercurrent
Careful
Bind
Emotional
Synthesis
Reconstructive
Twist
Support
Consuming
Specific
Join
Ideally
Methodical
Overflowing
Contained
Exigency

Curious
Chaotic
Stretched
Inquisitive
Process
Layering
Grasp
Weave
Structure
Realise
Blurred
Consuming
Particular

20
Particular
Consuming
Reconstructive
Methodical
Chaotic
Weave
Bound
Encapsulate
Blurred
Natural
Overflowing
Join
Curious
Perseverance
Specific
Inquisitive
Layered
Absorbing
Structure
Scrutinise

10

Structure
Chaotic
Specific
Layered
Absorbing
Reconstructive
Bound
Scrutinise
Curious
Weave

1

Reconstructive

Manifesto for this day

there are moments every day that are special. special if only because you felt them, saw them, imagined them, wished them

i will
capture those glances, glimpses
chase the light and shadows as they create other forms
observe and contemplate
quietly rate stillness and silence
not think too much (until afterwards)
edit and refine, to keep
simple, simple, simple

sometimes there’s an absence which makes you look harder and appreciate more what’s actually there, or what has been

absence makes for imagining
wonder
joy

so,
keep looking all the time
try to see beyond
and rediscover what’s often lost

TWENTY

absence, considered, everyday, light, quiet, blurred, contemplative, football, moments, shadows, camera, dance, in-between, observed, simple, choreography, edit, instinctive, photography, unobtrusive

TEN

blurred, contemplative, everyday, moments, shadows, considered, edit, light, observed, simple

ONE

moments

A sneaky short cut

At the top looking down. A sneaky short cut. A pathway situated between two imposing Edwardian houses, sloping quite steeply from one high road to a low road. “Peacock Walk N6” says a sign. About four metres wide and 150 metres long. A rusty, mottled, sea green iron post pointedly guards the entrance. Two narrow, metal parallel bars extend beyond, all the way down the steep incline. Every three metres or so, another more plain metal post supports its tumbling route, dividing the path in two. The exit down the end is defined by a less ancient matt, black post. Less inviting. Keep to the left it seemingly demands. Don’t meander. Get on your way with this hidden short cut. Don’t tell anyone. No one is here.

A kind of crazy paving wall effect starts off on the left hand side with a towering privet hedge above it. The other side is an eight foot high wooden fence, its faded grey, vertical slats bowing out slightly under the weight from whatever is growing behind it. A small bit of rickety trellis balances on top between redundant posts which extend from the top of the fence a good metre in the air.

The ground is tarmaced, uneven and grey, the kind that breaks up and deposits bits on the bottom of your shoes. Piles of blown orange and brown leaves flank the edges, adding a spot of crispiness. The slope invites you to run down. Walking brings arched back and slapping footsteps. Gradually the alleyway becomes flanked by greenery; ivy, jasmine, an apple tree overhanging its garden space. Some plants have been cut back hard, displaying its woody undergrowth. In other parts, ivy spills down to the floor. A mossy, damp smell penetrates the air.

The right hand fence cuts in for a while, a chunk eaten out of the straightness. Here, a couple of concrete steps lead up to just another bit of disjointed fence; perhaps it used to be a gate. Remnants of nocturnal life include an empty can of Lowenbrau beer, bright blue and shiny, sitting on the top step; a crushed Stella can on the ground is prevented from rolling down the hill by soggy leaves wedging it in.

The almost silence of the city: rustling leaves, distant traffic, a train horn. A torn strip of paper clings to a part of the metal rail. It flickers, hanging in on there by persistent sticky tape. Look back. Still no one comes.

manifesto...

