Vintage Jumpers

compulsive beauty

'Compulsive beauty, hals forster'

Car Park

A single man

I was really surprised to hear that Tom Ford was directing and funding a film. Having the potential to be cliched the film had been poorly reviewed by some critics. However, still wanting to see it.

The film was surprisingly beautiful. The storyline was captivating and approachable a middle aged professor is left heartbroken after his long term partner dies in a car accident. The professor is denied access to the funeral so really all he is left is with his memories and his day to day life. The professor carries on through his life with an intention to end it. Plotting his own suicide that ultimately doesnt happen. Meeting a boy from his english class, the boy is curious about the professor. whether this is sexual or not is only to be assumed as there is a definitite undetone of homosexuality throughout the film. The professor gives in to the students interests and they go for a drink which later turns into a moment of running and swimming in the sea naked. The student is invited back to the professors house where his plot to kill himself has dissolved with his realisation that moments such as those bring clarity to his life and brings him back to reality. which ironically he has a heart attack and dies.

The film is cinematically filmed really beautiful, using panaromic movement. The professors moments of clarity are often expressed by an emphasis of the colours.
There is a continous music score which beautiful leaves the viewer in a state of wonderment at the sheer beauty of the pieces with respect to the films narrative.

Art Depression

Yes, i have clinically confirmed to myself that i have art depression. I have no desire to do any work. I hate art. I hate the pretence. Compulsive bullshitting.

I hate art and it probably doesnt even realise i hate it.

The Unilever Series: Miroslaw Balka

Fear.

comfort.

uncertainty.

knowing.

collective memories.

darkness.

alone.

velvet.

Luxurious?

Streets Of London and then some art.

Deciding to 'walk' home after a night out. Turned into a getting lost in london. Roaming like a homeless person, in the wet and cold with the only sense of normality that we were to meet at the Tate Modern by 11 am.

Not feeling that in love with art from my hungover havent slept state. I walk into a red room installation and in the space is an old couple. I over hear the woman intellectualising the piece saying or arguing with herself as a silent husbands on. ' i wonder is it to do with the domesticity of the home... no the interal organs or the home' 'the hub of the home' she insists. I wanted to laugh at the utter rubbish she was speaking but in hindsight i did agree with her. She was only vocalising what we all are accustomed to doing with art. Searching for the meaning.

I walked always thinking and feeling 'what a load of bullshit'.

London Shaboom

Richard Wilson, Saatchi Gallery

The perspective of this installation is completely illusive. Visually beautiful and simple with clarity. The installation plays with our perception and it took me a while to realise that the room had no depth by the bridge but being all one level and only the reflected ceiling mirroring back.

Ribbons in trees

Ideas for kites

Im quite obsessed with the idea that my flying thingy will involve some kind of inflatible that pops out of a perspex box.

books, books books.

'The object stares back' James Elkin

www.polanoid.net

Elinar Ostrom on institutions

'institutions are defined by a set of working rules that are used to determine who is eligable to make decisions'

odd spaces

concrete areas and fenced spaces?
interest but have no real purpose

Religiously David

Religious connations to david.
David and goliath?

Creating an identity by giving 'DAVID' a life span.

inter-linking the religious connation with the idea of ribbons in trees. almost like lost memories or things that have been left behind.

David?

Random number?

Random Word?

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