Titling
Silf, by JennieI title my works with one word as I have done ever since I was young.
Silf, by JennieI title my works with one word as I have done ever since I was young.
I was watching Queer-eye earlier today, resting from an enormous and wonderful Thanksgiving. This episode was the one with the nudist.
I realize my posting has dropped off a little lately. I have been spring cleaning and picking up different parts of my life, relaxing into myself again.
Ink, by Jennie A funny thing happened to me the other day. I looked in the mirror and a stranger was looking at me behind my eyes.
There are times, when everything is going particularly well, when I start going on a self-destructive bent. I’m not aware that I’m doing it, I just stop trying.
Groove, by minxdragonSo Hirst has his glass boxes, medical stuff and ridiculous spot paintings (no one want his swirl pictures, it seems…), Emin recycles her biography ad nauseam, Rachel Whiteread populates galleries with mouldings, Anthony Gormley populates the world with mouldings of himself, and so on…… But too much variety doesn’t sell as well as one solid brand, as any ad man will tell you, and art practice now has been poisoned by money. Ironic that so many artists consider themselves above the grubby world of commerical art, isn’t it?
I have two very disparate styles and visions with my work – the body beautiful and the body grotesque. The comments I have received from different people seem to fall within the two camps. some people enjoy the exploration that all women are beautiful and sensual and others enjoy the heavily psychological and emotive works.
The Sculptr Blog has presented a great review of my blog and work, go here to read it. Thanks guys! The added bonus is that Jennie has also listed some great work on our site.
so enjoy!Like Paper The concept emerges and the finished resultThe first image is my interpretation of ‘street’ I am particularly, um, pleased I guess, at how it turned out, it communicates the horror of our accident very well.Expressionion of PainThis is what happens when you are depressed and painting…. I don’t know why, since I progressed to more contemporary styles I have felt that my work has exploded into a whole new dimension and I don’t really want to look backwards…. you don’t know when it will hit or how, you don’t know why it happens and I don’t think you can force it, it just has to happen.
it is hard to let your inner self take over, to let something personal come out like that…. My works are often quite personal, but slightly superficial, not that deep because I am afraid to let it all out – how do I show it?… I will lie there and watch my pencil – it moves on it’s own, I am completely detached, watching it fly across the page, and the things that come out surprise me.