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Friday, 18 March 2011

Happy Red Nose Day ; more word association

7.15 to 7.35 morning walk , Friday 18th March



I quite like photos of intimate objects in the house
especially those taken with 50mm lens.

but how to tie up with photos from outdoors?

I like being outside

Walking the dog

Flickr set “walking the dog”

all about the dog

All about being outside and the feeling that I get taking pictures in open spaces

Photos outside

collage is good

can make expansive views of expansive places

I love that feeling……………..
how would I show indoor objects?

a book?

what of?

teacup/mug

the pig of happiness

trophy

my trophies/his trophies

mine

postcards and stones from around the world

his

silver cups and sailing boats

His and hers

title of a book

idea!!


Comparisons

socks

pants

cups

food

books

likes and dislikes

a celebration of differences

life is not about being the same

would be a positive statement of marriage

family reunion

on our wedding anniversary

who would want to see such a book?

only D and my immediate family



word association in the book

colours, photos, text

A book for grandchildren

What 'grandma' and 'grandpa' like

what would they call us?

A book of colourful things

A childrens book

Could I do that ?

you can’t write a book for grandchildren that you don’t have; that’s really morbid

this project is making me feel sad

photographing indoors is making me think about the children that aren’t here



It has to be a celebration, not a look at loss or death

back to the cancer
It’s still all about dying and wanting to leave something beautiful behind


 
my original personal statement still holds true

it s about the fragility and transience of life

its about beauty and creating something special



it’s about beauty

How could I make a book that isn’t just for my family?

What would it be called?

Professor D and Dr C

ordinary people………

A celebration of differences

His and hers

I like, you like

that tree looks lovely next to that one

And I still like trees next to lamp posts

when will the sun be on it? I could come back when it is……

Red nose day

“Happy red nose day”

I’ll go to Sainsbury and Tesco to see how they are celebrating

See some fun

Should I wear red to work?

litter on the ground; I’ll put it in the bin

back home

breakfast time

Friday, 25 February 2011




Word association on my morning walk 06.30-06.45


empty take away carton

plastic fork

polystyrene cup

litter

cans

polystyrene

recycling

green

Jessie

India

litter

grids

put litter in archival boxes

still life

lighting

backdrops

keeping litter

plastic bags

rats

mould

archiving

Susan Hiller

museum

London

Sunday



lunch box; was lost and is found

breakfast

dog

food

dinner

plate

dog food on dinner plate

dog food in lunch box

my food in dog bowl

dog biscuits

my brother used to eat dog biscuits

dinner in dog

man eats dog food
cupboard

raid the larder

my mother had to put a lock on the larder to keep my brother out

British Airways

chocolates

wrappers

text

litter



my street

windows

entrances

flowers

cars

houses

collage

glue

tutor

research

grids

Hockney

pictures in frames

personal objects in wrong places

wrong pictures in frames

dissonance

mantelpiece





some thing will come of all of this









Tuesday, 22 February 2011

waffle





I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that art students find the need to write on the toilet walls.
Seems the desire for fame overcomes the desire to keep works of art to the studio; the toilet walls are regularly re-painted to allow for new masterpieces

Sunday, 20 February 2011

the right to speak

Having seen Susan Hiller at the Tate yesterday I have been a little preoccupied with words and language today. One of the differences between my home and that of the local Leonard Cheshire Home is that there are a lot of signs around the building, for example labels on cupboards and safety signs. Most of us can see to read them. But what if you couldn't read out loud? One of the residents has aphasia ( the inability to communicate verbally ). He understands perfectly and has to communicate with nods and facial expressions. I was humbled by my inability to have a meaningful conversation with him. He carried in his pocket a small laminated book that enables him to spell out words; how many of us have the time and patience to sit and listen to someone speak by spelling out each letter of each word by pointing at the card? He is a young man, rendered speechless by disease.
I shall explore the use of the written word further, as it seems to be becoming important.