Oh yes! I forgot to mention…

Yet another gallery who would like Smizz to help out. I can’t wait!

Also  another cool blog linx!

http://www.overspray.blogspot.com/

Tributes.

40 Years this month to the 1968 student French Revolution!

Why don’t we have balls like that?! Ahh how I am so nostalgic to the 60s and 70s of NYC and Paris.

Robert Rauschenberg died on the 12th May. Long live his work though. I remember my mom being pissed that I made her pay $15 each for us to see his retrospective at the Met in 2006?

Currently I am reading: Deleuze Cinema 1 and The REAL screenwriting tips Book.

I’m going to watch tonight: The Hoax by Hallstrom

Private fears Public Spaces by Resnais

Salo by Pasolini

Regular Lovers by Garrel

and Shadows by Cassavetes

Should be a fun night! :o)

On Friday, I’m going to treat myself to one of the joys of living in Sheffield and being single: going to see a movie by myself. It sounds like it’s not such a joy, but it is–it’s nice to go on your terms, get there when you want, sit where you want, see what you want.

YES, E’s!!

Not as in

Methylenedioxymethamphetamine

The drug. But as in

EXCITEMENT

EXISTENCE

EXHILIRATION

ENTERPRISE (Adventure)

I am going out of my mind in boredom. I use to be able to work without a studio. But I need a base, if only mentally. I can’t sit at home because that’s the worst, so I go into uni begging 3rd years for me to help them. They’re all pretty self sufficient. So what have I done in the past week in my freedom? (It’s been one whole week of freedom).

Well, I’ve read alot of blogs. Especially ones that linked to Williamsburg, Brooklyn USA. And looked for arty ones. I’ve watched practically ALL of my DVD again for whatever tim, been to the movies loads of times!. Ive watched practically all the seasons of Sex and the City in prep. for the movie.

 I have read shit loads of books. The collection of classics by Jack London; Ad Reinhardt - Michael Corris and Revolution! : the explosion of world cinema in the 60s - Peter Cowie.

Currently I am half way through reading: “The Complete guide to standard script formats” to start writing my film. (properly). And The Revolution of everyday life -  Raoul Vaneigem.  This is just one weeks reading and I never did any over the weekend.

Never have I had the time to read and read good, except when I was excluded - and then I had the internet to distract me (which we don’t here in Sheffoat home). I’m trying to educate myself. And read into the areas for my practice. Although, admittly, half of those books aren’t really involved with my practice.

But I bum a lil’ bit of Ad Reinhardt now. I didn’t know that he was a working class artist. That’s awesome. I don’t want to draw parrells with a world amazing and talented and intellectual artist (AKA one of the best painters of all time). But I couldn’t help but notice shit loads of similarities between myself and Ad. (With the except of academic accreditation (although I was top of my school in Alevels and GCSEs and got onto 5 5 fine art courses without my foundation)/ intellectual and good art). But you know; working class - involved with the university; politically engaged - with left winged politics - well versed with Marxism - drew cartoons that started to go all abstracty and then slowly led onto the geometry of the black paintings.

Now take the lattar away. And who do you have?!

That’s right, a Smizz. Fascinating stuff. What is even more facinating, however, is why there are no pictures in the book. I heard that there was some copyright issues. What’s that all about?!! It’s like the the Political Art Documentation / Distribution collection in the MoMA. It’s been archieved for a reason, yet unless I am researcher, I can’t email to ask permission to access their library in Queens. That’s insulting. The irony continues….

 I’m glad I read that book now. I’ve seen Corris do 2 talks on the research of this project and he calles them the “The Difficult Freedom of Ad Reinhardt.”

The Difficult Freedom of an artist/writer/educator etc. What does it mean in todays society to not be able to access collections held away by big named institutions and estates for educational and scholary reasons? Learning and education should be a gift that is free, and anything that helps with it - should be at least accessible to everyone.

All my life I’ve had to totally fight and go way out of my way to get opportunities to help learn/educate myself. I worked 3 jobs in 6th form and saved all my EMA so I could go to New York City to see my first world class museum. The MoMA. 3 jobs so I could afford books that we didn’t have at school, so I could see movies at the Showroom in Sheffield. I didn’t know this existed till one of my Ex boyfriends took me. The middle classer ;o). I’m going off on one again.

My point is, Greed // Cencorship = cover ups everywhere. I haven’t got this far to still be denied access to other learning elements/ ‘public’ archieves etc. Ya heard!?

Anyways, this whole post was supposed to be how nostalgic I feel from last year. I was looking at my pictures from Monument Valley, Vegas, New Orleans, Boston, NYC, Washington, Mexico, ZION, gRAND cANYON, uTAH, L.A., Albama  and even Texas. And just how I wish I was doing all that again. Ahhhhhh. Sure this year is going to be different. We are doing Europe! And NYC for 6 weeks! But still. I need to be just living my existence. Not reading it.

Adventure here I want to come….

A piece of my art has been stolen! It’s only taken me a week to click on, like. But it was taken from my space before I had to empty it!

Can you get that?!! I dunno how to take this, it’s not as if I was ever going to do anything else with it - but ya know… it’s the principle!

I found this blog, dedicated to the art market.

http://artmarketblog.com/

Check it, it’s pretty interesting. Even the post about finding the next “artist star”.

Please. Don’t insult our profession/ life/ dream/ existence.

