Saturday, 4 July 2009

New Exhibitions


I am taking part in two exhibitions as part of an MA group

Our group name is Os Nove which means The Nine in Portuguese Vanda who is part of our group suggested this name and is herself from Portugual.

Please click onto our group site for more information.

Thursday, 26 March 2009

Save the Vulcan Pub


The Vulcan is a Victorian pub built in 1853 and is due to be knocked down in june 2009.

There is not much of old Cardiff left due to new developments. Please sign the petition to save the Vulcan at this blog;

http://www.save-the-vulcan.blogspot.com/



Saturday, 21 March 2009

Where are you between? Atruim show 2009

I have been involved in a show at the Atrium entitled Where are you between? translated from the Welsh Blerwytirhwng? the subtitle is Nine artists interventions.


The brochure introduces the exhibition as follows:

The nine exhibiting artists, all masters students on the MA Art Practice Course at the University of Glamorgan seek to infiltrate the tempo of the Atrium foyer space through their work by making site specific interventions rather than traditional, discrete artwork. Our society, as a whole, is dependent and adept at 'reading' visual images of a persuasive, entertaining or instructional nature. This exhibition aims at being provocative, celebratory, subversive and enabling through visual means. The central question raised by the work on show is identity, that is to what or whom do we owe allegiance as individuals, groups or society? Where would we place ourselves when forced to take a stand? Who should we believe and how is the past evident in the present?

The Atrium space for all its clean architectural form is the opposite of the 'white cube' sanctified to display art; the functionality and business of the space at ground level is positively hostile to the contemplation of a painting or sculpture, the cavernous height might easily dwarf any artifact of modest scale. The challenges and constraints of the building have been positively embraced for the creative impetus they provide. While some of the work is more immediately visible, other pieces are deliberately incidental, quietly making their mark.

This is how I described my work in the brochure. Please see MA Fine Art website www.glamasters.wordpress.com


Title: if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. Corinthians 13

Isobel draws parallels to a now changing throw away culture with the treatment of outcasts or marginalized people, such as the mentally ill or homeless. She sees people in these groups as excluded from society. Rather than eliciting pity or charitable attitudes she wishes to place these people in a position of power and authority redressing this imbalance.

Thursday, 5 February 2009

Invisible man

I've made these images to represent the mental ill as invisible to society and a loss of identity.








Friday, 23 January 2009

Dissertation Arrrh! Its that time of year

I'm writing a dissertation. Not too confident about but I finally have the title with the help of my tutor.

The title is: Madness and the loss of identity has been a reaccuring theme in Western Art and the Modern Period. How has it been documented, represented and invented in relation to woman, her otherness and The Other and can the manner of depiction and the contexts of looking and viewing alter preconceptions and open up possibilities for identification and emphathy.

Phew! I have created a list of texts and images I am looking at in order to investigate my question.

Basically I have to look at how representations of madness have been:
  • Documented
  • Re-presented- madness presented by the artist or author.
  • Invented- examining how the artist/author has constructed madness in an image.

Then examine examples of these three categories through methodologies and theories for example through authors Jacques Lacan and Michel Foucault.

Thursday, 22 January 2009

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Delusions

I am working on ideas that relate to the experience of having delusions. Which can be very frightening, illuminating, exciting and in general confounding.



I am also writing my dissertation on the representations of madness. Heres an image of the sort of idea I am working on.






A story about delusions

Here is a story about the experience of having a delusion. I have changed tack again and want to explore delusional experiences instead of portraits because I think representing the mentally through their physionomy alone is inappropiate and cliched.




