Being Object Dense You

Relations to the body and mind. This is my music video collection 

The Chemical Brothers ft Beck Wide Open

"Impressive Visual Art" 

Extremely technical, showing our form as a hollow case. I was shown this video by my Dad around a week ago and I was in awe at the special effects, how the connections between the background and placement of clothing aligned so well within the environment. Put a dancer in a warehouse, let them take there place. Then add the trick that makes her 'wide open'. You've now got a simple but detailed, rich piece of art.

Beyoncé Rocket

"This song gives me such chills just because of those harmonies"

"I wonder how many babies were made after hearing this"

Full of sexual signs, innuendos and saucy imagery. I first witnessed this video nearing the end of my second year of college, I instantly feel in love with the cinematography, I find it empowering.

Tom Rosenthal Fine One Day 

A journey of two people. Different train of thoughts. A story of two people fixated together in their own little world (due to the colour co-ordinated outfits and the Overall for me it's a positive song showing that people can sadly part ways. At the start of a relationship we can become so fixated on ourselves as two, that we forget about our surrounding. We don't notice what anyone else is doing, it's like wearing rose tinted glasses. Just a matter of time until someone takes them off.

Nick Jonas Teacher

Using the body as a tool to express the song lyric in rhythm.

Jack Garratt Surprise Yourself 

Bear's Den Above The Clouds Of Pompeii 

Beyoncé Ghost

Belle & Sebastian Perfect Couples

Slow Club Two Cousins

Oh Wonder Lose It 

The Silver Squasher

A couple of weeks ago

As I sat down in the living room one evening with Dad, I turned on the TV.

As soon as I turned it on, it lay on BBC Two.

The programme titled 'Imagine... Summer 2016: 2. DANGER! Cornelia Parker' appeared

I didn't know what the programme was about at first but I quickly became intrigued.

Cornelia Parker, her name ran a bell. It wasn't until one of her pieces popped up on screen, I finally knew who she was and what she's created.

'Cold Dark Matter: An Explosive View: 1991'

I first came across this during my time in college. I guess this subconsciously helped navigate my interest towards the art I'm interested in today, art that submerges into their environment. I love how it spreads out touching all four walls including ceiling and floor, it has no end or beginning and although the piece fills the room, the viewer is still able to explore throughout. This is what I love, being able to connect and emerge your body into a piece of art.  

BBC iPlayer: Cornelia Parker

I advise anyone who's interested in the use of space and found objects, to watch this programme.

'Brilliant Ideas: Sculptor and Artist Cornelia Parker'

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Site & Context & Place

Limbo

An uncertain period of awaiting a decision or resolution; an intermediate state or condition.

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I feel lost 

"It's a part of your life that's going to be tarnished" Mum 19:59/ Wednesday 3rd August

I feel like I'm out on a limbo

Like I'm waiting for something, something that I don't know

I'm waiting for the unknown, what does the unknown look like? 

Is it clean and pure?

Is it dense and dirty?

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Personally, I relate the unknown to a blank piece of white paper.

I think of it's purity, it's openness to change and possibilities. 

A blank piece of white paper has so many possibilities.

It can be the start of a brilliant idea.

A heart filled letter.

I feel like a blank piece of white paper gets us back to basics.

To the start.

Where we belong.

A blank piece of paper doesn't hold many memories.

Many feelings.

It's a beginning.

A fresh start.

Freshly made but easily dirtied.

A blank piece of white paper holds power.

Possibility.

Every sketchbook I've owned, once started out as a blank piece of white paper.

Now.

I've nurtured it into something my own.

Something that now has a hold on me.

Something that now carries my past. 

"Things are in motion, unfortunately things take time" Dad 21:17/ Wednesday 3rd August

"She painted a really bleak picture" Dad 21:31/ Wednesday 3rd August

A blank piece of white paper can be positioned at the start of a book or the end of a book.

Therefore it's represents both sides.

Beginning and End. 

Which puts me on edge 

Things can go either way.

It puts me bang in the middle.

It puts me in limbo. 

