画像上の言葉 = word on the picture

Hello! I am playing with words and the mixing of languages to limit viewer understanding. Words on found images. Translations of Japanese are provided underneath each image (which maybe defeats the point) (maybe this is pointless because of that) (but maybe I care about pointless art) (that's the point?) (confusing isn't it?) (that's the point).

(image found via http://emi0000.tumblr.com/)

氏ね = die!
(image found via http://pocoperro.tumblr.com/)
後架 = toilet

I switched to full Japanese because it takes the "lack of understanding" thing to the next level (from the perspective of someone who doesn't speak Japanese) and involves potentially awkward translations.

英国の幽霊が私の脳を飲んでいる = Britain's ghost is drinking my brain
(image found via http://pope-benedict-xvi.tumblr.com/)
このたまごっちは、ここで何をしている? = What are you doing here this Tamagotchi?
(image found via http://grossmagik.tumblr.com/)
お父さん出資紙天国 = Heaven dad owned paper
(the original phrase was "dad-funded paper heaven" from this post by Eleanor Payne,
image found via http://isgandar.tumblr.com/)
あなたの陰茎は大丈夫ですか?= Penis are you okay?
(image found via http://theevildead-.tumblr.com/)

artist: Ben Giles




v. whimsy and magical lands, v. bright collaged flowers contrasted with more sparse photo, drained colour palette// v. intricate and delicate sort of collage um

artist: Tara Welch (cakes)



Text as unexpected. An example of messages sent in unconventional ways. They are really cute cakes?!

artist: Christophe Hohler







So painterly and messy and drippy and hurried and splattery and all the colours are so good, the reds and golden yellows and blacks. I'm thinking about consciousness. Humans are messy and drippy. That's what's so.............................................................................. visceral. The texture, the intensity of these images, it makes perfect sense in their depiction of people. Weird Earth mess. I'm a big pile of ink.

I think it would be good to combine the lovely lovely lovely textures and colours and person-applied brushstrokes with digital imagery; print outs and text collaged on paper to then have gloopy substances intruding. The inevitable mix of disgusting tangible life with clean digitization.

on writing and text in art: Ben Roylance & Crispin Best (art & writing)


"list of people who eat raw things
list of people who dissolve
list of people that I see dancing with glass sycamores
list of people who cannot breathe
list of people who swallow entire friends
list of people interested in moths or birds
list of people with hearts but not legs
list of people who cannot swim in gelatin
list of people that I can meet
list of people who belong to tribes
list of people who consider themselves complete
list of people that I will see between now and then
list of people who eat only vegetable matter
list of people who serve other people
list of people with tragic family histories
list of people who make other people miserable
list of people that I see dancing with molten chimes
list of people who sleep regularly
list of people who speak English
list of people who read old scrolls about smelling salts
list of people who nap
list of people who eat their own pubic hairs
list of people who cannot sleep
list of people that I will meet
list of people older than I will be when I am mauled by a golden swan
list of people who twist their leg hairs into knots
list of people who slip
list of people that I will never meet
list of people who have lived
list of people without electricity
list of people who believe in one god
list of people who believe in two gods
list of people who believe in no gods
list of people who believe in three gods
list of people who believe in more than three gods
list of people who believe in one god, specifically themselves or their lovers
list of people who believe in animal sacrifices
list of people with 500,000 arms but only one leg
list of people who are guilty
list of people who are more innocent than they are guilty, but we are all guilty, right?
list of people who are not guilty, are not guilty and will never be
list of people with eating disorders
list of people with incurable diseases
list of people with frustrated artistic ambitions
list of people with frustrating artistic ambitions
list of people who still ache for redemption
list of people who translate languages into other languages
list of people that I see vomiting into pails
list of people who look outward, hoping to see the other side
list of people that I see through the window, but just their outlines
list of people with radiation poisoning
list of people that I see staring at my fingertips
list of people who will sink
list of people with hair longer than their arms
list of people with hair shorter than their necks
list of people with burning shoulder blades
list of people who will float
list of people that I know to be trustworthy
list of people who are not now known by their original, given name
list of people who read books
list of people that I can hear gulping down their medications
list of people who believe themselves to be in contact with more complicated beings
list of people who + when -
list of people who - when +
list of people who were knights of the round table
list of people who err on the side of sunlight
list of people who are motorized
list of people who eat raw things, but do not let their minds dwell upon the blood on their teeth, they just swallow it and move along."
 - list of people, Ben Roylance