Deliberation is a must, but delusional
I will be influenced by the past, and my present and future are determined

More will be forgotten

I allow the intuitive

Nothing cannot be known

I am the positive and the negative
I will not voice what I truly want to say

It will exist in the dimension and for the duration
Everything to know is there, even if unknown
It is the truth

I am in the real and in the philosophical
We are all the first person agent and the third person observer

1from10 - 10from1 ? (100-50-20-10-1)

considered
determined
intuitive
contradiction
influenced
organic
durational
moral
dimensional
existing

GOOD ART RULES

By Rosy Forward

Rules of Good Art – General

Good art is:
Defined by it’s maker and their promoters
Created by famous artists and their assistants
Defined by the cost of the art piece
Expensive

To be famous you must be young, preferably male and go to particular London art schools
You then need to do post graduate studies, preferably at the RCA
Once you are famous your assistants can make your art and you need only to sign it

Rules of Good Art – Art School

Good art:
Pushes boundaries
Is political, ironic, intellectual
Is not obvious, traditional, pretty or descriptive unless ironic
Is defined by the opinions of others
Is not craft or ceramics which are c words
Is more about ideas than application

Good artists:
Make beautiful sketchbooks
Use photos only for reference Never to copy from
Talk about art in a way that is profound but unintelligible

In art there are no rules, but there are.

My Art

Before art school I broke the rules in my naivety but I had fun
Then I was inhibited by the rules of art school and I got stuck

Now and in the future what I want from my art is:
To feel free to break rules
To feel uninhibited
To enjoy the process more and mind less about the result
To define my own success
To get on with it, risk it, bugger it

What I want from others
Honesty
Indifference if that is honest
Interest
Criticism
Admiration
Suggestion
Money


Good art rules – (but is it OK?)

Cake sale!

To raise funds for the show so we can have nice paint, handouts, posters and yummy snacks booze and soft drinks for all!! :)
please make cakes if you can!! and come along and buy some x

INTERIM SHOW - TUE 9TH DEC - Update, Timetable, Actions & Requests

Hello everyone,

Here's the timetable, key points, actions and volunteer requests for our Show on Tuesday 9th December, 5.30pm to 8.00pm. 3 Weeks to Go!

Communications:
As raised at our meeting today all future notices will be posted here on the blog; in paper form in the studio spaces CE3-05/CE3-10 and by email when we have a full group list of e-addresses. Please check-in regularly or speak to Claire, Lulu or Lorna if you are unsure of any plans. A Suggestions Box will also be placed in CE3-05 and we welcome ideas and/or for you to come along and chat with us :-)

THE TIMETABLE & ACTIONS

By Fri 21 Nov:
- Submit your initial proposal for exhibit(s) to Claire, Lulu, Lorna.

What we need to know from you:
a) The medium(s) your work will be in (and a rough description of what it is if it's not a piece of work we are already familiar with)
eg. Mediums - Painting/Photography/3D/Time-based/Printmaking/Live Performance/Other (please describe!)

b) An estimate of how much display space you need
eg. a whole or a half-partition for wall hanging work -or- 1 metre sq floorspace for a plinth/floorbased work

What we will do with this info:
- Prepare draft Floorplans and Space Allocations for CE3-02 (Seminar Rm) and CE3-05 (Studio)

On Tue 25 Nov:
- Cake Sale to raise funds for Show costs (Painting materials/Flyers & Posters/Refreshments)
Volunteers Wanted - to make and/or bring in cakes plus help to sell them!
Note: Depending on amount raised at the Cake Sale we may ask for a small financial contribution from each student (£3-£5) to supplement costs.
- 5pm Update Meeting in CE3-02 directly following the Critical Practice Seminar
- Display the draft Floorplan & Space Allocations and discuss any amendments

By Fri 28 Nov:
- Final changes to the Floorplan and Space Allocations agreed
Please make sure you speak to one of Claire, Lulu or Lorna by Fri 28 Nov at the latest where needed. No further changes will be made!

Mon 1 Dec:
- Copy of Final Floorplan and Space Allocations posted for info

Wed 3 Dec - Fri 5 Dec:
- Desk drop flyers and put up Posters
Volunteers Wanted!
Note: an electronic version of the flyer will also be distributed so it can be sent on to family/friends.
- Clear your space of all additional studio work

Thu 4 Dec:
- At 5pm (and earlier where possible!) - Remove all tables and chairs from CE3-02 / CE3-05
Volunteers Wanted!