It makes me walk a tight rope. 

Able to fall any second.

Things aren't certain. 

Or set in stone.

I don't know what to feel anymore.

It's the

'The Unknown Life'

A blank piece of white paper is just a blank piece of white paper, it's up to you what meaning you give it.

You create the meaning, you are in charge of a blank piece of white paper.

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Pinterest has been an excellent source of inspiration for me, within my Site & Place & Context I've been inspired by simplicity. Pieces of wok that don't have an upfront meaning. The meaning doesn't come from the piece of art, the meaning comes from the individual looking at the piece of art. This is important to me.

'Alan Reynolds'

'Alan Reynolds'

'Recap “(de)Constructions” Group Exhibition at Backslash Gallery'

'Galleriurbane' 

'Portals, first phase...the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first steps...time to take them, let us adorn you for it! #beagoddess'

'Alan Reynolds'

'Lesley-Foxcroft'

'Lesley-Foxcroft'

'Jumpei Kinoshita'

'Loris Cecchini - Extruding Bodies - Gaps (books I), 2005 polyester, wall paint'

'And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable. ― Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence.' 

 'Wall mounted lighting fixture by PSLAB.'

'Herman de Vries: "Ruimtelijke toevals-structuur", 1965 (Rekonstruktion 2011–2014)'

'LFontana (1899 - 1968), Concetto spaziale, Attesa'

Moving

Within our process of moving, I was intrigued by the act of packing, securing away our possessions. 

Wrapping them in another layer, no longer exposed and seen for what it is.

It's protected, for it's next shift.

I was wrapping objects, preparing them, taking them away from there usual space.

Waiting for it's transaction, into it's new unknown environment.

It may be the most expensive chair/ piece of furniture you own but it still it gets wrapped up in cheap newspaper, bubble wrap and string.

It's true self is hidden, it takes on a new identity, it may be down grading but it's a layer of protection.

Could this relate to us as well? 

'Christo. Packed Arm Chair, 1965'

'Walead Besthy | FedEx® Large Kraft Box ©2005 FEDEX 330508 REV 10/05 SSCC, International Priority, Los Angeles–Brussels trk#865282057953, October 27–30, 2008, International Priority, Brussels–Los Angeles trk#866071746385, December 8–9, 2008 | 2008 | Laminated glass, FedEx shipping box, accrued FedEx shipping and tracking labels, silicone, metal, tape'

What value does this have? 

It holds the Apple logo, therefore it is a product of the company

But it's also a cardboard box 

This makes me think of frames

We place things into frames for protective 

But unlike cardboard boxes, newspaper and bubble wrap 

Frames make the object more valuable 

'Doris Salcedo'

'Funny Brick Chair - Chair Blog'

'David Hammons at L & M'

'Christo & Jeanne-Claude'

'Another Doris Salcedo Chair embedded in concrete'

'David Hammons Untitled, 2010 mixed media 108 x 84 inches'

'Joseph Beuys, 1966, piano covered with felt and leather'

Context & Place & Site

    I sit crosslegged on the ground of my nest

I look around 

What do I see?

What do you see?

I see the past 

My past 

& 

Future

What about your present?

Does anyone notice that?

Do you? 

Unfortunately not

I see where I've feared

I've laughed 

I've panicked 

I've cried

I've seen where I've felt in love 

I've felt hope 

I've felt content 

I see my hair falling to the base in clumps

I see myself 

My self 

Myself progressing  

Myself at my worst

But did you know at the time that it was your worst?

No

I always hoped for things to get better

I'm scared of going backwards 

But now you can't relive your past

I know It's impossible but I cant help my mind 

I go back to staring out into the world through the branches of my walls 

My nose tingles with pain as I feel my eyes moist with tears

Going back to the place, what else do you see?

I

see

Lavender, stems high looking outwards with pride

Asking if I know Beyoncé

Says he doesn't 

Dad flees the nest

The rhythm of his steps 

The candle lit from her right shines and flickers 

The white clouds are still visible  

at 22:29

on Saturday 25th June 

Site & Place & Context

Wednesday 16th September 2015 was the day I decided to start a daily diary

I've always envied people who have been able to successfully record every day of their lives, through the use of paper and pen. I always thought..

'It must be nice to come across pieces of your past. The feeling of nostalgia and happiness as you place your eyes upon this treasured piece of paper. Valuable in only one way, it holds a piece of you.'

Seeing how you've developed through language and handwriting, comparing it to the person you are today. 

To me there is something magical about being able to relive memories. At the same time it is a curse. Personally, I can get caught up within stories from past times, I can worry about them so much to the extent that they come into my present and future lives. I guess it's a natural thing to do in this day. 

I am forever fascinated by our personal past events, I love hearing about other people's unique views on their life so far. It gives me reassurance and comfort.  

I feel like I'm constantly reflecting

Since coming back home from Glasgow I've been hut by past feelings of comfort and routine. Moving away has given me a new perspective on how I view home. I've learnt to appreciate what home has to offer, the peace and quiet, the sound of birds in the evening and the stillness of the night. I currently feel more inspired. It's as if my mind has returned to how it was last Summer, back in my normal habitat, like it was during my second year at college.

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 I am currently listening to Future Island's Long Flight (Undressed Version) on Spotify. This song reminds me of many things. It reminds me of the last months of college, it reminds me of last Summer, it reminds myself of Martin, it reminds me of having my first night out in Edinburgh in December alongside Martin and his flat, as this song was played at some point during the night.

Future Islands was introduced to me by Martin, the first song being 'Seasons'. The band also reminds me of my Dad, it reminds me of spending New Years Eve in Glasgow at Sloans with Elsie as we watched Jools Holland's Hootenanny, it reminds me of travelling on the bus to Edinburgh one Summers day last year (saying 'Summers Day' now reminds me of (500) Days of Summer).

EVERYTHING STEMS FROM SOMETHING

The band also reminds me of sad and happiness, it brings a different feeling into the air, a unique vibe. 

The amazing thing for me is that this is a completely different story for someone else.

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Within Site, Place and Context I would like to focus my attention on the attachments of memories and present moments. Comparing and combining the both to some conclusion maybe. For this I have to choose my own site, I have given this some thinking and I have come to the conclusion that I'm interested in home. By Friday 1st July I'll be moving into a new family home, in the thirteen days I've got left I would like to work within these walls that have carried me through my twenty years. 

I'll continue this through the move of different environments

It's Never Over Till

There you go

I've finally finished my first year of Sculpture & Environmental Art at Glasgow School of Art. 

Eight months of living and breathing in Glasgow done, of course until September. 

I'm going to share with you what I've learnt within. Through the short time of being in the big city I've discovered a lot about my abilities and downfalls. It's been a very rocky couple of past months but I'm eager to get on track once again. In the past couple of days I have began to gain a new perspective, a clear reflection of the year as a whole.

"Alice, so what exactly have you learnt then?"










"If we're going to heal, let it be glorious"

People say that your University years is the time where you find yourself, find your voice and calling. 

1.  Within this year I have fallen through the depths of my anxiety but the silver lining is, I know I'm able to stand up again. I am capable of more, more than my mind can predict 

2. I have realised how much I want to overcome, even better.. accept parts within myself, I want to 'just do'

"My torturer became my remedy"

3. Living and defending for yourself is hard, balance is what you need. You need to take care, at the same time you need to live, be full of life, be spontaneous and young 

4. Just because you've struggled doesn't mean your not doing well. Try and remember that 

5. Things change and evolve not matter what 

 "So we're going to heal, we're going to start again"

6. I now want to pursue mindfulness, practice the art of meditation and relaxation to achieve my full potential 

7. EMBRACE THINGS, YOU CAN TURN THINGS AROUND

8. You are here for a reason, no less than anyone else 

9. Create, the studio is there for a reason 

10.  Breathe


Since coming home I have started to appreciate to quiet, it's making me tune into myself, making me feel in control.



 Are we ever fully in control?























I feel ready, I feel more alive 
























I am 

























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