"everyone i've never had sex with" by Crispin Best
(read here: http://www.shabbydollhouse.com/everyone-i-ve-never-had-sex-with)


I really really like this sort of frenzied writing about everything and nothing, just life, an outpouring of thoughts and little moments and worries and whatever. There's a sort of honesty and flow and childlike quality to these pieces of writing, emphasized by their disregard for punctuation (although that's less noticeable in a list). It's just like reading someone's diary, desperate and honest and human, and that's the appeal I think, for me. I was talking to someone the other day about the ways in which we write and I said I found it really hard to not write about me. I'll try to create a story or a character and it will just end up being me, or some facet of me, whatever. I don't want to fight that. If writing about myself is easiest then I should find a way to do that and make it compelling.

This sort of thing is really like looking into someone else's brain and I feel like I understand people, everything about people, everything about everything, reading these. And I suppose because they break conventions of writing it allows a certain freedom. There's a level of similarity between these pieces and work by David Shrigley, Jenny Holzer, Tracey Emin, and others who are ostensibly artists (whatever that means, eh?????). But what's the difference between writing and art that uses writing? Cultures of alt lit and zines are flourishing as part of internet culture and community now and it's weird and good. The internet can be such a lucky dip. People can throw their words out into the world. I want to do that too.

Missed Connections

I ended up reading Craigslist missed connections out of curiosity and idleness and I was thinking about what an odd thing it is, what a vulnerable thing it can be, what a sinister thing it can be. Reaching out to a stranger. It's fascinating to see the desperation, the cockiness, the prejudices and insecurities, etc etc etc etc, bubbling up in these little glimpses of people. I've collected some of my favourites for your reading pleasure.


Looking for a mature lady who wants to spice up life having a little fun. Imagine you get onto the train same time, same carridge, everyday of the week, sat there after a hard days work looking round at all the tired glum faces. Only once or twice a week you know that you will be on the same train, same carridge, at the same time as the stranger. Neither of us know each other, we are only aware of our first names. We nod acknowlgenent of each other with a smile, we know where the other will be on the carridge each time we meet, sometimes we will sit next to each other, sometimes we will sit opposite each other, often we will be stood crushed like everyone else. We have a little secret though because we pass each other flirty notes on the train to read. We are unable to chat to each other, all we can do is read our naughty notes and smile at each other. Nobody in the world knows what the connection between us is as we are like everyone else, just trying to get home. The notes are thrown in the bin as we leave our respective stops and only the memory of the note and the thrill of the sexuall tension exists as we part each time. Until the next time we cross paths on that carridge same place same time same smiles. You don't have to be young, you don't have to be a glamour model, you just have to be an ordinarary person just like me. 
Jubilee line secret encounters - m4w - 49 (Jubilee line nth bound)
   Date: 2012-10-24, 6:20PM BST
   http://london.craigslist.co.uk/mis/3350340853.html

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- FREE OFFER FOR COUPLES AND LADIIES - m4w - 28
  Date: 2012-10-12, 9:20PM BST

20:30 projection.Long hair and a trench coat a bit too large for you perhaps. You were with a friend and sat in the Premier row.I was just on the other side of the aisle.Don't know what you think about the movie, but Vronsky's part would suit you perfectly. 
Anna Karenina - 10th October - w4m - 25 (Odeon Marble Arch)
  Date: 2012-10-11, 1:44AM BST
  http://london.craigslist.co.uk/mis/3330468437.html

You;silver hair with a dalmation. I gave you great advice,was hoping you might want to thank me!!! 
- Wimbledon - m4m (London)
   Date: 2012-10-03, 9:59AM BST
   http://london.craigslist.co.uk/mis/3312939367.html

Simple Heraldy Cheerfully Illustrated - Iain Moncreiffe & Don Pottinger

This book on heraldry is so cute and funny and quirky and I just really enjoy it, but also I was thinking about this in terms of identity and profiling. Obviously identity has always been an important of life (everyone has names) but does it make sense to claim that family crests and company logos and various historical signifiers of identities of some sort serve essentially the same purpose as icons and avatars and profile pictures do now? Imagine medieval Facebook.


PART ONE

ARMS AND THE MAN





PART TWO

ARMS AND THE FAMILY











PART THREE

ARMS AND THE PEOPLE









PART FOUR

ARMS AND THE CROWN









PART FIVE

ARMS AND THE RULES













PART SIX

ARMS AND YOU