Fri 5 Dec:
- Painting Day
Lots of Volunteers Wanted!
If you have spare white emulsion/paint rollers/scrapers/primer to marks please bring in - tvm!

Mon 8 Dec:
- Setting up of exhibits
Rob (Fine Art Technician) will be on hand to help with drilling/fixings
- Please plan in advance if you need technical help with fixings so Rob can arrange his workload and we avoid delays.
- If plinths/shelves etc are needed please speak with Alan or Rob (4th floor Technicians) regarding your requirements as there may be ready-made plinths available.
Note: we are not allowed to hang or support any artwork from internal pipeworks etc.

Tue 9 Dec by 3pm:
- Complete exhibition set-up!
- Sigh of relief and a break!

- THE EXHIBITION BEGINS!!!
- 5.30pm to 8.00pm


Wed 10 Dec 10.30am:
- Take down exhibits and return all furniture
Volunteers with and without hangovers welcome and needed!

Other:
- A Volunteer List for you to add your name against the activities listed will be put up in CE3-05.
- At the Exhibition there will be copies of the Floorplan and Artists Names available (note there will not be name-plates against work)

That seems more than enough for now ... but again please keep checking-in for updates.

AND IMPORTANTLY LOADS OF LUCK GETTING YOUR WORK READY FOR THE SHOW :-)

Thanks for all your support so far and see you in the next few days as preparations really begin!
The Curators:
Claire, Lulu and Lorna

Next Meeting: Tuesday 25 November at 5pm in CE3-05.

100-50-10-1.TEXT

ten words: graphic. bold. layered. traced. tattoos. precise. risk. style. images. borrowing.
one word: borrowing

SPACE.TEXT

The clinically clean space, in a long boring oblong shape, reflections of people in the shiney windows, far too clean for what the environment should be like. Rustling of newspapers, and munching of food, sounds of people texting and typing. Empty tables, apart from the newspapers and reams of paper waiting to be read. Many empty, generic seats, nobody wanting to sit next to each other. After a swift abrubt conversation, a man points reluctantly, giving a disgruntled look, at a sign stuck onto the window.

WALK.TEXT

we should write a fucking story about walking home. cant write anything too nasty. Hah. get the fuck out of my way. 8 bottles of stella for FIVE POUNDS! HAH! a shop called feelings, that’s quite a good one! Where the fuck am i? seriously? John, this way? WAPPING! URRRRRGGHHHH! Honestly, where are we? Does it take longer going this way? Not coming down here again. Weird, weird, weird. What are you having for dinner tonight? A BOX! Do you reckon someones in it? OHHHHHH I know where we are! That’s valance road!! That smells amazing. BEEEEEEP. BLAP BLAP BLAP!

The Space Underground


One after another they descended the hard, stone steps. Gingerly, hesitatingly, clutching the thin iron railing, cold to touch, down they went, step after steep step. So narrow was the space they brushed the damp dark walls as they entered the cool musty cellar. In the dim, dingy light they could just perceive corridors leading to yet more corridors. There were rows of shelves, four deep with large boxes behind iron gates; homes for coffins; three thousand of them. Most dark spaces were occupied, ancient and crumbling, dust layering on dust. Other spaces black, vacant and waiting. They stood and stared in the half light, cooling to a chill. All was still except the drip overhead marking time. All was grey but the light from the ventilator shaft casting daylight promise. They moved slowly, like ghosts. The guide said that if they wanted to book their own space, as he had done, it would only cost them £1,200 and was a bargain.

Ten words and one word

ten words: ambiguous experimental evocative accidental layering mixing risking pre-occupying relationship processing

one word: evocative

100 50 10 1

systematic

colour

playful

reflective

linguistic

memory

landscape

chance

psychological

series

 

 

systematic

100, 50, 10, 1

10 words

Exploring multilayer's, of the self, using bright colurs with homoerotic art.

1 Word 

Multilayered

10:30 till 11:00 Sunday 19th October

Bright stairs, the cold, then wind fresh stillness. Again blowing forcing quiet.

Crow squawk's, leaves off, and down, the autominal cat's moan color's, of red having yellow.

