After a long two days of prepping my sand mould, pounding it into a sturdy brick, it was ready to have bronze poured into it. The excitement of the pour is hard to describe. It really has to be seen. We waited an hour for the bronze to be melted in and before we knew it our casts were alight.
Technology is making a strong argument against my manual Imperial typewriter at the moment.
I’ve had the idea in my head for a while to make a shirt out of typed text. The problem with this is that with a typewriter having set margins, I’ve been having to make the pattern in panels. This obstructs the look of the piece a little.
Yesterday I had a crit. My tutor suggested, “why don’t you just print out multiples?”.
“Well because… because I want to stay true to my materials… and well… because… oh that sounds difficult… and because…”
I muttered nothings for a few moments and then realised as lovely as the idea of me hand typing the whole shirt is, I’d be so much more productive if i sped up the process with more advanced technology. And technically I’ve still typed the original text that got copied. That counts, right? …Right?
It counts. I’ve come to terms with it now. By scanning in one printed panel and multiplying it on photoshop then printing it on the large scale art school printers, I can do 3 weeks worth of typing in an hour. So I can make more art. I believe this is what they call a ‘win-win situation’.
Today started with accidentally pouring boiling water over my hands in the process of making the morning coffee. This day is very much on a knife edge. Plus side; I completed my submission for an upcoming exhibition entitled 6×4″.
The exhibition calls for the submission of artist designed postcards and will take place some time in February I think. More information when I know!
In the meantime. Hiya, here are my four 6×4 text/collages on acetate.
These kind of revert back to a style I haven’t worked in for a while. Although my work is always nostalgic and sentimental, these have that ‘older’ aesthetic I used to rely on so much. I’m glad my work has moved on, but this was a little personal piece I wanted to work on for the 6×4 exhibition.
The collages include map pages from a found second-hand atlas, doilies from a hotel I stayed at in Paris, an old photograph of my Mother’s parents, and typed repetitive phrases.
Ah where would I be without my nostalgic dreamings…?