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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.
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.
Suppose it was nice of him to reply. But seriously, does it really have to be ALL for your own interests as an artists? Maybe not even just to help out. It’s not really asking alot. And discourse - as - art - a fallacy?! That must be a joke?
Luckily there are actual real artists who are all pretty well known on this project like; our regularly mentioned celebrity on my blog, M.C.
http://zingmagazine.blogspot.com = Zing Magazine NYC intern makes me jealous with their blog.
http://www.fipresci.org/world_cinema/south/south_english_index.htm = discussions on south american movies. Brilliant stuff.
http://www.postmastersart.com/ = This is the gallery I’m going to be working in, in a months time!
I’ll do some more later on today before I go bizack to Sheffo. Watch this space.
The uncharacteristic summery weather of the UK this week has been AMAZING.
Tuesday we had to hand in our essays meaning that we have officially finished Uni for a whole year. This year has gone by far too fast for my liking!
Before I know it, it’s going to be overrrr. Anyways I thought I just moan on this blog, lol. There are many positive aspects to my life that I fail to mention so here’s a somewhat typical over view of a week.
FRIDAY 2ND MAY
In a true socialite fashion, I pretend to be a middle classer of Sheffield and attend a ‘buzzing’ gallery opening at the prestigious Site Gallery. Those shades, don’t belong to me. The hat does. Mental note to ones self is to NOT wear a hat again to a gallery opening unless wanting to attract dirty looks.
The actual exhibition? was shit. It was a performance and one of the most mind numbing experiences of my artlife. I wouldn’t have minded, however, if it wasn’t for Maurie Cool’s HUGE statements that by walking wayyyyyyy slow in a space, and playing around with some paper that she was re-creating the History of Art. How about just being bored in the work place? Now, that would have been funny.
SATURDAY
I didn’t get up till 1pm : I changed my essay typo’s and wrote my biblography in Colligate. Afterwards I went home and Top-Shop Sophie; Dancing Sophie; Richie and myself were in the house all together (doesn’t happen often). We decided to watch a movie! We watched Saved. We shared our food between us (I only had spring rolls from Tesco 2 offer). Afterwards we argued over what to watch next. I wanted to watch Brick; or Dark Days and amoungst other stuff - but the Girls and richie totally out voted me and we watched The Devil Wears Prada - Which I’ve seen before about 2 years ago… but in the first 15 minute of the movie (technically the most important part for the audience and in terms of character building) Michael Corris gets a mention. Richie and I automatically like lift our heads up - and we’re like… helll nahhh? Did that just say that?! And we decided that it had to be the real deal M.C. fo’ shizz. Who else is cool enough to have a party to attend?! Other than Mr. Corris. The Devil Wears Prada has gone up in my estimations. We decide that Corris should have a role in the new Sex and the City Movie. What do you think? They always have cool artists on the show.
In the night I have the FREAKEST Nightmare, in which I scream - I screamed loads, jumped out of bed and ran to turn the light on. Shake at the light inspecting all the room. Its always uneasy going back to sleep
SUNDAY:
I didn’t get up till 1ish again. I checked my mail and hung out around the house for a bit. I started to watch Hardball until Richie disturbed the peace! He demanded me to walk to KFC with him. We bought a Family Feast to share between us; and he makes me carry it home because he doesn’t want the Sports students who litter the streets in bars to judge him. We get in, and Top-Shop Sophie wants to watcha movie again - so we go to Blockbusters and buy Stardust (again, I’ve seen this before) and She buys the Simple Life 2. We watch Stardust and then the WHOLE series of Simple Life. My braincells are reduced to a mere 40% after the viewing of the Simple Life. I only watched it because I didn’t want to sit upstairs on my own. Whilst at Blockbusters, I bought running with Sissors - I’ve read the book - so I watch the movie and go to bed at about 3:30am. Just as I’, settling down - I freak myself out again - and i scream once more and run and turn the lights on. This has to stop. So I sleep with the blind wide open (for light) and with radio 1xtra on.
