I made a life size woman out of bound twigs, sticks and reed. She has a shawl around her head that is a oil and paint stained white rag from the shed. From one of her 'hands' hangs a horse shoe from a dead horse. The name of the horse was Spectacle. I made no proper skeleton to support her frame so I started to send out twine to the surrounding bush's and trees as a means of doing so. The reason she was made was because in the kitchen of this place, above the old wood fire kitchen cooker was a bundle of dried mint. Pieces had been torn from it over time and chance had made it into a woman in a dress.
At the heart of this lady is a old sculpture I made a few summers ago. This was also a lady - but made out of chicken wire, brick clay, and paint. With marbles and other found things placed here and there. The weather slowly collapsed her clarity. So I made her anew around her.
So I made her anew around her...
I came to visit a artist friend who lived in the countryside on a 100 year old bicycle. I was drunk as all fuck. The brother of this artist friend had just committed suicide. He was making the coffin with some of his relatives. Resisting my urge to flee out of normal respect for such matters I insisted I cut a piece for the coffin, and I did.
This artist friend once carved a ball out of wood around two meters (or 6 feet) in diameter out of the heart of some massive old tree. At that time he was making chairs out of whatever he could find by the river. For the opening of his show - that was in a church turned theatre - he walked on top of the ball for a few kilometers, from one village to the other - with a crowd of folk walking behind.
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So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one.
If you're sculpture is as good as your writing, you're really not a artist.
tautology.
fluffy little kittens
So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one.
If you're sculpture is as good as your writing, you're really not a artist.
tautology.
fluffy little kittens
Yep.
Yep.
i still like it.
Keep in mind I said this before I read anything, so I am most definitely a prick.
Keep in mind I said this before I read anything, so I am most definitely a prick.
Your attention whoring has started to reach Ed-ish levels...
Living in the countryside on a 100 year old bicycle ain't easy either.
Keep in mind I said this before I read anything, so I am most definitely a prick.
Your attention whoring has started to reach Ed-ish levels...
Here's a kleenx Wipe up those tears and all that drool up, it's getting a little moist in here.
Keep in mind I said this before I read anything, so I am most definitely a prick.
Your attention whoring has started to reach Ed-ish levels...
Here's a kleenx Wipe up those tears and all that drool up, it's getting a little moist in here.
Living in the countryside on a 100 year old bicycle ain't easy either.
Most I traveled in a day on it was about 120 kilomters. The wind was against me - made one of my knees very unhappy.
Looked a little like this: