CREATIVE WRITING The most powerful element is not how the words look but what they state, the meaning they hold. Words create stories, deliver emotions, articulate history and even paint a magical land in ones mind. Words can define history, one small step for man and one giant leap for mankind. The moon painted strait into your head through the language and power of words. The written language can be interpreted right and wrong. It can sometimes be easy to understand other times extremely difficult to brake down and comprehend. Swapping two words around in a sentence can alter the meaning dramatically, however does it read the same. Is this just a clever way of manipulating the intended interpretation or covering u the truth.
INTERVENTION A personal selection of my individual street art deigns which featured predominantly on the intervention, helping take this shadowed art form to its new location.
The intervening shadow in our mind; 3 adapted shadows printed on paper and presented to us, not quite the intervention we had planed. The shadows presented a source with obvious direction, too obvious for us. We walk the streets of the city, 5 hours pass, the dark looming shadow hangs above as we debate in the cold. The vibrant visuals and cultural smells of Brick lane trigger our sense of direction. There is art all around us, this is a place where the streets our covered in the voice of expression. The talent of street art hidden away in the shadows of the city. This art form stays within certain areas of the city as if it is restricted to the confinement of back alleys and rundown areas. This art form does not down grade your social class or drop your townâ€™s credibility. Lets bring the art out of the shadows, make people notice it and not allow it to be over shadowed anymore. We can take this street ethic to a new area, making people aware it has integrity. Lets take the cityâ€™s art form and shine a light on it, driving it straight out in to a new environment.
Intervention CALLUM BOWDLER OLI WHYBRA
INFO GRAPHICS This colour coordinated information graphic displays the most common letters featured at the beginning of surnames on the graphic design Year One register. The design is in alphabetical order and not only distinguishes how many names begin with each letter in the alphabet but also groups 77 students under their first letter.
GRAPHIC DESIGN YEAR ONE : SURNAMES
Developing the initial illustrated concept further I produced a series of bar graphs focusing on displaying further information on the subject of year ones alphabetic register. Bar graph.1 This focuses on the group of letters that collectively hold the same number of letters ie. two letters hold 7 names creating a group. This information helps distinguish that the mathematical mode of our alphabetical register as 1 and 3, the alphabetical mode is A.T.O.F.Y (each letter features 1name) and E.H.L.P.N (each letter features 3 names) the overall mode is A.T.O.F.Y.E.H.L.P.N Bar graph.2 The most common to least common first letters used at the beginning of surnames. Bar graph.3/4 HAD HELP DEATH TO RGB, CMYK. Information can end up informing a completely different message or displaying different contexts to its original intention.
R E L I T
UTOPIA / DISTOPIA . REALITY For this day task we were slap bang in the middle and our intentions where clear. We are neither utopian nor dystopian, we are ourselves, not you, not anyone else. We are our own people, reality, I state no utopia but state the unfortunate reality of dystopia. Our society is in the middle but will not be a negotiator. We donâ€™t take kindly to bribery.
MANIFESTO My manifesto was presented as a serious of statements that were spread through out Epsom. Each statement is designed to make the audience think and ask them self a question. Some statements were placed during the day and some at night. I wondered if the statements placed during the night would be noticed by the public on their rushed morning journey into work, or even if the statements would still be there at sun rise. Would the ever-growing restriction of law and order have removed the statements before they had a chance to be read? If only one person who had never read a manifesto was to read at least one statement it would be a success. Each one of theses statements when brought together forms the full manifesto unveiling its true contents.
1. ARE WE MEN OR MONKEYS WE ARE IDEALISTS, 2.OUR WORLD IS 97% RESTRICTED TO THE CONFINEMENT OF A 21CM LONG, BY 17CM WIDE SKULL, 3% OF OUR WORLD SITS AROUND YOU. 3. THERE IS NO UTOPIA!! UTOPIA CAN NEVER EXIST IN REALITY, WE ARGUE OVER THE PROMISED LAND, 4. I STAND HERE WE DEBATE, NO WE ARGUE OVER UTOPIAN IDEAS FOR THE PERFECT SOCIETY, WE DISCUS AND AGREE ON DYSTOPIAN SOCIETIES. 5. TO LUST, TO WANT, TO NEED, THE GRASS IS GREENER, NO IT’S JUST AS BROWN. 6. WE HOPE, WE PRAY, WHY DON’T WE LIVE AND NOT FIGHT FOR UTOPIA BUT WORK TOGETHER TO FIND THE BALANCE BETWEEN UTOPIA AND DYSTOPIA, 7. I HAVE FOUND IT FOR MY SOCIETY, 8. WE EMBRACE BOTH, WE ARE THE FINE LINE OF BALANCE, WE ARE NOT THE MIDDLEMAN. 9. THE FUTURISTS, THE MODERNISTS, THE CUBISTS THEY DEFINED THE PATH YOU WALK, NOW WE WILL CHANGE IT. 10. WE ARE THE LAND WHERE ORIGINALITY IS STILL POSSIBLE, THE SOCIETY THAT IS NOT PERFECT BUT NOT WRONG. 11. MANIFESTOS ARE NOT DEAD, NEW ART MOVEMENTS ARE COMING.