A car, there moments crashing, evident amongst the bed gone green.

The indoor's apparent washing. the machine bird bleeps more song than sound.

Amazing on light this wind, silence annoying, the sound, broken until busy. The wind stillness, siren rushing furiously.

Dark slamming, for all, and then stillness, sudden rain.

God rings left for double mad. rustling ladies heels, fall.

Hearing the finish but not waiting.

100.50.20.10.1 Lorna Pridmore

aesthetic aesthetic aesthetic
affinity
alchemy alchemy
allusive allusive allusive
aloof
altered altered altered
atmospheric atmospheric
balanced
cerebral
considered
construction construction construction
contained contained contained contained
contemplative
contradiction contradiction
contrasted
controlled controlled controlled
cuboids cuboids
dark
discovery
disguise
duality
emotive emotive
empirical
endurance endurance
essence essence
ethereal
everyday everyday
exacting
experiment
focused
form form form form
found
fragile
handmade
heavy heavy
hidden hidden
imbued imbued imbued imbued imbued
immanent
industrial
inert
innate innate
instinctive instinctive
intangible
integrity integrity
laboured laboured laboured
latent
light light
loop
maker maker maker maker
manipulate
manmade manmade
material material material material
measured measured
metamorphosis
metaphorical
mutable
natural natural
object
obsessive obsessive
opposites opposites
ordered
ordinary ordinary
organised
painstaking painstaking painstaking
particular particular particular particular
patience
physical physical physical physical
placement placement
poetic
precise
process process process
push push
questioning
quiet quiet
reflection
repetition repetition
representation representation
resistance resistance resistance
shape
slow
solid
specific
spherical spherical
still still still still
stress
subjective
subliminal
subtle
surface
symbolic symbolic
tactile tactile
tangible
tested tested
texture texture
touch touch touch touch
transference
transform transform transform
transience
undercurrents undercurrents undercurrents undercurrents
weight