Tony


It was a cold night like any other. I didn’t feel cold walking past the infirmary, because I was kept warm, by light of 6 billion brilliant flames, burning from every soul on the planet.
Jesus Christ was taking me to the Borough, for a drink. Would you believe he was in disguise as my friend Tony all along, I was amazed too, but it all made perfect sense.
He had a goatee and long hair.
As we walked along the street, he occasionally looked up, he was showing me all the things that belonged to me, from the buildings, to the stars, burning in honour of me. He didn’t say anything and we carried on walking. As the cars drove past, he looked at them now and then, this was to indicate which were carrying people I new in past lives. He looked really cold, but I knew this was another lesson, he was symbolically showing me the suffering I had gone through, to get to this point of realisation.
The air was so sharp and thick with magnificence, time had stopped. He was slowing down and rummaging in his pockets, ‘oh my God’ I think he is going to pull out an engagement ring, Jesus was going to make me divine officially. It was a cigarette, he put it in his mouth and produced a blue swan lighter. I realised this meant I was Mary, the colour blue made this true and the flame was everlasting light ‘AMAZING’ he draws in the smoke deeply, he was actually drawing in my very essence into his being, this meant we were married. WOW!
The world the Universe, everyone and everything in it was now mine, I was their Queen. I wondered with great anticipation what was waiting for me at the pub, some kind of
engagement party and coronation.
As we walked we stepped in unison and I linked my arm with his. We entered Queen Street, of course it was actually a promenade for this occasion. The pub was quite full with people all waiting for me, everyone turned to look at me as we entered.
Jesus went to bar and got the drinks, two pints of lager. The lager was actually gold and I took a sip, Jesus had a big mouthful, I clinked his glass in celebration. I smiled from ear to ear. My mind expanded and fragmented into billions points of light, I thought I might shatter.
Jesus went to the jukebox, he put some songs on that were written in my honour. ‘Insane in the membrane’ came on and a glass smashed behind the bar, everyone started cheering sarcastically, ‘Oh my God’, it’s a trick, a set up, my blood ran ice cold, the world actually hated and detested me, ‘IT WAS A BIG JOKE.’ I started to notice people laughing at me, terror set in, I looked at Jesus ‘OH NO’ he’s not Jesus, he’s the devil, the ‘goatee’. I looked into his eyes, they were, green and pin pricks. The drink is urine, I was in real trouble beyond measure. The muscles in my bottom started to contract, my heart was beating like a mouse and my stomach churned. I went to toilet and was sick. I came back, he was watching every move, as I sat down very slowly, his hand reached for mine. I felt freezing cold skin penetrate mine, I wanted to scream. I sipped my drink and became a bit more relaxed.
The epic adventures continued until medication stopped them. Now Tony is no longer Jesus, or the devil, although he still bears a resemblance, he is just a man and a good friend and I am just a person like any other.
On the one hand, I grateful that the medication takes away the terror, but I miss the connection I had with the universe and the world.

Saturday, 8 November 2008





I am working on a project with portraits. I am hoping to depict the subjects inner imaginative life by placing them out of context








Saturday, 19 July 2008

Drawing of John Lennon



I've been practicing drawing portraits as I am going to try and focus on them for next term.

So I have been drawing alot of different faces I think this was the best of the famous faces I've been drawing.

I thought of looking at faces across the board from both sides of the social spectrum.

Friday, 6 June 2008

Drawings continued

Thursday, 5 June 2008

What have been the changing roles and representations of the fool in art?

This was the title of my essay. Here are some extracts and images from this essay.





Introduction

What is the definition of a fool? The Collins dictionary defines the fool as 1. Silly, empty-headed person 2. Dupe 3. Simpleton or 4. Jester, clown. The fool is a rich and complex archetype and draws on all these definitions. This label, like the sign in semiology has many variations and lives in the collective imagination or unconscious.
One variation of this title is the fool as a symbol, used to represent the follies of mankind.