PACKAGING BRIEF This second collaborative group task saw a strong collection of ideas and concepts. The group worked well together and each member contributed equally. A large amount of time was spent sketching ideas and experimenting with the different aspects of all our ideas. As a group we were pushed towards an individual route by one tutor. This was to optimise and present five different ideas to the board.
The route we took and stuck to was promoting Thornton’s 100th birthday celebration this year. This new explosion of colour and flavour that was going to hit the shelves in response to GU and FRU would be presented as gift to the loyal and ever important customer base Thornton’s have acquired. A gift to you, from Thornton’s. Decoratively the outside displayed elegant vectored ribbon. As the box is unwrapped a second smaller container becomes visible. Plain smooth neutral colouring on the outside, with a surprising warm vibrancy of colour inside.
To you our finest customer enjoy this gift and celebrate with us the flavors of the future. Thank you for your support over 100 years we hope to continue to satisfies you, our number one customer. Yours sincerely
THE BOOK ABOUT A BOOK
Three weeks to create a book how generous. We wanted to do something big and this was our time to do it. The initial idea was to find an abandoned building and turn it into an interactive book to read, but you would have to step inside to read it. The outside would be the front cover, the rooms inside would be the pages. The hunt began for the perfect location. Breaking and entering became our daily and nightly task.
We thought we had the perfect location and building , however after much debate and logistical thinking we concluded to appreciate and experience the this book it would need to be seen firsthand by the naked eye, we felt no image could represent the experience we were trying to sell. The concept quickly developed into installing our own building in the representation of a corridor of rooms. Intensive development grew and we sought inspiration from the abandoned places visited, revisiting each place to acquire installation pieces.
ON THE RUN
A 28ft long by 4ft wide construction was proposed and an insight into getting a degree in health and safety! A one tenth of scale model was produced each individual board represented one 8ft tall by 4ft wide wooden board. The book about a book constructed, built and ready to be experienced. The concept of the book based on a diary extract of one man/ women’s struggle in life. Take a trip through the 6 room corridor walking through a visual of one’s struggle in life, read carefully and discover the shocking truth of the shattered mirror in the final room. All that is left of myself is a shattered reflection of myself, is this person you? Are you that deranged and disturbed you can’t see what is staring you in the face and lying to yourself.
CALLUM BOWDLER & DANIEL JARVIS There was a time when everything was perfect, they’re born, it was great, it was, yes, it was great, fantastic. I fucked it up, fucked it all up. They were so beautiful, ring a, ring a roses, ring a, ring a roses, ring a, ring a roses, ring a, ring a roses, that’s all I hear! That’s it; everything is the same, its burning my ears. Its all coming back, I’m out of money I cant get what I need, it’s the only thing that helps me, please oh god please I need it. Fuck, my arms shake; tick, tick, tick, that clock, tick, tick, tock, I pull the batteries out it still ticks. I’ve shed too many tears, hurt too much, I just need my fix. I don’t want the fix, they wouldn’t be proud of me, they never will be proud of me again. I’ll give my life, I’ll give my heart for you, just come back, I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just happened. I spend every day fighting the demons, I CANT FIGHT ANYMORE that’s all it is, fight, fight, fight. I’m losing, I lost, I have nothing, all I want is you. I held you in my arms, held you like you where a thousand lives for what, for me to stab the purity and innocence out of your fragile bones. The truth is covered up; it’s all taken, no more please. I try and hide the truth, the scars show my grief but they don’t tell the story, they just remind me of the pain and hurt. I have the pain and hurt I’ve caused you both. I lay in my own vomit, I lay in my own blood, I need it. I will eat from the sewer drink from the toilet just to get it. Money has gone, it’s out of grasp, and sometimes I feel I should just die. I wallow in self pity, I don’t deserve sympathy I probably can’t even fucking die. Ha death, it’s a small pathetic prospect for me ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, die, die, die! Yeh that would be good then I would be with you or I wouldn’t touch you, ha you’d finally feel safe, wouldn’t you! The only time I’m ever going to let you feel safe is in your wooden box ha, ha, ha! I’ll put you there! I have already put you there mentally, now physically. Oh I love you; you white brown filth, rush through my veins thin my blood, let me pour you into a pint and drink you. I’m on the run, run, run, run rabbit, I run. Tearing my skin on jagged bushes and unforgiving twisted metal, ha not as twisted as I have become. I don’t know why I run because I’m only running from something I can’t outrun, me! A shattered reflection is all I see of myself now, I stand in a dark room staring at the exit. Diary …………………………………………………………………………………. 25/03/11
