'Things Layed Out Neatly’ part of ‘My Personal Space’ 2014
'Things Layed Out Neatly’ part of ‘My Personal Space’ part 2 2014
'My Personal Space' installation 2014
'Last words' 2014
'Bye Clay' March 2014
Ever space in the diary says your name,
A punched dent in every page.
Naked men cut out from magazines,a list of places to have sex, stuck
on the kitchen wall, are just distraction from what is beneath the layers of cracked paint. a group of sexual frustrated teens sit with constant questions.
‘who’s your type?’
‘what is the sexiest part of the body?’,
‘is he an extrovert or an introvert?’,
‘a hairy man or a boy with a skinny waste?’.
He’s not listening, his direction of thought faces east.
The pealing wall wrapped around his sight. The blueness of his eyes just outline the flicking pigments of old memories.
They’re looking for answers now, men with there soft insecurities and there tidy laid out weaknesses. There need for bodily affection and the time for listening, laying with there balls and waiting for him to licking there urethra. But theres no room for hearts that may shatter, in the shower, he wishes to share.
'What do you think? Do you prefer it without or does the piece need to be added?’
He’s in deep thought. It’s not clear what he may be thinking about. so the pause lays empty for a thew minutes, which pushes him up against time. He starts sifting through clever thoughts, as he knows that something clever needs to blanket his deeper repetitive memory.
‘Leave it. Let it stay. It adds another level of thought.’
Empty white space stands hungry for art. It’s now time to build again. Cracking his knuckles, he begins tracing out happy moments of loved ones. Wiping rust of the useless heart that is expected to be ready and used this coming weekend. A bit of hope and belief has given him the push to move around again like he once did. It haunts his friends that his lust for soft skin and his deadly need to poison the minds of dirty shadows, found in the spot light of dark homes, had now vanished, nowhere to be seen.
‘Is he ok?’
‘Whats the answer?’
A spliff passes around a circle with the echo of questions of love, once again.
‘What do you want Sam?’
‘What do you love?’
The multi coloured glow and gentle sway of smoke separates a few familiar faces, from her strong stare. The spliff carries on rotating until it reaches the last bud of weed. The music takes another turn at repeating a song, from the night before and that stare still stares. The pause gets too awkward so Tanya takes the last blink, brings the stare to the tip of her tongue and brakes the smoke with the answer. A name that is an answer to many questions.
'To Answer Your Question Clay' - December 2013
A short film, with subtitled of a letter called ‘To answer your Question Clay’. Wine bottles redesigned into medication.
Clay had currently admitted to me that he has been suffering from bipolar. He’s been given therapy and medication to steer him of the path of his illness. To me it seemed that what was most frightening was his change in environment and lifestyle. I wanted to create my idea of this new environment he was now introduced too. So I could get an understanding of the impact that it would have on him.
’To answer your Question Clay' was a process that gave me a visual description of what this lifestyle looked like. So then I can empathise with the situation he is in. In the time I was making this, I was writing him a letter. This letter is written to rescue 'Clay' from negative thoughts.
In this piece the letter displayed in the subtitles as if he is reading the letter aloud, whilst we see this recreation of his state of mind (a bathroom filled with medication bottles for his illness).
This whole journey is in order to get myself closer to the real, closer to Clay, how ever that may be.
'I Wish To Be With You ' - 2013
A painting of Iceland on top of a photograph of Bristol.
'I wish to be with you Clay' is a process in order to see the difference between 'Iceland' and 'Bristol' and how the distance makes me feel.
'Iceland' is being a description on how I see it from my perspective, as a place that isn't real, something that I haven't yet seen, but a place I wish to be literally and physically as a place of my fantasy. A place where I can go with Clay, If I where to try hard enough. Where 'Bristol' is being somewhere that is very much real, a representation of where I am now, literally and physically but not mentally. A place where 'Clay' isn't there.
'Cry Me A River' - December 2013
Clothes Crystallised by tears.
'Cry me River' - I saw Clay cry a number of times and I could never fully understand how he felt. 'Cry me a River is a process that has given me a better understanding of Cla's state of mind dealing with his depression. Through making art about how he feels, I'm forced to think and dive into that state of mind, giving me a better understanding on how it could feel.
'Black Book' by Sasha Keable. Album Cover 2013
'Sasha Keable' trial for ‘Black Book’ 2013
'My dear Friend Frankie' May 2013
'Waldow Booked Tickets for Iceland' Trial November 2013
'Clay Town' November 2013
'Memory' October 2013