Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate

This is my latest entry in an Art Project called ‘The Turbulence Closet’, inspired by the film The Proposition.

D.I.Y. I.T.

 

I has a MacBook (sort of…..not really)

Hope not Hate

So it wasn’t just a horrible dream then. I’m at a loss for words really to describe how I feel. Yes, having 2 members from a Fascist party represent us in Europe is bad enough. It’s embarrassing and a damning indictment on the state of voter apathy in this country. Make no mistakes, the BNP didn’t get those seats through a massive surge in popularity. They gained them simply because people in Yorkshire and the North West couldn’t be bothered to go out and vote. The margins were frustratingly close, and in some cases a few thousand more votes and the Greens would have gained. But we have what we have. A few entries ago I half jokingly said that I’d hold anyone solely responsible for the BNP gaining seats if they didn’t go out and vote. Even if you don’t live in the North West but still didn’t vote, I think you need to take a long, hard look at yourself.

I’ll say one thing about the BNP, at least their supporters can be bothered to get off their arses and vote.

But yes, having two members from a Fascist party represent us in Europe is bad enough. What’s far, far more of a concern to me is the landslide victories for both the Tories and UKIP. As many problems as I have with the SNP’s popularity here in Scotland, we at least remember the terrible mess the Tories made of this country. We gave Labour a chance, who again messed up, so now we have the SNP in power. What scares me is that people in England appear to have very short memories. Britain was a horrible, horrible place under Thatcher and Major. They see the Tories as a viable alternative, a party who have aligned themselves in the EU with far-right parties from Poland and the Czech Republic who are openly homophobic, climate change deniers……….and don’t even get me started on UKIP, who are basically the BNP for nice, middle class people. Their immigration policies are appalling (shutting the door for five years basically and dealing with any undesirables), and I despair at a party who has a leader in Nigel Farage who expresses admiration for Enoch Powell. Incredibly saddened, ashamed and disgusted to be British right now.

Suddenly this country seems like a colder, darker and scarier place to live.

LDN 05/09 part 2 (Thursday)

Come Thursday morning and we thought we’d give breakfast a go, which turned out not to be the best of ideas. It’s the first time I’ve had both soggy and chewy toast. If I had the time, I could have fashioned a piece into a pretty respectable bouncy ball. I shouldn’t complain too much though as this place wasn’t the Ritz. In fact, it had more the look of a Soviet era prison camp about it, even it’s central courtyard resembled some kind of dingy exercise yard. But it was a warm, safe bed for a few nights and that’s all we really needed.

Fed and watered, we had the rough idea of heading to the Tate Modern, so off we headed in the general direction of Victoria Embankment.

(probably the best picture of the week)

(we look especially badass in this one)

(I’m incapable of smiling like a normal person I’m afraid)

(not resembling tourists in anyway)

(one of my favourites)

(various heads)

(zombie)

(Wilfred, the party boat)

Waving as we crossed the Thames makes us look like a gang of poncey neo-Nazis. Oh well :p. We decided to check out the Annette Messager exhibition at the Hayward Gallery since we found ourselves on the Southbank. Wow, what can I say? We all loved it and were pretty much blown away by what we saw. I’d never heard of her or her work before, which is very dark and autobiographical and mainly large installation pieces, but I came away feeling really inspired. Here’s a little about the show from the Hayward Gallery website:

Annette Messager (born in 1943, lives and works in Paris) is widely regarded as one of Europe’s most important contemporary artists. The retrospective Annette Messager: The Messengers, presents an overview of the artist’s career and reveals her use of an astonishing and affecting repertoire of forms and materials (among them soft toys, stuffed animals, fabrics, wool, photographs and drawings). Mixing aesthetic registers and playing with remarkable virtuosity on our senses and feelings, this exhibition presents a panoramic survey from the intimate and conceptually driven pieces Messager made in the early 1970s to the very large sculptural installations of the past 15 years, in which movement plays an increasingly important role.

