Början på en liten snabbvisit

Imorgon kommer min kära mor och far och hälsar på i några dagar. Dom kommer få se huset för första gången så jag skrubbat som tusan för att få det fint. Ska bli så otroligt trevligt att ha dom här!

Söndagsöl på Druids Head

Spenderade min söndags kväll med dom här två fina personerna.

Pippa...

...och james!


Druids Head är förresten en av mina absoluta favoritpubar i Kingston, så tips om ni är här!

En engångskamera och dess innehåll

Min pojkvän James vid Trafalgar Square.

James och Pippa, någon gång i våras. 

Margaret Thatchers begravning. Hon begravdes i våras och London valde att ge henne en statlig begravning. Även om jag verkligen inte höll med hennes politisk åsikter så var det ju en historisk dag, så varför inte gå dit? Hela dagen var i alla fall surrealistisk, folk grät öppet på gatan och ett par äldre damer svor högt när hennes kista åkte förbi.

Också någon gång i våras. Förmodligen efter några timmar vid The Old Kings Head (våran stammis då) vidare mot Hippdrome och Big Cheese Night som vi halvt gjorde narr av, hälften älskade. 

Gammal bild från när jag var i London våren 2012. Bodde hos Nadia och gick på intervjuer när hon var i skolan. 

Stef och jag tog bussen till Richmond park en dag. Fantastiskt fint ställe ni borde åka till om ni är i London. 

Ed och James, våran utställning i slutet av förra året. Glada och fulla.

Pippa vid ett körsbär mitt uppe i blom. Pippa och jag bor förresten i ett fint litet hus med tre andra tjejer. Men mer om det en annan dag.

Ett urval av konstigheter, 2010-2013

"Lusten? Dom riktigt stora, dom tappar inte lusten. Dom hittar nåt sätt att fortsätta tro på det där."

Att städa sitt rum blir så väldans mycket intressantare när man hittar böcker som man glömt bort man har köpt och så fort man hittar dom får ångest för man vill läsa alla så himla mycket och man måste välja en. Struntade i att städa klart och började läsa Jonas Karlssons Det Andra Målet istället. OBS tips så himla bra bok!

Translation:
Read a great book by Jonas Karlsson yesterday. 

First year: The exhibitions

A small summary of first year at Kingston. I participated in two exhibitions: one in February at Harts Lane studios and our Final Year Show at Kingston University. In our uni we can borrow any kind of equipment we want and I became obsessed with borrowing the film cameras and filming whatever i did, wherever i went. The footage finally concluded to these two films (amongst quite a few). And here they are, a little glimpse into my first year of fine art. Enjoy.


Music: Zed's Dead Baby/ Bullwinkle Part II by the Centurions


Music: Colour on the wall by Foster the People

Oh how i do miss first year sometimes. Our studio, the tiny and sometimes quite depressing halls (google clayhill halls and you'll see for yourself!) but it was a cozy time.

Hampton Court Palace

I would like to introduce you to one of my favourite places in Kingston: Hampton Court Palace. 

One of the great things about going to a uni that is on the outskirts on London is all the great parks around the area. Walking around here in Autumn, oh theres just nothing like it. 

Frieze 2013

Last thursday I went to the Frieze Art Fair despite my tutors dissapprovement. It's an obviously money driven event, but what's wrong with that? That's the art world!

While becoming completely overwhelmed from the vast amount of art, these four pieces keep pooping up on my head ( <-- long way of saying these are my favourite pieces):

Julian Schnabel. Oh how I would love to work on this kind of size canvas.

Helió Oiticica and Neville D'Almedia. Great installation piece with music, projections covering the walls and balloons spread out on the floor. It felt like a tiny little party!

Sorry guys; we're out of art.

This is a rant about when art becomes a piss take. I do apologise that this is the first thing you get to read, but yesterday I went to the private view of the show “Sorry guys, were out of art”. Initially I thought of it as a fun and playful title. That was until I realized the title was not fun, not playful, but literal.

When I arrived I was first told to wait for 15 minutes, as they were running a bit late and “were still hanging some of the pieces”. I didn’t mind waiting. When we were finally let into the exhibition hall, I was confused. None of the artwork was there. The only thing on the walls were the labels, which were poorly put on I must add. I wondered if the artwork was maybe still being hung, and they just let people in because they felt bad for people having to wait out in the cold? As more and more people arrived, I realized that this was it. I felt annoyed, and betrayed. My tutors had ask me to come, to support my fellow classmates. What was I supposed to be supporting? “Yes, great labeling guys. You managed to spell your name correctly.” I felt betrayed, having to spending my evening going across London to support… this. 

It eventually became apparent that no one knew none of the artwork would be on show. Not the artist exhibiting, not the tutors. The artists had actually had to come in and hung up their work. When the woman who told us to wait said “they were still hanging some of the pieces”, it was actually one guy walking around taking all the pieces down. This guy’s name, was Mark. I started to feel incredibly bad for the artists whose work was supposed to be on show. I spoke to a student from third year who was supposed to be exhibiting. He mentioned he wasn’t happy, but that he felt worse for his friends, whom he had brought along. I saw a girl crying because she had worked so incredibly hard to finish her piece, and then it wasn’t even on show. To say the least, it was a radical move by this Mark guy. I mean, i would have taken a photo to show you guys but there really was nothing to photograph! Just imagine loads of white walls and upset students. 

By not telling anyone, and by making these kinds of decisions on his own, he managed to make this exhibition into his artwork, completely ripping away the ownership of the actual exhibiting artists.

A friend pointed out to me who he was, and I decided to speak to him. Assuming he had heard quite a lot of angry comments, I approach him in a calm manner. I asked him the simple question; “May I ask why you decided to curate the space in this way”, getting only a “No you may not” as an answer. I asked him the question again, stating that if he does an exhibition as radical as this one, he must be able to at least explain what it was about. His response was this: “If you can’t understand why I have done this then theres nothing I can say. Its pretty obvious don’t you think? Look at the space, it’s a corporate building!”. He didn't like the fact that the students were allowed to exhibition in a corporate building, because he was against the rich and elitist arts market. Funny thing about that. As it turns out his dads a multi-ulti-super-millionaire and this Mark guy spent over 800 pounds on creating his last art piece.

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