To conclude and to sum up the role of jester, I have drawn on the following quote;
JESTER, An officer formerly attached to a king's household, whose business it was to amuse the court by ludicrous actions and utterances, the absurdity being attested by his motley costume. The king himself being attired with dignity, it took the world some centuries to discover that his own conduct and decrees were sufficiently ridiculous for the amusement not only of his court but of all mankind. The jester was commonly called a fool, but the poets and romancers have ever delighted to represent him as a singularly wise and witty person. In the circus of to-day the melancholy ghost of the court fool effects the dejection of humbler audiences with the same jests wherewith in life he gloomed the marble hall, panged the patrician sense of humour and tapped the tank of royal tears“.-Ambrose Bierce, Devil's Dictionary quotes
To discover what are the changing roles and representations of the fool in art I have looked at the following artists and examples of their work The Ship of Fools by Bosch The dwarf Sebastian De Morra by Velázquez, Beggarman, blind man, thief by Donovan, Liberty brothers permanent daily circus by Charles, these five images ranging from the 15th century to the present day. Examining the fools costume and it’s symbolism in images, that has developed from a contemporary dress in the 15th century of the fool performer in art, to its historical referencing in contemporary art. Also the fools depiction in images as a symbol for the follies of mankind, drawn on by artists from the popular satire of immorality from the poem; Das Narrenschiff. The historical, religious and political context of the fool is his place in the hierarchy of the court structure and his outsider status. The categories of fool are innocent, clever, trickster and performer personalities, all these categories add to the rich symbolism and associations we have of the fool. Artworks reference the fool as a character with qualities associated with the various types. The fool archetype seems to belong to the male gender and raises the question, Why are women not associated with the fool character? And is this because of gender differences? or something in the unconscious?
The representations of the fool has not changed much over time the man in society can become a fool if his actions and activities are unacceptable and therefore can be amusing and stand for the folly of men that seems to about respectability, hierarchy status and power. Although there may be expectations to the rule, a man can refer and believe a man to be a fool while you would rarely hear a woman be referred to as a fool, especially by a man. It is also rare to see a woman performing a fool.
The role and representations of the fool has been through men to show weakness in the character of mankind, to entertain and amuse and to speak unpalatable truths. He exists on many levels recognisable in art by his dress and conduct as any sort of behaviour that is not respected. A fool is “A male person commonly known in America as a "crowned head," although he never wears a crown and has usually no head to speak of“.-Ambrose Bierce, Devil's Dictionary quotes

Other images from new project






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New project


I have started my new project for the next year of college which is working from photos of service users.

Sunday, 1 June 2008

Images of final work from exhibition 2008



Here are some images of the final work in our MA exhibition





I call this piece as a body altar, it also has text in the head box that refer to text in the main body.











This is a suspended figure in front of a painting of a corridor at the Rawnlay Unit

























































These images are of the final pieces and details of my work.

I am not entirely happy with it but I have felt it was a very useful experimental time, exploring the themes and issues of mental health and illness. I don't think my idea of 'mad chic' was easy to read.

This is something that is important to me because I want people to relate to my ideas about 'madness' and some of the various levels of mental illness as it can effect almost anyone at any time in their lives. I think it is a universal theme.



For the next year I want to concentrate on portraits of the characters that are my friends who are service users.













Final work in exhibition 2008



I have just finished my first year in my MA course.




Here are some of the images from the show.


This image I refer to as a body altar and I have included images of details of this piece



Friday, 28 March 2008

New images for my project

Here I've produced some new images for my project on 'Mad Chic' with some friends as models see further down for details.

My tutor suggested I explore the decorative in representing reality and fantasy. I emphasized the patterns on her pyjamas to create a motif. Like icons details are important it also defines the figure.



Wednesday, 26 March 2008

Memories of Hospital 2000

During a stay in hospital I kept a sketch book of drawing and other peoples poems thoughts etc here are some of them







Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Why do we have to co-ordinate?


Why do we have to co-ordinate?

I am interested as part of mental health themes, boundaries in society.
Image is important more now than ever and we judge each other on how we look. 'First impressions count' I often wonder why we are so hard on each other.

I have recently watched a news article on Beatniks in the 1960's the attitudes were that they were unexceptable in society because of their clothes and long hair.

See the video to the right of this page of Wizz Jones in 1960

Today it seems we have a similar attitude for looking exceptable, in the celebrity world it has gone to the extreme, where you cannot have a hair out of place.

Why are we so strict about our appearance?Why can't we wear what we want wherever we want?If a person was to wear a fancy dress costume to work and it wasn't a special day he/she would be deemed as 'mad'We only have one life, why are we so judgemental, embarrassed and fearful about how we or others look?

Shamanism and Schizophrenia

The title of my original idea was Schizophrenia and Shamanism.

