Friday 14 August 2009





This would be the last of the school work i did last year. Creating the backdrop for the reception's nativity. Just your average stable with donkey and cow and straw and stars. Me and my mate,Becky, went in to the school and other 2 days worked with small rotating groups of the kids to paint this enormous sheet.




Everybody loves monkeys

For the same school( Birkenshaw infants)- designed some animal masks for their circus project. Didnt think they would actually get used. But turns out they did. And all the kis did a cracking job of colouring them in.


Here's someting i did earlier

Last year i did some artwork for a local school. One of my bezzy mates' mum's is the head of reception so had a little help in. The work i did is not my usual way of working-but realised i had to tailor my way of working to an appropriate audience. 3 and 4 year olds. This is the table where they sit and eat their snacks-apples,pears etc and helps them learn the names of fruit.

C'est moi.

I can't actually speak french. I was going to put in 'ici' but i think that may mean 'here'.

Construction

So i graduated ages ago. And since then i've had varying degrees of inspiration,inclination and internet access. I've been drawing. But for no particular reason. Ive been looking into various avenues. Kind of like the idea of working in creative workshop type schemes. Schools, communities, mural type things. I think my use of people and theyre doings and sayings would suit this sort of work. For the end of year show, i transferred images from the book i made( which has been uploaded on here page by page) on the six foot tall boards we were using. And the aesthetics of my fine lines blown up into solid black and white graphics was pretty cool. I took photos I'll have to find them.
I also then had to move back home which was a bigger trauma than i expected. I used to work at woolies during the holidays- but after 6 years of working there(only ever had one job since i was old enough to work) it's now shut down so i had nowhere to fall back on and earn some cash til i figured out what the hell i wanted to do.
So i had to sign on. Oh god. I could have made an entire new book all about the horrors of the jobcentre and it's occupants ( i would have done if the idea of the building didnt make me feel nauseous). But after a fortnight of filling in forms and handing out cv's in the hope of getting a parttime shop job- i got a job at asda.
I know, i know. It's not the dream career but after weeks of fretting it dawned on me it doesnt really have to be right now. I'm earning ome decent cash, flexible hours and i look like shrek in the green uniform. It also gives me time to work on some different things. Sort out what i want to do( havent really figured out this part yet...) And the inner workings of a supermarket would be a great basis for a new project. A book. My love of normal people and the shite things they do and say could never have been more on hand than working 6 hours a day on the checkouts at asda in my hometown of dewsbury,west yorkshire.
I have come home from preston to dewsbury and things are never as bad as they seem.
So i began to research art and design oppotunites in my local area(kirklees). Which ofcourse i had no real idea all about. Never. I didnt even realise anything went on. But i was surprised. So much goes on. In neighbouring town batley-there is a gallery. I worked in batley towncentre for 2 years and i never knew it existed. Found out there was an open exhibition coming up for anyone to enter. So i did. I did four black and white boards similiar to my end of year exhibit- displaying the people of the town. Trying to keep the focus on the town and it's community. As they say 'there's nowt so queer as folk'. I was allowed to enter 4 pieces for consideration( as it wasn't guranteed they would be accepted) and 2 have been picked. And the preview night is tonight and i get to go and see what else is going on. Get to meet some people hopefully who may have some feedback and advice. You never know, i may even get to sell the damn things. You never know. So that brings me up to date. Progress. Slow but progress nethertheless.
I also promised myself I would use this blog as a gallery rather than a way for my head to splurge out it's gelatinous contents. But there we go. Photos coming up...

Oh, i'll tell you who's dead...


Awful day int it?


I think he's a jew isn't he?


Anchor court


Fat bird


These are railings


Blokes


Old bags


Poor bastard


I think they may be gays


Massive red coat


He's using his feet


Hi viz jacket


Coffee and coke


Disproportionately large bag


Bold?


Hottest day of the year


Have you seen his myspace?


That vicar who plays golf


How's your mum John?


Crusty old tart


Boring.com


It was vodkat for fuck's sake


Sunshine lollipops


A bottle over his head or something


It's a woman and his name is linda!


Some boys just smell


Bet they come from adlington


You don't have to be stupid either


I hate him so much


It's either a coot or a moorhen


Sun in your eyes


Foreword


101 shitty little moments