Myself and writer and producer Elise Bramich have spent the last year making a short about Martin White’s 25-piece pop-rock orchestra The Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra. The film documents the band’s residency at The Boogaloo, London, last summer.
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New video uploaded: ‘Mi Casa, Su Casa’
A new video. I made this for an exhibition called ‘TECHNOPOLIS’, held at 55 Gracechurch Street, London, a temporary space, now rented as offices, sourced by the Departure Foundation
Robinsonner, Art Licks weekend
I have an audio piece in ROBINSONNER, curated by George Major for London’s Art Licks weekend. Free entry, with performances taking place all weekend.
More details here: http://artlicksweekend.com/space/altmfa-at-395/
Flash 500 launch, Whitechapel Gallery
Flash 500, Akerman Daly
I am very pleased to have been commissioned to write a piece for Akerman Daly‘s latest project, Flash 500.
Flash 500 is being published online, and you can sign up to receive all 30 commissioned pieces direct to your inbox. Click here for the press release and for instructions on how to sign up.
The launch event will take place mid-September, at the London Artist’s Book Fair, Whitechapel Gallery. Further details to follow.
Sick Note
Change the World or Go Home – review
I have a piece of work in the current exhibition at Down Stairs Gallery, ‘Change the World or Go Home’.
Here is a great review of the show by Charlie Levine, director of Trove Gallery published in a-n Artist’s Newsletter
http://www.a-n.co.uk/interface/reviews/single/1628681
It has also received coverage in Dazed, The Independent and others. Wowser.
Poor But Sexy 4
I have an article published in the latest issue of Poor But Sexy, available to purchase from here:
Lazy eyes
I like to think I work hard. I work full-time in a job which mainly involves standing and/or sitting around. And then I come home and make my creative stuff, which mainly involves standing and/or sitting around and/or typing. Like this blog post, for example.
It dawned on me today just how lazy one can be – and that’s the Royal ‘One’ – when I noticed my glasses were getting mucky and decided to do the only elegant and dignified thing a lady can do in such a situation and ceremoniously wiped-them-on-my-t-shirt-a-bit. Not that this was the lazy thing. What this action triggered in my memory was how I came to be wearing glasses today. I don’t mean short-sightedness, which is what I have had since I was eight years old, I mean why I wore glasses today and not contact lenses, as per.
LAZINESS.
I usually wear contact lenses every day and have done since I was sixteen. There are 2 main reasons for this. 1) I genuinely find glasses a bit annoying to wear. It’s as though my nose and ears are now not only responsible for smell, taste, hearing and balance, but also making sure some plastic stuff stays on my face. 2) When I was ten, during a football match, someone blasted the ball into my tiny child face (with their foot. I realise ‘blast’ taken literally suggests the – in this case, unreasonable – use of explosives) and my glasses shattered into a thousand (four or five) pieces. And it hurt. Then, for the last three years the reason is slightly different. I fell asleep in my glasses one too many times and the snapped at the bridge. This is when the Blu-Tack was applied and I did not leave the house wearing glasses after this time.
The day I finally went to the optician to get a new pair, I was so embarrassed about my DIY handicraft that I actually walked through the streets of Croydon without any optical assistance, knowing only that the optician would probably be the big black blob after the big beige blog that is Centrale Shopping Centre.
I went in and was guided to the optician.
“I’ve seen many things in my time [in my profession as an optician],” she said, but I’ve never seen someone hold their glasses together with Blu-Tack.”
There was an awkward pause, before she added
“Sellotape, yes. But not Blu-Tac”
Then she fired tiny puffs of air into my pupils (optic, not academic) and made me stare at a tiny picture of a cottage through something resembling a telescope. I assume this was some kind of punishment and took it as such.
But I got some new glasses and now, my life has changed for the lazier. If I’m feeling in the slightest bit sleepy or running the tiniest bit late, the glasses go on and my contact lenses stay at home, all alone, ‘cleansing’ in separate cells, in a kind of saline-based suspended animation.
I’m even too lazy to finish this bl