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I’ma bit obsessed with Lina Iris Viktor’s work

Who else has ever truly been comparable to Klimt?

A few days ago Tupac wrote through me “I have NEVER seen a BLACK person” and then I saw this work and almost – almost cried. Almost

I haven’t even gotten to analysing the work, I’m stuck on how beautiful the colour gold looks in the absence of light. Or is black even an absence of light. Is it a void? Is it a shadow? I have no idea

Beauty has this ability (tendency?) to make you forget what hurts, I think

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[Image taken from google]

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So. I know he’s alive. I know some people are alive.

I came downstairs and said to my mother “ma.. granma’s alive I had a dream about her”

She smiled and didn’t say “you’re wrong” – because she’s learned better than to argue with me about most things. Especially about granma. Granma ;[

So I think to Tupac – “um. what would bring you back?”

And he’d probably say “if i came back it’s not to be celebrity or a rapper because they’re sex slaves. they’re slaves to commodity. they’re able to afford to take people back home and they don’t. they pay taxes to the predecessors of the people that enslaved them. if i came back you probably wouldn’t know about it unless i visited lisa first. and lisa wouldn’t tell you because she doesn’t want people knowing her business either. i’m back – okay – im back”

“and im not your kind of people”
and i’d take offence and say “MY kind of people?”
and he’d say “i stay away cos you’d fall in love with me and Lisa would hit me for it”

Artists like Lina should stay away from artists like Tupac because when you get two deeply competitive people whose life’s work is to understand themselves – to express themselves – to learn new ways of expressing – excuse me i’m grimacing at the proles somewhere near by who are like, making those noises they make when they watch sports because it’s apparently difficult to enjoy sports and not act like an angry ape that got looked over in mating season

ah they’re quieter – oh – no, screaming again – ah a whistle – ah silence

you lose yourself in competing. When love is a control game you don’t make art for a good ten or so years. You can’t even if you want to

And it becomes a ‘did you write/paint/draw this or did I?’


It becomes a ‘did we have a child that time travelled to do this?’
‘If i critique this work am I negging that child?’
‘Would that child be offended that I didn’t neg them?’

Do you really need fame to know you’re perfect? Or who were you really looking for?

By the way Lina I think Tupac has a crush, this is how he crushes

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Could this be her time travelling dad looking for his cast for the top secret series for A Book of Night Women? Archangel Michael anyone?

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I don’t think he’ll have issues with Ekko being the older one

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only cartoons… only drawings…

“they don’t want you to feel pain because it makes you stronger”

Here’s something I did when I was doing my A Levels. I was about sixteen/seventeen/eighteen years old and MAYBE I DIDN’T DO IT.

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I wrote my own version of ‘Snow White’ – a few short sentences in the form of big pieces in many different styles as a response to the artists I researched for that particular sketchbook. I’d been studying Angela Carter for my English Literature AS. In my version, the ‘Evil Step Mother’ fed Snow White apples that had been laced with laxatives. She injected them.

Here are a few other bits from that time.

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This was a Jason Atomic/Luanne May Downs kind of inspired page in a big book I sewed together – that depicts Snow White throwing up. There’s a balloon in there – years later (as in earlier this year) I learned that there’s a procedure where people have a balloon inserted into them to help them lose weight. Someone I know went abroad to have one of those procedures and it came with a lot of complications.

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“The Evil Hunters dragged Snow White to the Forest”

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A close up

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Here I created my own stencil and used black spray paint and red paint and it’s supposed to be Snow White eating an apple laced with laxatives.

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This is the cover of the book – I was never a fan of the shades of blue acrylic provided by my college but thats what was available. I covered the book with a table-cloth esque kinda fabric that I bought at Hobby Craft.

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I was really into spray paint – so I got some lace fabric and messily laid it out on the card and using black and red I kind of used the fabric as a stencil.

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I was obsessed with this fabric – I made a few things with it. And these faux pearls also. I was always obsessed with pearls – when I lived in Dubai I watched a documentary about women who could dive to great depths to capture oysters that had pearls inside of them.

I used to go to Tescos with ma and I’d wander off… often. I was that kid – the one that walked off to ‘go get something’ and then magically appeared just in time, when she was paying at the till.  One time I went to the fish tending aisle and asked the guy working if he could help me open some oysters incase there was a pearl inside. (There never was)

Edited on Wednesday 12 Dec ’18

I recall doing my GCSEs and we were asked to analyse a poem by Carol Ann Duffy about Shakespeare and there was a line in there about the ‘guest bed’ and ‘diving for pearls’ and I think that all tied in. I like to connect everything I’ve learned

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