Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Friday, 16 September 2011

Whistle for flies

Issue 3 is out this week! I just dropped of a delivery to Wardour News, and copies are stocked in B Store, Charlotte Street News and Rococo News as well – more stockists coming very soon and it’ll be available to buy online over the next few days.

Friday, 6 May 2011

Neither warm nor cold

HOT & COOL ISSUE 2 OUT NOW.

Alice, Letty, Theo and I have been working on the magazine for the last few months, and it's finally in print and being distributed! It is stocked in Wardour News, Clare De Rouen books, bStore and Rococo News. More stockists to follow.

http://hotandcool.biz/ for preview inside the magazine and to buy online.

Friday, 20 March 2009

And Death and Hell were Cast Into the Lake of Fire

My grandfather on my Dad's side (his stepdad) was an artist, Patrick Procktor, of whom I have only memories of sly swear-words at the dinner table, the stain of cigarette smoke, and a life-size cast sculpture of an African head that Patrick always treasured. The careless butt of a still-smoking cigarette cast all around him in flames as they ate up his home before his eyes. I saw the blaze from our window, then the painful rasping as we ran through the streets towards it, then the shrivelled watercolours and nudes rescued in the weeks to come.

These are shots taken in those weeks in the carcass of the house.






http://www.independent.co.uk/news/obituaries/patrick-procktor-548695.html

Thursday, 19 March 2009

Pleasures of the Flesh

Around this time last year I was having a love affair with Yves Klein crossed with Hermann Nitsch and all his Vienna Actionist sordid pals, as well as a certain taste for meat (aesthetically, that is) and that strain of feminism that is pro-pornography - the ones that love a little hardcore female nudity.




I was also pretty heavily immersed in Marquis de Sade, Bataille and maybe a little Sacher Masoch, I'm not too sure anymore. This made for some extreme expanding of my horizons of the fantastically perverted.



So then images embedded in my brain from even longer ago, images from the New French Extremist cinema, started to surface: along the lines of a real time rape scene, S&M dungeons, and Beatrice Dalle and Vincent Gallo straining to satisfy their lust for caniballism.


Below are stills from the film I made - it was important that I directed myself: I always felt slightly strange about Klein's women being so central to his work whilst having no creative input.






I recently came across these cut-up images on Olivier Zahm's blog, which connect a lot in my mind to the heady cut-up mixture of meat and sexuality (flesh) - the living and the dead - that I was trying to achieve last year.



And so, in the ever-authorative words of the Bible:
"When lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death." (James 1:15)

And in the more relevant words of Bataille:
"Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death."

If this be the case, Bringeth Forth Death.