Sunday, 20 September 2009

Final MA Show 09

“If love is a drug then I guess we’re all sober “

Nerina Pallot - singer

Dory has focused on the ‘outsider’ in society. Especially those with mental illnesses and the homeless A definition of an outsider is a person outside a specific group. This theme has proved to be problematic, the boundaries between who is in and who is out in society are blurred. Depending on the contexts and circumstances anyone can be an outsider.
Dory has extended her practice to be more inclusive of the wider society this way she hope that the viewer could relate to those who have mental health difficulties or distress. These distinctions for her are becoming blurred, anyone can experience distress, depression, grief etc. as well as feeling isolated in society. I feel the examination of the theme of isolation is a reflection of her own experiences.
Dory have chosen to use the word neglected or overlooked to describe people, she wishes to use as a subject. She has used plastic bags as a visual metaphor a throw away product. To state that some people are thrown away by society. The obvious group of people is the homeless.
Throughout this course she has wanted to elevate or celebrate neglected people. To re dress the power relationship between the powerless and those with status.
Because there are not really defined distinctions on who is an outsider and who is mad she has directed her investigation from the neglected persons point of view. In order to create links and interactions between groups of people and the viewer, more than the usual giving charity or avoiding the person but an equality and recognition of a person rather than just a victim of circumstance.

these portraits are from figures from this installation they represent a cross section of society. I wanted there to be relationships between these figures.

This is a drawing of a homeless figure sleeping on the floor. It references pavement artists and the colourful chalks I used to draw the figures in the crowd on the wall, or passers-by. This is to connect them with figure on the floor I wanted this to be understood that we are all human and this can happen to anyone. The image below is a hat made out of magazines and newspaper. I had put in a little bit of money in it at the opening night show people had added to it and some was taken or stolen we think by children

This part of my show was a room in the back of my original space that was used for storage and is also an office I liked this space because it is neglected and overlooked like the people I am representing. I covered as much space as I could with colourful children's stickers to celebrate the space and so you can also see what is behind them. Artists have wrapped and covered rooms I wanted the room to still be visible. The space could be acessed through my priginal space.

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Van Gogh portraits

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St Dymhna as shaman

St Dymhna as shaman

A story by Izzy

Live Forever

Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there lived a beautiful and spirited woman, who was like a wild flower.

Her hair contained the most incredible dreams and wonderful magic spells, from the most beautiful parts of the earth and from the edges of the solar system.

The wind of the East fell deeply in love with her and played through her lovely locks, it became such that she could command the weather.

One day the wind spoke to the smoke of her cigarette and told it to cling to each and every strand of her beautiful hair.
The cigarette smoke obeyed the wind and saturated through everyone of the golden threads and began to decay from within.

The bright sunshine of her days began to grow dimmer and colder and she was dragged deep under ground and was sent to Whitchurch Castle in the clouds.

Here she battled tooth and nail with demons and dragons. Spoke with angels and had untold adventures with good and evil.

The beautiful dreams that dwelt in her hair, turned into terrifying nightmares.

She went to the well to wash her hair, but the water would not cleanse or renew it. The sun refused to shine upon it and the saddest of all, the wind no longer wanted to play with it.

So the young woman by this time, had become a princess, scraped back her beloved hair into a ponytail and the gold sunshine began to grow out, taking her dreams and magic spells with it.

The Castle keepers were worried about her and so gave her a magic potion to rid the evil smoke that had claim of her hair.
An eternity came and went and she grew older.

One clear day the smoke had finally gone once and for all.

She was banished from the kingdom of Whitchurch and was now expected to toil the fields with the good men and women of the outside world.

She was now mortal and pined for the Easterly wind to play with her again, but he no longer loved her.

One cold morning, she had an idea to attract him back to her, so she sat at her mirror and plaited her hair into strands and put coloured ribbon on the ends to bind them.
Would he notice her again?

With her hair plaited, he would see a string of golden tears that she cried over missing him so much.

Now she lives in a little hut in the village and has worn her hair in plaits for 2,000 years.

One day she hopes it will be unravelled, when he remembers where he left his sunny days and warm nights with her on the moon.
The End

Illustration for story Live Forever

Illustration for story Live Forever
This is a drawing of the character in a story I wrote for a digital story telling course with the Four Winds

Bay Girls

Bay Girls
This is a drawing of two of my neighbours

Zippo face warmers

Zippo face warmers