Current Lusts.

This is the bullshit of all bullshit.

interfering with found images, work from foundation year 2009

Aurel Schmidt is AMAZING, not only is she super cool but she also makes good art. I'm not a great fan of intricate drawings and paintings as I'm a sculptor at heart but Aurel's work is exceptional. It's ugly art, detailed drawings made up of cigarette butts, tampons, maggots, generally all things nasty. But they are so beautiful in their own way.

She's also just created a line for Opening Ceremony, which consists of illustrated t-shirts. what a cool lady.

Bizarre isn't the right word..

..but it's the first that comes to mind.

Choke by Chuck Palahniuk is a dark, perverted novel. This is why it is so bloody good.

The book follows a guy, Victor, during a couple of months of his life. Victor is a sex addict who makes strangers into heroes. Every night he will go to a restaurant and 'choke' on his food, allowing a stranger to save his life. Obviously this isn't a completely selfless act, the people who save him regularly send him cheques which helps him to pay for his dying mothers care home.

His best friend, Denny who he met at a support group, is trying to overcome his sexual addicton by collecting rocks.

The story has flashbacks to Victor's childhood and the strange and illegal activities his mother made him do. Turns out she was a bit nuts.

oh and i forgot, Victor is lead to believe he is the descendant of Jesus.

It is a very strange story, but it does not get boring. Read it.

Terry Richardson is a sick son of a bitch, but he really knows how to take fucking good photos.

kiss my teeth.

Perhaps one of the best purchases i've made recently, almost black lipstick. delicious.

Coloured lips are the way forward,fact.

Mono prints of inanimate objects that i like a lot.

i cannot spell

monoprint on book paper

sticks and stones.

This year of uni is over so i've found myself with quite alot of time on my hands, naturally i'm trying to fill it with novels. As i've read and thoroughly enjoyed a book by Chuck Palahniuk before (Fight club), a friend kindly lent me Lullaby, so i gave it a bash.

It's unfortunate that this is the only second book i've read by him as the plotline is so terrible its put me off reading the less well known Palahniuk Novels.

Its written in the classic 'Transgressive Fiction' style very similar to that of Mr. Ellis which i do thoroughly enjoy but this energy is wasted on a shockingly bad story.

Basically to sum it up: A reporter is doing a piece investigating sudden infant death syndrome, he begins to notice all the dead children were read the same poem. Turns out to be an old 'Culling song' which makes people drop dead (yes, i know). It turns into a big hunt for a book of black magic, people die etc. It's actually quite laughable in parts.

Don't waste hours of your life on this book.

U.R.A.Q.T

So i've psent the last few days avoiding work by spending my time viewing the last episodes of Twin Peaks. Its safe to say the 2nd series is much better than the first but the ending, oh my, i have never been so dissapointed in my life. Well maybe not quite, but definatly in my top 10 most dissapointing moments.

The series comes to a climax at the black lodge which is meant to be a residence of evil, Dale Cooper and the police are lead there by Windom Earle (nutjob serial killer). Basically lots of wierd shit happens and its visually amazing but doesn't help tie off the storylines and make things clear in my head.

Then it turns out Bob has possessed Cooper when he wakes, which broke my heart.

I am very confused now as to who is alive and who is dead. The prequal film (which only makes sense watched after the series), fire walk with me, should hopefully clear up all the confusion.

It is however, one of the best tv series i've ever watched and wish it didn't have to end.

framed boxes filled with a collection of found objects 2008/2009.

Work made in 2008/2009. Materials : old books, latex strips, thread, liquid latex.

My mother thinks i disrespect books, that makes me feel bad.

mouthful.

To avoid doing work i felt the need to draw meat. i'm not vegetarian, and i'm not a big fan of the stuff. These drawings mean nothing.

ink and watercolour on aged found paper.

CRUSH.

Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

I decided to dip into my student loan and treat myself to a new film, and that film just happened to be Heathers. As a much too enthusiastic fan of depressing american high school dramas and black comedys, Heathers was most definatly a good choice on my part.

Based around a popular clique of teenage girls, three Heathers and one veronica, the film follows veronica as she begins to despise the mean spirited Heathers. With the help of her new lover, JD, she begins to bump off (unknowingly) the bullys of the high school, making the murders appear as suicides. It then plot then proceeds to a very messy situation.

This film is so good it makes me want to be veronica and don a 90's preppy attire.

winona ryder is a definate crush.

My first group exhibition in manchester, i am very excited/ worried about how bad my work will look.

mainly excited about the free alcohol, am i a bad artist?