1 aesthetic - pleasing in appearance
2 affinity - a feeling of identification with something
3 alchemy - a power of transformation
4 allusive - that makes or contains an indirect reference to something
5 aloof - physically distant or apart
6 altered - to become different
7 atmospheric - evoking or producing an emotional tone or aesthetic quality
8 balanced - containing elements in suitable quantities or arranged to produce a whole
9 cerebral - involving the psychological processes of thinking and reasoning
10 considered - carefully thought out or regarded in a particular way
11 construction - a structure or thing that has been built or put together
12 contained - to keep an emotion under control
13 contemplative - calm and thoughtful, or inclined to be this way
14 contradiction - something that contains parts or elements that are inconsistent
15 contrasted - an effect created by placing very different things next to each other
16 controlled - carefully measured and regulated to achieve a desired result
17 cuboids - a solid figure of six rectangular planes set at right angles to the adjacent sides
18 dark - little known or kept hidden from others
19 discovery - the fact or process of finding out about something for the first time
20 disguise - to change something so that it cannot be recognised
21 duality - a situation that has two states or parts that are complementary or opposed
22 emotive - causing or intended to cause emotion
23 empirical - based on observation and experiment rather than theory
24 endurance - the ability to bear prolonged exertion, pain or hardship
25 essence - the basic element or feature of something; the quality that makes it what it is
26 ethereal - very delicate or highly refined
27 everyday - having no remarkable feature to set it apart
28 exacting - demanding hard work and great effort
29 experiment - a test carried out to discover the results of a particular course of action
30 focused - concentrated on a single thing
31 form - a thing's nature, structure or essence apart from its content, colour and texture
32 found - discover by chance or effort
33 fragile - not strong, sound or secure and unlikely to withstand stresses and strains
34 handmade - made by hand, not by machine
35 heavy - weighing a relatively large amount and thus difficult to lift, carry or move
36 hidden - to conceal something
37 imbued - to make something rich with a particular quality
38 immanent - existing within or inherent within something
39 industrial - relating to, used in, or created by industry
40 inert - not moving or able to move
41 innate - relating to qualities a person is born with
42 instinctive - having a particular quality or skills spontaneously without effort or instruction
43 intangible - difficult to define or describe clearly, but nonetheless perceived
44 integrity - the quality of adhering to high principles and standards
45 laboured - requiring a great deal of effort
46 latent - present in the unconscious but not consciously expressed
47 light - of little weight, not heavy; easy to lift
48 loop - a figure produced by a curve, or a doubled thread that crosses itself
49 maker - somebody who creates something
50 manipulate - to control or influence something in an ingenious or devious way
51 manmade - made by human beings and not occurring naturally
52 material - relating to or consisting of solid physical matter
53 measured - slow, deliberate, or carefully considered
54 metamorphosis - a complete or marked change of physical form, structure or substance
55 metaphorical - the application of a descriptive term which is imaginative but not literal
56 mutable - capable of changing, or subject to change
57 natural - present in or produced by nature
58 object - something that is perceived as an entity and referred by a name
59 obsessive - to preoccupy and fill the mind continually
60 opposites - something that is completely different from another or from what is expected
61 ordered - an organised state, with elements arranged properly, neatly, or harmoniously
62 ordinary - of a common, everyday kind
63 organised - to apply efficient working methods in order to work effectively
64 painstaking - involving or showing great care and attention to detail
65 particular - taking great care when making a choice and having high standards
66 patience - the ability to endure and persevere calmly when faced with difficulties
67 physical - existing in the real material world, and able to be touched and seen
68 placement - the act of placing or arranging something in a particular place or position
69 poetic - having qualities associated with poetry, especially in being gracefully expressive
70 precise - very careful about small details
71 process - to prepare something in a series of steps or actions
72 push - to extend something beyond the usual limits
73 questioning - expressing a question without using words
74 quiet - not grand, showy or pretentious
75 reflection - careful thought; the process of reconsidering prior actions or decisions
76 repetition - the act of doing something again
77 representation - to symbolise or stand for something
78 resistance - a force that opposes or slows down another force
79 shape - to mold something into a different shape
80 slow - taking a long time to do or create something
81 solid - built out of strong substantial material and not likely to break or collapse
82 specific - with individual qualities that allow a distinction to be made or necessary
83 spherical - relating to a sphere, or to spheres in general
84 still - subdued, gentle or quiet
85 stress - a force or system of forces exerted and resulting in deformation or strain
86 subjective - existing only in the mind and not independently of it
87 subliminal - entering, existing in, or affecting the mind without conscious awareness
88 subtle - cleverly indirect and understated
89 surface - the outermost part of a thing, the one that can be seen and touched
90 symbolic - using a symbol or symbols to represent something else
91 tactile - pleasing or interesting to the sense of touch
92 tangible - able to be touched or perceived through the sense of touch
93 tested - a trial run-though of a process to find out if it works
94 texture - the feel and appearance of a surface, especially how rough or smooth it is
95 touch - to be in, or bring something into, physical contact with an object
96 transference - the transferring of something from one place to another
97 transform - to change things completely
98 transience - coming to an end, disappearing or changing
99 undercurrents - a feeling or force felt to be present but not openly shown or expressed
100 weight - the heaviness of something

COIN OPERATED

To my left, there are two fat friendly Indian women, sat next to me on the cheap prison yellow coloured benches, laid out here for us all to sit on.

How are ten people?,( if all machines are used at the same time), suppose to share this meager bench.

It's cold. Cold.

Outside the heavens have opened, and two little boys, who have come from the park are crossing  the road.

They look like they have taken a bath fully clothed.

It always amazes me how cars always seem to drive faster in the  rain.

' PUSH IN TO LOCK '

The washing machine doors are clean on the inside, almost, apart from the gangrene around the rims.

The bottom of the machines are matted with scum.

It's uncomfortable here. As the fat grey haired ladies in the corner, are the owners of this establishment.

 It's amusing, having been in a few launderettes in my time, a Hindu one made me chuckle.

Directly on the wall in front of me, there are two pictures of middle aged Asian men, in an ornate black and silver frame.

These items the owners do clean, probably everyday.

They sparkle as the light from the window hits them.

