Face On Face Film

Paint on Face. Face on Face.

paint on face in eyes

Face on Face; Vaseline, Acrylic and Poster Paint on Self and Swimming cap

Quick test run today for a video I'm starting work on.

I've become a bit stuck recently as to what I'm doing, So I've spent the last month reading. This is probably the first piece of work that I've done where I feel comfprtable with what I'm doing and have a vague idea of what I'm doing. Hoping to make prints of the images I've taken, along with the film, and presenting them in my Performance Art elective. Probably make some drawings/paintings from the prints.

It was interesting, as for a brief moment I was a sculpture, of sorts. also a painting. Now I have photographs, of either paintings or performances. It's all a bit confusing.

What I did learn from today was to use less vaseline as an undercoat, as it made the acrylic/poster paint break up. Then had a talk with my tutor about where to go from now. Truth be told, there's a lot of different ways I can go from this project, just need to sit down and focus. And make mistakes. It is very important that I stop worrying and make mistakes with my work, otherwise I'll never get anywhere.

Fingers crossed it all goes to plan.

face on face test

more to come

context/content and speaker's corner.

After discussing context/content of performance today, we were asked to go out and perform and record something. So myself, miles and michael decided to build some sort of structure allowing us to get out of the building's walls without using the doors. I didn't climb all the way over because I have absolutely no grace and could picture either the structure collapsing or me falling off and braking a limb.

As we had camera phones to hand, this was the most obvious choice to record the event. Although I suppose this blog is a good way of recording it too, as what you don't see from the photo is another bench diagonally leaning against the other two and two chairs supporting, basically the only thing holding everything together was friction. also I could say I ran up it, did a back flip and landed on the roof of a moving car, batman style.

you don't know. you weren't there. you should've been though.

Surprisingly, none of the building's security were bothered, had a quick chat with one who looked like a retired steven segal (couldn't be sure though, didn't see him run) who just seemed to find it all a bit amusing. Asked if we had permission, said no, shrugged it off and said be careful. A staff member came out and looked concerned. But said little. It was captured on film, and as soon as I get hold of it I'll post it up.

working on a film at the moment that' tying in with my painting work. Not going to say much in case it all goes hideously wrong but that's something to look forward to in the next week. I'm looking forward to doing it, as I still haven't got my head round to what exactly I'm doing in my main body of work this year, other than read books about old timey freak shows.

Also, on the 20th of this month I am to give a speech at Speaker's Corner in Hyde Park.

A Speakers' Corner is an area where public speaking is allowed. The original and most noted is in the north-east corner of Hyde Park in London, England. Speakers there are allowed to speak as long as the police consider their speeches lawful. Contrary to popular belief, there is no immunity from the law, nor are any subjects proscribed, but in practice the police tend to be tolerant ^[1] and therefore only intervene when they receive a complaint or if they hear profanity.

So that's the idea of speaking on behalf of the Cocking Fucking Cunt Party scuppered then.