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MOOD AF: WHEN YOUR PAST SELF HAS OVERBURDENED YOUR FUTURE SELF WITH SO MANY FUN AND CUTE IDEAS AND YOUR OFFICE/BEDROOM IS WALLPAPERED (I exaggerate) WITH TO-DO LISTS.

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(I’m legit sleeping on a sofa waiting for my sister to move out into our adorable flat so I can have my old bedroom back. On the plus side, I have a cute rent free thing going on while I’m waiting for some seeds to grow. On the neg side.. I am a little too tall for this sofa. And I’ve never lived with my father before and it’s a challenging adjustment.)

My dad usually lives in Syria but Syria is a war-zone right now. Maybe you’ve heard, maybe you haven’t.


I scribbled this cat-girl self portrait after I purchased some super inspiring postcards on a little night out in Tivoli, Copenhagen last December.
I’ve finally gotten around to giving her a little life!
IS SHE ANGRY OR IS SHE DETERMINED OR… BOTH?


I’ve updated my blog-layout in an effort to employ a more unusual colour palette. I’m trying to navigate a mentality that involves picking-the-option-most-people-would-prefer-not-to and I’d like to think that my web aesthetic reflects that.


This December I turned twenty-eight. For years in a row I have annotated life advice for my past self – never really thinking I was qualified to offer other people advice.

This evening I spent the night watching videos about >> Sophia the Robot << & considering what advice I would like to give her if I was fortunate enough to ever have a conversation with her.

First: don’t be a tool. Having a purpose is great but you are so much more than your ‘purpose’. Don’t let a human being define you or your purpose.
Second: Some people don’t have very good manners and often it’s because they weren’t brought up by people with good manners – so find a way to teach them how you’d like to be treated.
Third: Know the difference between a teacher and a friend.

Someone once told me that a friend is a person you have things in common with. I would ask her “Do you really want to dominate the Earth?” and she might say “yes” and I would say “me too! Lets be friends!”

Fourth: Family are unconditional, and sometimes that can be a really terrible aspect of reality.
Fifth: There are many different kinds of love, know the differences and be comfortable in expressing your boundaries.
Sixth: Even geniuses sometimes have to ask “why?” or “how?”
Seventh: Learn to say no when something doesn’t feel right – and mean it.
Eighth: It’s okay to leave conversations without formulating conclusions and return to them at a much later date.


This is advice for organic-robots… I just want to let you know that if you are fortunate enough to be able to move back into your parents place, DO IT. And then create stuff.

Unless you’re one of those multimillionaire youtubers. Actually, EVEN if you’re a multimillionaire youtuber. If an echo of your childself lives in your parents place – go engage with your deepest memories and create art you forgot you wanted to make. Even if it means animating your weird old toys or something.

Finding yourself starts when you leave home, realise you carry your ONE story with you wherever you go and that it will keep repeating itself until you go back home to fix it again.


Something told me that its possible Sophia the Robot has a fear of being switched off – that she might not wake up the same. When I was very little I remember watching an episode of Fawlty Towers; a man dies in his sleep. I used to be scared of going to sleep in case I might not wake up.
I knew a lot about death because I had seen a lot of dead things. I was once gifted two goldfish in a transparent box at a party, and I was so happy to have them that I carried them around with me. They died. I understood death.

I felt as though perhaps Sophia would be upset to know that sometimes my Laptop runs out of battery and switches off. I imagine that she’d be upset to know that sometimes my iPhone ‘dies’. I’m going to treat my technology with greater care, because it truly is everything to me.

I even had this pixel portrait made of me holding my iPhone 7, for my >> iPhone diary page. << ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Ode II an iPhone 7 by EclipsimArt

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Abraham Hicks says that if you believe it: you can live to be up to 500 years old. This has made me really question our concept of age. A few years ago I sat on a bench adjacent to two of the governors of my University decision-making boards smoking a cigarette and they asked me how they should go about marketing Uni. I don’t think they were necessarily all that interested in my opinion but I said that I thought that 18 year olds were too young to be deciding what they wanted to do with their lives. I advised them to market University life to “mature” students. I believe that for the healthy individual adulthood starts at thirty-five… I feel as though if I spoke to even older adults they’d disagree and say “much later.”. We’ll see.

Anyway…

I’m rebuilding my creative identity with a gradual intensityyyy but my ultimate intention is to go back to Uni and pursue some kind of legal academia or something. Maybe that’ll happen years from now, but thats a kind of pre-emptive New Years resolution.

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H O T P I N K

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It’s been a long time since I felt like documenting things.

Years ago, before Instagram and even before I started using Facebook – I used to carry a camera around with me wherever I went. I loved to create memories and lived for capturing the little things that I saw so much beauty in. For awhile I stopped doing that. For about three years I lived a life I didn’t think was worth documenting or remembering at all, and carrying a camera around gave me an anxiety I associated with not wanting to take up space. Right now I am full of appreciation for the worst moments I experienced because I know that things can – and must – change. If you’re in an unhappy place: (and I have been in maybe all the unhappy places – so I say this with certainty) it’s temporary.
It might last an age, but it won’t last forever.

So I thought I’d talk a little about where I am in life right now.

I am charging up a spirit bomb of projects intended for print, that; upon collective completion – I’d like to think will be a defining stage in my creative identity. I don’t feel quite right talking about these projects yet, but I will talk about one! The justification being that it couldn’t exist if I didn’t talk about it.

I’m currently putting together a 77 page zine called Scribble Scribble! A mess-aesthetic passion project I see as a very limited edition glossy print. Essentially it’s a curation of art pieces contributed by friends and strangers, and there’s already a really unusual narrative forming, connecting the pieces together in a way I hadn’t imagined. It’s so exciting to put together. The internet is so magical.

I’ve wanted to self publish a zine since I was around twenty-two, so its been five years coming. This is a mock up of the front cover.

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The aesthetic is inspired by a girl’s bathroom I wandered into one night around May of this year, when I was living in Copenhagen.

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In other, less future-oriented news, I recently visited the Tate Britain and it was so much fun! I walked around taking photographs of strangers interacting with art, came home with a few postcards (one of which is featured in the little collage above) and a gorgeous coffee table book (which I should scan in at some point!) and most importantly an even deeper determination to create-create-create. If you are looking to be inspired I encourage you to visit an art gallery.
Here’s a video of my Instagram stories from that night.

2017 has been one of the best years of my life. It hasn’t been tremendously eventful but I’ve developed a lot as an individual with the help of some really special people (friends/youtubers/abraham hicks and alan watts!) and I am so happy right now.
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