The men, one fat both old are smiling. One of the pictures is taken in this very place, in the Eighties or so.

This you can tell by the highly flammable launderette suit he is wearing.

  

  The Eighties is what this place is stuck in.

The prison yellow painted benches, the mismatched blue linoleum tiles on the floor, all beaten up and grotty around the corners.

A hint of home comforts show up now and again. In the left hand corner of the shop window, is an array of well cared for potted plants.

Ferns, tomatoe plants placed decoratively on a black broken plastic milk crate.

The women beside me are eating, as they move the bangles that adorn their wrists jingle jangled.

Their protruding bellies straining their clothes.

The way that they sit with their necks blending seamlessly into their bodies, make them look like the little Buddha's that tourist would bring back from their travels.

' SMALL  MACHINE £3.00'.

'PLEASE NOTE THAT CUSTOMERS WHO ARE USING OUR MACHINES IN THE LAUNDRY HAVE FIRST PRIORITY OVER CUSTOMERS WHO JUST WANT TO DRY THEIR CLOTHES FROM HOME. THANK YOU.'

     A man comes in from the rain outside, wearing a blue paddington hat. His beady eyes look like that of a teddy.

Now all three of them are watching me. Wondering why I am here.

  A jade green plastic garden chair is by the front door, making up for the small  seating arrangement.

It's cold in here, help the aged is what springs to mind.

' THIS LAUNDERETTE IS FULLY STAFFED '. Is on a peeling art deco style sticker on the front door.

What exactly will they help you with?. So far nothing, all that they are doing is keeping each other company.

They laugh.

The machine in front of me spin's faster and the drum finally stops.

    To my right is the back door and a window showcasing washing powders, Daz, Ariel, Persil all lined up to be sold.

Maybe a little at a time, like a corner shop, in which they sell you single cigarettes illegally.

The man sits down directly facing to the right hand side of me.

They laugh, and speak in Hindi, so i can't tell if they are laughing directly at me.

A machine in the far right corner spins at the end of it's cycle making the hole room shake like a train would, if it was under foot.

'SHIRTS IRONED ONLY 80p'

The machines have a detailed description of operating.

'WARNING'

' DO NOT USE THIS MACHINE BEFORE READING THE OPERATING INSTRUCTIONS'.

Too many rule. 

100-50-10-1: Jan

100
derivative, distinctive, theoretised, intuitive, disturbing, timorous, brave, tentative, tremulous, technical, constipated, immured, inaccessible, accusatory, feminist, political, dead, vital, aloof, lamentable, ambivalent, cowardly, angry, resigned, compromising, harsh, antediluvian, costly, barking, barren, fruitful, fruitless, embryonic, pregnant, perverse, compulsive, fetid, fictive, feigned, authentic, baffling, serious, solemn, sincere, spurious, genuine, strident, gloomy, vainglorious, conceited, humble, modest, hodgepodge, risible, claptrap, slow, subjective, biased, personal, backward-looking, discriminating, heterogeneous, consistent, ethical, honourable, soft, harsh, idealistic, unknowing, wise, bewildering, adequate, inadequate, flawed, imitative, starved, tawdry, crude, taut, succinct, taciturn, telling, tedious, insular, open, inspired, dramatic, entrenched, panic-stricken, tricky, unexpected, self-effacing, mundane, unpractised, under-explored, undervalued, idiopathic, private, monochromatic, surprising.

50
derivative, distinctive, theorised, intuitive, disturbing, timorous, brave, technical, constipated, immured, starved, dead, vital, feminist, angry, compromising, barking, serious, modest, biased, ethical, flawed, crude, succinct, insular, unexpected, self-effacing, pregnant, unpractised, surprising, risible, adequate, inadequate, discriminating, open, heterogeneous, panic-stricken, perverse, genuine, consistent, fictive, monochromatic, gloomy, costly, subjective, soft, accusatory, slow, bewildering, compulsive,

10
derivative, constipated, feminist, pregnant, compulsive, slow, surprising, theorised, crude, disturbing

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100
Current work is influenced by the quasi-ethnographic approach of Sophie Calle; her collaboration with Paul Auster, and the way that they manipulated the boundary between fact and fiction. This prompted me to start an imaginary relationship with Siri Hustvedt, through her first novel, The Blindfold. I am recreating objects (a stained glove, some soiled cotton wool, and a small mirror) that Hustvedt makes central to her narrative, and exploring their nature, primarily through video. What has emerged so far is the ambiguity of mundane things that might be seen as simultaneously subject and object, enlivened and inert, reality and invention.