THE LAB The lab was one of the most exciting things Iâ€™ve participated in at UCA in 2years. I have complained and stressed my dissatisfaction with how our university, no wait; art school has lost touch of the word Art. You have moody caretakers walking round, no wait; one moody caretaker walking round like he owns the place. It was beginning to feel like simply doing something creative was wrong, yes wrong! I came to art school (thereâ€™s that word again) to be free and jump at opportunity and the lab gave me and everyone else that opportunity for two weeks. For the first time in 2years I spent two whole weeks in university, why, because it was somewhere I wanted to be and enjoyed being. Talking to those I had not had opportunity to talk to and constantly being inspired by the exciting movements around me. I did not produce anything specifically for the lab, however I used the lab to display what I love doing and as a platform with an audience to produce a piece of work for independent practise which previously was going to be constructed in the garden, no not this time I had a studio and a studio for two weeks.
10 is the title of my independent practise, it the concept of development and continuing from where you last stopped. It is very much still under compilation but that is the beauty of 10. The overall outcome will be a series of handmade books each displaying 10 conceptual graphic art forms. Five existing pieces, and then five proposals. It will continue forward to my second year where five, new conceptual piece of work will be produced and five new proposals put forward which will then become reality after each semester. The process will continue and each serious of proposals becoming more and more ambiguous. I am really inspired by the mix of graphics and conceptual art and look to develop this intriguing collaboration. 10 aims to push the boundaries between the two. Iâ€™m sure there will be failure along the road but it will help learn how to collectively use these two skills together creating what is in my eye, a far more powerful visual than any other is this industry. A strong graphic layout is presented to counter balance the conceptual art forms again interlocking the 2 subject maters.
CITY LIFE City life is full of people rushing around forgetting to relax. Its Full of wishful thoughts longing to be on that tropical hot island abroad instead of standing on the pedestrian island trying to cross the road. with out being run down by the speeding metal contraptions.
Fame is a school picture of Paris Hilton. Our children are growing up wanting fame. The image is very innocent, but then what child isnâ€™t. Celebrity culture is worrying, why do people buy into it so much, do we just need people to gawp at
and talk about, or is it deeper. The word fame is half blocked out as the future is not set for this once innocent girl, or was it. It was important to place this image out of the ordinary it would have been too predictable to paste it on a wall and take a picture. Another reason for the location is by looking at the image from different angles she differs from looking happy to sad. The plants and leaves at different angles can appear to change her facial expression.
FREE MONEY Free money is one of the most successful and well received public art pieces I have ever produced. The government seems to have an open border policy towards illegal immigrants. Our country is an island, whichever way you go you will reach the coast, and the coast is the unofficial exit and more importantly the entrance. A ridiculous number of overseas nationals have come here, why?, we are such a small country, I open my arms to any foreign national stepping foot legitimately into Britain but to those who feed off our enormous benefits system I do not. I modified David Cameron’s head onto a large amount of fake £5 notes and buried some in the sand and displayed them around the art piece. The government are being generous to those who don’t deserve or need it and taking too much from those who can’t afford it, the deficit!
OFFICE MONKEY Stuck in a dead end job the walls a bleak drab colour, your only outdoor escape is the plant on your desk or fulfilling the need to smoke tar at lunch. Office monkey was about creating a claustrophobic workspace out of natural outdoors material which is the ultimate irony to the non outdoors worker. The installation was based on a graphic illustration produced prior to this construction. This illustration is replicated through a hand carved interpretation featured on the desk.
CAGED CHILDHOOD We all seem to hold onto our childhood, whether that’s a favourite game, teddy, and blanket or even middle-aged men playing with train sets. Caged childhood is the suspending of what we all hold onto, we can see it, remember it, maybe even hold it, but we will never quite get those memories back in the form of reality. We can never experience it again, how much are we holding onto? Could you fill the cage with all the items you’ve held onto and refuse to chuck, each item holds its own memory, its own story. Caged childhood was the most expensive piece of art I have ever produced, £100+ but it still amazes me how much you can get for free.