Two pieces really stood out for me, the first being an huge installation of over-sized, fabric human organs whch had an almost cartoonish, cutesy feel to them. They wer eall connected to a computer controlled air supply and would inflate and deflate at random, and it really became quite unsettling. Watching these things ‘breathe’ and come to life, added with the droning noise of the air really hypnotized me and I was stood there for a good 5 minutes. The second was probably my favourite and was a huge sheet of fabric laid out on the floor in a large, darkened room. Under the fabric were various handmade objects that I couldn’t really make out, but they were illuminated and glowed through the red fabric as it ebbed and flowed from another air supply. Towards the rear of the room there was a small opening like a door were the fabric spread out from and where the air supply was at it’s strongest, making the fabric move more violently. Because it was so dark, shapes through this door became obscured and again made for quite an unsettling experience. You could see movement but you couldn’t quite make it out. The gentle flow of the giant fabric sheet began to lull me into this weird kind of state. I was just sat there not really aware of the paasage of time. It was brilliant.

Back out into the gorgeous London sunshine, we walked along the Southbank towards the Tate Modern, grabbing something to eat along the way.

(another favourite )

(I think my legs are what makes this picture)

LDN 05/09 part 1 (Wednesday)

Various Political and Social news events have left me feeling pretty disillusioned and disconnected from the world we find ourselves in. But I think I’ll save all of that horrible stuff for another day as writing about it will just make me feel worse. Instead, I thought I’d share with you my Trip to London through the Art School last month. Mainly because it’s been due for ages, but also because it was one of the best weeks of my life, and looking back on the photographs and those amazing memories makes me smile. I’ve collected together pictures from everyone here to give you an idea of what we got up to.

Well, the beginning seems like a perfectly reasonable place to start :p We were all due to journey down with the coach from Dundee, which although probably would have been a good laugh, I’m afraid the idea of 10 hours on a Coach to London sounded like my idea of hell, so being the luxurious bastard that I am, I opted to catch a train from Edinburgh. I did have to get there first on the dreaded Megabus, which I had just accepted as probably going to be a rubbish journey, but it was an absolutely gorgeous day and I had the best bus driver ever. Seriously, he smiled, was helpful and informed us that we would be taking the slightly longer but scenic route to drink in the lovely weather, so we should just ‘’sit back and enjoy the views!” What a man.

From Edinburgh to London my journey was pretty non-eventful, being that as I was on my own with my i-pod. One major highlight being the discovery of the Mondo Movie podcast over at http://www.mondomovie.com/  If you’re a fan of anything from extreme Asian cinema, classic 80’s horror, over the top gore or trashy exploitation movies, swing by and check it out. Well, since my journey pretty much consisted of listening to that, here’s how the rest of the gang got on with the Coach.

(the first of many gunshows)

Visually, a tad more exciting than hearing about me banging on about listening to a podcast while sat beside a Spanish woman. Although……..

I pulled in to the Big Smoke at about 6 and made my way to the Hotel, and was highly amused to be passed by all four coaches, which made for lots of waves. It was like when you’re on a school trip when you’re about 10 and you see a dog or something. Everyone goes mad and is just glued to the windows. Anyway, after meeting up with everyone, finding our rooms (which would soon prove to be rather difficult, but more on that later) we headed out to grab something to eat in Chinatown. This proved somewhat awkward as, out of politeness, I invited along Rory who I was rooming with. Now you should know that Rory is an interesting character. Bless him, he’s got a heart of gold but he has the social skills of wooden table. If you were to imagine a stereotypical geek, he’s your man. Awkward, clumsy and slightly naive. It did prove somewhat frustrating as I began to feel like his mother as the night wore on, always checking how he was and trying to involve him in everything. To be fair, he is from Orkney and this was his first time in London and he was thrust into Chinatown with a bunch pierced freaks, lesbians and weirdos with mad hair. To sum it up. no one was entirely comfortable with the situation, but I couldn’t just leave him in the hotel room so we made do. After much wandering around and lots of Gunshow posing, we devoured some noodles, averted a mild tantrum and made our way back to the hotel were I left Rory to retire for the evening while some of us fell into hazy stupor of alcohol and exhaustion. All in all, what a start to the trip!

(Rory Although he is sitting next to Miriam, who is a force of nature to say the least, so I can’t really blame him. Bless him though.)

(cheeky feel)

(random child)

I’ll be updating lots more over the weekend, so stay tuned loves.