50
The quasi-ethnographic Sophie Calle,
With Paul Auster,
Manipulated the boundary between fact and fiction
To start an imaginary relationship, Blindfold, with
A stained glove,
Some soiled cotton wool, and
A small mirror.
What has emerged?
The ambiguity of mundane things,
Simultaneously subject and object,
Enlivened and inert,
Reality and invention.

10
A Blindfold Boundary Invention
To Emerged Things
With Some Enlivened

1
Invention

Writing space

Jan Savage

This room is made of three connecting spaces.

The first has two gullies, running from front to back, both behind a long, step-up slab of stone painted a pleasing gull grey. Blue floor sparkles between them. On the far side - a large yellowing window, with slatted panes. Each gully is divided by small partitions that bring to mind the phrase ‘Starters Orders’. And each row of partitions has a black box overhead. There is a sudden rush and gurgle of water down the gully that disappears down a hole with a pierced metal cover. The once-silver metal is turning white.

The second space again has a window at its far end, but also what seems to be a door, painted shut. Half of this space is divided into three small areas, each with a door, and each with a white rounded bowl on the floor.

The third space has six white bowls and six mirrors spaced across two walls.A large pipe uncoils from the ceiling like a tree snake. Towels hang from the walls. A sign says “Caution: Hot Water” and another, “Please wash your hands”. A startled-looking man leans by the door. The floor glitters blue.

Hey guys (curating)

hey guys, just wanted to say I'd like to volunteer to be a curator for our end of term show, I hope no-one has a problem with this!! Is anyone intrested in joining me?? Give me an email at rubyrubysoho_unknown@hotmail.com or come chat at uni ...don't leave me on my own!! :) x x

space

Up a small singular stone step, through a keystone archway, the rotting wood frame and rusting hinges the only remnant of the door from which once hung. The question is posed as I effortlessly over come the mock wall two breeze blocks in height: was this once entirely blocked off ? Once inside, most likely because of the missing door, I find the space not in the least bit claustrophobic, but others would. The dimensions are difficult to determine, 5’ in diameter seems a reasonable guess based on my 5‘9” height. The height is an entirely different matter; dizzying then nauseating if looked at too long - two stories, maybe ? The walls, which presupposes a flat and straightness are made from layer upon layer of mortared bricks set in a circle. The dirt floor, although likely to originally have been dirt, is clearly much higher than planned based on the singular step and natural ground outside. This leaves me with yet another question: is this because of decades of dirt or that just accrued from abandonment ? somehow a staggering amount if it is since the latter. I find myself going in and out again of my space, each time noticing it anew. At first there were only the large things noticed: a patch of very fine, greens and black coloured moss flowing down nearly directly in front, just slightly to the left; the tapering window at 3:00; the large elliptical hole in the ceiling; the three large steel structural supports; another window; or the numerous frayed spider webs dusted with dust. Then noticing the nooks and crannies just above the floor which numbered in 3; that the second brick from the keystone is missing on the inside of the archway; the wooden archway doorframe; the rusted door hinges; the seemingly pointless wooden structural supports on the brick arch; a rusted metal hook jutting out. As I make my way around again and again, I find more little holes, missing bricks in the “walls” 7, 8, 9; large industrial size bolts in the middle of the steel supports; that the two upper supports are peculiarly connected like holding hands; that more light is coming in towards the top; the mortar is flaking away; the surprisingly milky white colour of the “walls”. Now and again, while leaving my space, I am chanced upon by the occasional man going past who gives me an odd glance. This strikes me as odd since I have finally found my space, I have reason to be there but what is his ?