MONDAY
Bank Holiday. I lay in bed till 2pm. I get up. Go into town. Buy Fraiser season 1 on DVD, a real cool cd Kid Cerole - and a Jack London novel. ride my bike back. The Big Issue guy who stands outside Tescos says Hi- we’re becoming good friends - i dont have to buy them off him anymore for nice chats. I chill upstairs in my room reading my first novel in about half a year. It feels GREAT not 2 read an art book! Whilst listening 2 my new CD which is amazing. I sit outside on the wall with Ella , top-shop; dancing soph and richie. I drink Coke, they drink Wine. We annoy the street with Richie’s Ipod. It’s all goood - untill about 10pm and I decide to go and watch Fraiser.
TUESDAY
We hand in the essay. And waste the rest of the day in the Psalter Lane Resturant 
since I haven’t a clue what to do with my new found freedom. It gets to the point where its too late to go home and come back for the MA exhibition opening in the End Gallery. A piece of work has me in it; and I look AWFUL. It bares allllof double chins. I ain’t happy. I never knew it would be used as art! lol. After that Richie and I leave, meet James at the Agraa and we dine in style to celebrate our freedom and the journey!! On our way back, Richie buys some DVDs. We watch The Host and the officially one of the worst movies of all time - It’s aBoy Girl thing.
WEDNESDAY
I rock and roll into uni to meet up with the group to prepare for our school on Thursday. We make a powerpoint; discuss artists and how we’re going to rock and roll. Afterwards, in boredom, we start planning our European extravagent trip! I go to my ” elitest meeting” announce how I think i’m black to academics and go home. Brendan and I treat ourselves to chips from the chip-shop. I watch some Fraiser, go to Colligiate to pass sometime. End up staying there chatting online to Feebo in Finland till 12:30am. Then Richie and I chat shit and I make the workshops worksheet I go to bed at 3am.
THURSDAY
I have ti get up at 7:00am. We all meet at the station. Brendan can’t make it cuz he smells of Whiskey lol. We have a laugh trying to figure out trains and buses to get to teh school and which stops to get off at.
We get there. we create magic we go home. Then I fall asleep at home at 3pm cuz I’m KNACKERED. and I get a phone call from Sianbohn saying PARTY. So I get up and its a streetparty. We chill out for 5 hours and rock and roll to the Fuzz club.
Is slowly becoming one of my favourite art zines. About last year, I couldn’t care less… but reading it now - i can feel just the heeps and bounds that I have overcome. I understand loadssss of art theory and debates now. Unlike last year.
But reading through the issues, right at the end, it states who wrote it and what they do. Of course, in my mind I like to think the writer choose what kind of “facebook” status they give themselves. For example, ” Dave Beech is an artist.”
“Ian Hun is editor of Art Monthly”
One of them was a reader of fine art and Art Monthly. A reader!?!
Surely anyone is a reader of Fine Art if you pick up a book. Skepticism right.
Well I’ve been thinking, what would my Art Monthly Facebook type of status be? I have come up with:
Sarah Smizz is an artist of some sort. /// Sarah Smizz vandalises and calls it art. /// Sarah Smizz is a revolutionary. /// Sarah Smizz is an art student who hates the institution but jumps through their hoops. // Sarah Smizz is an idiot. //// Sarah Smizz is an artist in Sheffield. /// Sarah Smizz is a reader. // Sarah Smizz is a reader of Heat (i’m not) //// Sarah Smizz really has no opinion on this subject. /// sarah smizz should hibernate. /// Sarah Smizz is a lonely artist. //// Sarah Smizz fancies the idea of Jean Baudrillard. /// Sarah Smizz is a Sarah Smizz// Sarah Smizz this is not a sarah smizz // Sarah Smizz is a writer on art (she wrote an essay once) and writes on her blog. /// Sarah Smizz is an artist cuz she says she is. /// Sarah Smizz is hungry (I really am) /// Sarah Smizz has no common sense. /// Sarah Smizz sometimes calles herself a philosopher. // Sarah Smizz is a ghettoblaster and gun poet. /// Sarah Smizz is an artist in the Donx ghetto. /// sarah smizz is a working class artist. /// Sarah Smizz is an art student at Sheffield Hallam University.
Yeah. And did you know? i’m going to share my wisdom wid y’all right now. Art world is not one word and should not have a capital (unless at the start of the sentence). You know why? because it’s not a realllllll place!! Can you believve that? I was hoping to book 2 go there!!!
On other news - my moms just called me 2 tell me shes bought me a HUGE 2 foot picture of New York. Awwwwwhhh. I always thought I was out of sight .. out of mind. This time I’m not! Ace.
