This was a little ‘try me’ activity I did on my sketch book at the David Shrigley exhibition ‘Brain Activity’. I think its a nice touch, I might see about making some stencils to emboss to play with in my work.

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Haven’t done any henna for awhile, so just doodled on a friends hand here, unfortunately the new ink i brought wasn’t the best and the design bled a little.

Clarence.

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I really would love one of Obey’s silkscreen prints. After writing an essay about Shepard Fairey and comparing his political opinion to that of George Orwell’s I have become a bigger fan of his art. $600 out of my price range though.

Clarence.

ofcourse.

This made me laugh.
It was 12 years after my grandma died when grand joined her, so in these 12 years he had some time to get set in his ways. Grandma was the type of women to go shopping every day (without fail) and would bring back tuns of bits and bobs, ‘bargains’ most likely. Anyway when she passed I’d imagine my grandad would have wanted to keep all these things, but where to put them? This was the fridge which was in his room next to his bed, twelve years and I never once wondered what was in the fridge. I then discovered that the fridge was not a fridge, it was in fact a cupboard; a place of storage. There was numerous board games and puzzles (a few unopened), mugs, jewellery boxes, toys and lots of little knick-knacks. This one image sums grand up, he didn’t like having things, he just used to worry where to put them, but he always seemed to find a perfect space.

Clarence.

Repetition is nice.

a couple of film shots from Brighton in winter.

An old photo album me and grand found while looking through his things. He didn’t recognise any of the people in the photos so I’m not sure where it came from but still a lovely book.

Another lovely book we found in grands house, i think it was my great grandads or great grandmas as some of the comments date back to 1918

A suitcase that my grandad kept all his old photos in. It was the suitcase my dad used when he was a teenager, hence the dirty drawings..

foundation degree.

This is my final exhibition from my Foundation degree last year. It was inspired by my grandad, I initially didn’t tell him I was doing the project, but half way through I told him and he let me document his life in a more personal way, I want to continue this project on in my degree. He really liked the exhibition and he was kind of famous at my college for a while.

Clarence.

grand.

Above are two film shots of my grandad at christmas. He unfortunately died two weeks later. He has been my biggest inspiration within my work so far and I intend to continue making work about him. He is missed every day.

Clarence.