Schizophrenia is a mental disease where the sufferer can experience hallucinations delusions and voices which are called positive symptoms and on the other side of the coin they can suffer emotional 'flattening' a condition like depression and social withdrawal and self neglect.

Shamanism is an ancient tribal spiritual practice where the Shaman would heal sick members of their community by means of ritual and herbs. the Shaman would be connected and have ability to converse with spirits in the spirit world and can illicit their help in healing and hunting. I had heard and read some time ago that it was thought that people with schizophrenia are natural shamans and would be initiated into shamanism under the Shamans guidance.

Visions at tea time



I started exploring the idea of Shamanism and Schizophrenia and it developed towards altars and sacred space as a way of presenting images.


The image below is a girl as St Dymphna (the patron saint of mental illness). I didn't feel this worked because many people thought it was supposed to be the Madonna. How would anyone know otherwise? So I felt at this point I was getting a bit stuck I was exploring too many big themes

Evolving Minds

I discovered this site while looking for information on shamanism and schizophrenia they have a really good film on Shamanic practices while coping with the illness http://www.evolving-minds.co.uk/

The insane as Romantic heroes?



The insane as Romantic heroes?

I have just finished a presentation at college entitled



The insane as Romantic heroes? Portraits by Théodore Géricault 1819-23



I thought this might be of interest to some.



Romanticism is a movement between 1750-1850 that reacted to the restrictions in society also to excessive logic and reason with the opposite dynamic of feeling, nature, imagination, spirit etc



I have been anyalsing Portraits of the insane painted by Géricault between 1819-23 of inmates of the French asylum La Salpêtrière in Paris.



These people suffered from monomania- which is described in the dictionary as excessive preoccuption with one thing.



These portraits were commisioned by the doctor Etienne Jean Georget
I compared these portraits with a portrait of a Romantic hero of the time Napoleon Bonaparte by Gros.



Comparing Gazes, backgrounds and hands

Van Gogh portraits

John Martyn small hours 1978

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St Dymhna as shaman

St Dymhna as shaman

A story by Izzy

Live Forever

Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there lived a beautiful and spirited woman, who was like a wild flower.

Her hair contained the most incredible dreams and wonderful magic spells, from the most beautiful parts of the earth and from the edges of the solar system.

The wind of the East fell deeply in love with her and played through her lovely locks, it became such that she could command the weather.

One day the wind spoke to the smoke of her cigarette and told it to cling to each and every strand of her beautiful hair.
The cigarette smoke obeyed the wind and saturated through everyone of the golden threads and began to decay from within.


The bright sunshine of her days began to grow dimmer and colder and she was dragged deep under ground and was sent to Whitchurch Castle in the clouds.

Here she battled tooth and nail with demons and dragons. Spoke with angels and had untold adventures with good and evil.

The beautiful dreams that dwelt in her hair, turned into terrifying nightmares.

She went to the well to wash her hair, but the water would not cleanse or renew it. The sun refused to shine upon it and the saddest of all, the wind no longer wanted to play with it.

So the young woman by this time, had become a princess, scraped back her beloved hair into a ponytail and the gold sunshine began to grow out, taking her dreams and magic spells with it.

The Castle keepers were worried about her and so gave her a magic potion to rid the evil smoke that had claim of her hair.
An eternity came and went and she grew older.


One clear day the smoke had finally gone once and for all.

She was banished from the kingdom of Whitchurch and was now expected to toil the fields with the good men and women of the outside world.

She was now mortal and pined for the Easterly wind to play with her again, but he no longer loved her.

One cold morning, she had an idea to attract him back to her, so she sat at her mirror and plaited her hair into strands and put coloured ribbon on the ends to bind them.
Would he notice her again?


With her hair plaited, he would see a string of golden tears that she cried over missing him so much.

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Now she lives in a little hut in the village and has worn her hair in plaits for 2,000 years.


One day she hopes it will be unravelled, when he remembers where he left his sunny days and warm nights with her on the moon.
The End


Illustration for story Live Forever

Illustration for story Live Forever
This is a drawing of the character in a story I wrote for a digital story telling course with the Four Winds

Bay Girls

Bay Girls
This is a drawing of two of my neighbours

Zippo face warmers

Zippo face warmers