1. Get up around 12, and laze around in bed for a bit.
2. I feel shit with my ear ache, so I watch a few episodes of Fraiser.
3. Walk around the Botanical Garden.
4. Marvel at the azaleas. Smell the lilacs. Look at the koi swimming in the pond. Like all the green.
5. Go to the Chocolate Room, look at stuff I can’t afford for chocolate
6. Walk home.
7. Spend some time reading shit girl magazines that are left around the house from the Sophie’s.

8. Watch the whole season 1 of Sex and the City in preperation for the movie.
9. Curl up and work on some book stuff and art bizzzzness.
10. Laugh at the searches which people have searched in order to find my blog. Today’s favourite is ” I need ideas for my MA exhibition” Do you really need to be graduating if you’re searching on google for ideas off blogs for your whole 2 years practice?!
11. Read. Jack London
12. Steal the new Cafe over the road’s free WiFi (Cafe Latino)
13. Go to bed.
14. Sleep. Dream.

Because of school regulations, we couldn’t have pictures with the kids in, so we took pictures of their work and of us lol.

And of course, the best picture of all………..

ME!!

Thanks to Jambon for the photo’s. All images are copyrighted to StreetForm! Ya heard?!

P.S. I have like the worst ear-ache arrrgghhhh!

I’ve decided that our relationship, both as writer (blogger) and reader // performer and voyager // artist and audience // writer and publisher etc, is take take take. On my behalf.

This blog is like a platform where I can share my anxieties without forcing them upon listening ears. (Not all of them like, lots of you still hear them in person) Never have I ever been so vein till I started writing a blog. These posts are Smizz at most vein. Its permanence is also pretty scary. So I’ve decided I’ve got a series of links to offer you guys!

www.crawleyali.blogspot.com = a collaborative duo. Some of Sheffield Hallam’s MA finest. They are offering an open submission to recently graduated artists. Check it.

http://dianaalidefamiliarization.blogspot.com/ = Another Sheffo Hallam MA project. These students are busy! Check out the Defamiliarization collaborations. The best of course, is Matthew Noel-Tod. You may remember him from a Polish film that he made (** censored real thoughts here **) Who obviously thought that he got an invitation from Art Sheffield 08. Sorry Noel-Tod, Esther Stocker has already submitted and done this with, “Cannot in all Conscience Do What You Request”. Except hers was a lot more well thought out.

I appreciate your invitation, however I¹m not going to contribute to theproject as I don¹t see any of my own interests in art as an artist and/or aviewer represented in the project.The request to supply 10 words is of no interest to me as an artist, norwould it interest me as a viewer.
As you seem to be trying to construct discourse-as-art, which I believe is acontemporary fallacy, I thought it best to reply with my reasons, ratherthan not reply at all. You are welcome to include my reply in place of 10words.

Now Garden State is in New Jersey and there’s that Zack Braff movie (which I totally digged for a while ). All those familair with the Garden State movie will know the plot of: “Andrew Largeman shuffled through life in a lithium-induced coma until his mother’s death inspired a vacation from the pills to see what might happen. A moderately successful TV actor living in Los Angeles, “Large” hasn’t been home to the Garden State in nine years. But even with 3,000 miles between them, he’s been unable to escape his domineering father Gideon and the silencing effect he’s had on his son from afar. Stunned to find himself in his hometown after such a long absence, Large finds old acquaintances around every corner living quite unique lives as gravediggers, fast food knights and the panderers of pyramid schemes. Meanwhile, at home, he does his best to avoid a long-simmering but inevitable confrontation with his father. By a twist of fate, Large meets Sam, a girl who is everything he isn’t. A blast of color, hope and quirks, Sam becomes a sidekick who refuses to ride in his sidecar. Her warmth and fearlessness give Large the courage to open his heart to the joy and pain of the infinite abyss that is life.” (stolen from IMDB.COM)

Well going home to the Donx, is a tiny bit like that movie. Minus the death of a mother who was disabled and being on Drugs.

But the return when you haven’t been around in years. And I mean when you haven’t been seen out and about in years.

This is where I live:

And this is my house.

Yup, I’m all council house. Fo’ shizzle!! Anyways, you can tell that it’s one of those neighborhoods that twitch the curtains when a new person walks down the street. To be gerred at as you walk down the street because you’re different. Tonight I went to watch my younger bro (horseboy) get a trophy for football.

I live in one of these communities. I’m not part of it, because obviously I live in Sheffo - and I’m classed as “weird”. When you come here, its like time has stopped. It’s great to see a community still exists but its stuck in itsways. You always see people who were in your year - and they’re working in the bar which used to be part time work for them. People give you dirty looks if you say your studying at uni - because they think you’re taking the piss out of their existence. Its hard stuff. I can’t explain it.

When I walk down the streets, there’s smells that aren’t present in Sheffield. The sun and the smell and certain walking routes makes me feel like i’m 15 again with hardly any cares in the world. I feel like I should go and get on my bike and go and call for Kezwilla, but she will be at work or getting pissed up just to get away from the stress of shit capitalistic work.

I know that this is Nostagia. But it dawns on me as I walk home from the working mans club. I don’t fit in here, and what happens if my plans of living in NYC or else where being an artist or a teacher don’t work out - where am I left? What am I left with?

At least they have each other right?

This paper is NOT free, for all those who need to be reminded. Despite the big 60p price on it. This picture is like the epitamy of the Donx. The headline is also more Doncaster than I could ask for.

Come to the Donx, you can always get some - even if you don’t want it1!

At Brendans house, I noticed this:

I’m like, what?!!?! Is that some sort of safety thing for the door? Or just a BIG letter opener!