Spider on the Ceiling

Zosienka gets bored when there are no comments.

Tasty Baby

I adapted an old card design to this baby eating cat picture for a t-shirt. At Chimpogo, people submit designs which visitors to the website vote for, so if you are passing by, please cast me a vote.

Tasty Baby by Zosienka

Ceal Warnants

Ceal works with me at Biscuiteers. She told me a lot about her artwork and the concept sounded very interesting, but when I actually, eventually looked at the life size paper sculptures on her website, I was quite astounded.


Sadly, delicate paper giants such as these are prone to vandalism and Ceal has found some of her instruments demolished at their exhibition space. It's maybe just too tempting to try and crumple a corner and prove it's made of paper afterall.

Ceal's studio is nearby our Wolf and Sheep studio in Hackney Wick and will be part of the Hackney Wicked Festival this weekend. Everyone is welcome.

The Story of Mr Sommer

I am reading ...
















by Patrick Süskind

A grin of teeth - Alice in Wonderland

Who knows what will become of this film...
...Maybe it will save Tim Burton from sliping into the precipice of slick predictable Hollywoodism. Well, one can only hope. But I do wish to compliment the Cheshire cat in his adaptation. Always my favourite character. When I was in reception at primary school, my Mama dressed me up in pink and purple stripes and stuck a grin on a stick for me to hold in front of my lips. I remember being confused and smiling anyway behind the giant grin.
Tim Burton's cat has at least 22 teeth in the top row, and FANTASTIC blue eyes.

Wild things

Are you following the voyage of "Where the Wild things are" to our screens?

We Love You So

is a blog by Spike Jonze and other writers,
telling us everything we yearn to know about the film.
And more. Of course, there's always more.

Evening

I've completed another sixteen page storyboard this weekend for Butter Mouth, and for that reason only managed two of the four things that had to be done.
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On Friday night I stopped by to see Emma Puntis at The Supplement Gallery. Beer in an ice bucket and plenty of portraiture. It rains so often in London. Every day, I might add. And for compensation there have been a few great arcs of rainbow over Hackney.
The V&A spent two days without me.
I played some poker in Maida Vale with good friends who lightened the tension with twiglets and chocolate muffins. We each contributed 20 pence to the prize for we were all novices. Besides, whilst watching Rudo and Cursi this afternoon, I realized a Poker addiction can leave you with only one leg.
China Town fed me during a drizzle. Could there be anything tastier than pork dumplings?

And as for tomorrow, I'm moving in to a new corner of a studio in Dalston!

What must be done

This weekend the following good things are happening and I'll endevour to take part...

The V&A, Telling Tales...

and Village Fete 2009

Emma Puntis Solo Exhibition at Supplement GalleryRudo and Cursi at the Curzon Soho

Saint Fabiola

At the National Portrait Gallery, the artist Francis Alÿs is displaying hundreds of portraits depicting Saint Fabiola. Each portrait is a copy of the nineteenth century painting by Jean-Jacques Henner, which ironically was lost in 1912. Now all that remains is this cloud of interpretations.
But it's an unusual sensation being surrounded by these heads and following her gaze from one Fabiola to the next. I felt very serene.
This makes sense. Once I had a concept for a record that one song be written; a simple song, a few chords, and lyrics that could come from the mouth of anyone. Then for the score to be distributed amongst musicians spanning every living genre, so the album would playback a collection of vastly different translations of the same melody. Say, a choral version followed by heavy drum and bass.
Has it been done?
In visual terms Francis Alÿs is somewhere close. It's always been of interest to me what people notice when looking at the same thing. When I had cosmetic surgery and came out looking more like the groke than ever before, I felt considerably transformed. A reasonable percentage of my visitors couldn't tell my features had changed, while the rest claimed they'd have walked right past me in the street. Curious no? So I realised that the inside can be more noticeable than the outside.




Gather your umbrella's and RUN to Fabiola

Things hanging on strings

Quince, Cabbage, Melon and Cucumber

I was looking at things that were hanging from strings. It started with this painting which I know very well. It is by the Spanish Baroque painter, Juan Sánchez Cotán, painted 1602. Then I came across Claire Morgan's work. Installations of suspended articles. Including food, some delicious, some not. "Fantastic Mr Fox" is entrapped in a swarm of rotten rabbit meat.
These installations are meticulously assembled to create enthralling still moments of animal fantasies. Look especially closely at 'Gone with the Wind', it is composed of wild flower seeds. I think this artist is remarkable. But of course, I always loved things that were hanging from strings.

Fluid

Fantastic Mr Fox

The return of Vincent Gallo

There is plenty to say about Vincent Gallo (good things). And I'll probably write about him again in the future. But for now I would like to share my excitement that he has returned to the cinema in a film by Francis Ford Coppola.

Tetro

Here for you - a film clip