Wednesday, 16 July 2014

One New Thing

I'm starting again.

I fell out of love with writing and blogging and I want to fall in love with it all over again.
So I'm going to try something a little different but in the same vein and leave this little blog floating in the ether for a while.

Therefore you can now find me at : www.my1newthing.blogspot.com

One new thing. Every damn day.

Love you all x

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Morning

the breaking light
shatters old thought
with silvery shards of the new,
inserting itself under the skin 
of the morning. 
transient dewdrops
shimmer and shiver as the searching
fingers of sunlight seek them out
with murderous intent,
barely born, such short lives they live. 

8th June 2014

Friday, 2 May 2014

Doodler's Corner - Print Kitchen

It's about time I sort my life out and get Doodler's Corner on the go again! I have an inbox full of wonderful people's work and just haven't had the time to do anything with it whilst moving house/starting a new job. NOW IT'S TIME!! 

This week I bring you the fantastic printing talents of Karys Munns, aka Print Kitchen. Her designs are fun and fresh and would look great in anyone's happy home :)

This amazing print was inspired by my tattoo!!!!

Who are you, where do you come from and what do you do?

Hello! I’m Karys, I live in the sunny South West in Torbay and I’m an Art Technician by day teaching students how to Screenprint...and a Print Maker by night!



Who/What influences what you create?
I always tend to come back to the same themes within my work, which mostly revolve around the idea of the scavenger and collector. One of the most interesting series of pieces I worked upon at university was using the dust, hair and detritus from inside vacuum bags which I used in a series of monoprints – they created the most intricate and idiosyncratic marks. My favourite anecdote is to tell people I wrote my dissertation on Dust, although it’s not exactly a party topic!
My experiences of working in unusual London galleries also influences my art practice, from working in an all performance art gallery– when events were held of one off art performances I really felt as if I was part of something amazing. Additionally working in a gallery hidden in the disused underground tunnels, not only was the atmosphere amazing, but was incredible in complete darkness when a resonance choir filled the space.
These days I am a world away from these galleries and tend to find my influences through my Tumblr dashboard! When I see something I really like I print it off and put it above my desk at work where I sit near enough 8 hours a day! I ponder them more than I would a passing glance online and it tends to spark off new ideas for my own pieces.
(See picture of desk!)



How do you decide on a subject for a piece of work?
At the moment with my etsy shop it literally is what pops into my head. Some days I just pick a random letter and think of something fun that begins with that. Other days I will think about what my friends love and do a print to do with that, then surprise them with it! My work colleague Beth has gotten quite a few owl prints on her desk that way!




What's been the most exciting thing that's happened in your career so far?
Being in an art performance which I was picked for and ended up being photographed and filmed for the official Press Release. I felt very cool and a HUGE poster of me was up on the side of the gallery! As a thank you the artist gave me an original of his work with an official certificate of authenticity and ownership with my name on!



What made you choose art as an outlet for your creativity?
That’s a really difficult question to answer as I feel like I don’t know any different anymore!



If you weren't an artist what job would you love to do?
I do enjoy my current job as an Art Technician with being a Print Maker on the side but there is one job I would kill for! I would absolutely love to work on the themeing for Theme Park rides and scenery. That would be living the dream for me and combining my two passions!



If you could do any job in the world for just one day what would you choose?
When I was younger I really wanted to be the co-driver in a rally car! I blame my upbringing of watching a lot of motorsport with my older brother and dad for that! So I would definitely give that a go for a day!



Whose work do you admire and want to adorn your walls?
I really love the work of Anthony Burrill, and you may notice one of his printed on the wall above my desk which says “Work Hard and Be Nice To People” a motto I couldn’t agree to more! I also love the artwork, temporary nature and materiality of fanzines.



What’s the best thing about doing what you do?
It’s just so much fun..and I make the rules! I love making only a maximum 5 screenprints of each design, I don’t like the idea of art being mass produced and this way it keeps it fresh with new designs constantly added to my etsy. It’s not making my living and is so enjoyable for me to do so I only sell them for between £5-12 which hopefully makes it fun, unique and affordable art!



What does the future hold for your work?
Hopefully I will carry on with my shop making and selling new prints every week. It’s great to be able to make an illustration and screenprint of absolutely anything and not having to worry about fitting a brief. I would however love for this to open more doors for me creatively and end up designing my own line of stationary or homewares.


Huge thanks to Karys for taking the time to answer the Doodler's Corner questions! I hope you love her bright and breezy work as much as I do :)

You can find more of her wonderful prints in the Print Kitchen Etsy shop
and on the Facebook page

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Worms

Where are the happy ever afters? presently I noticed
how much we walked in sync when
heading down the paths before us
and yet we each took a different fork.
it's hard to hold someone's hand when your fingers
want to wiggle around like worms and dig their way
into the earth where they'll be safe
and never cut off.
I scuff my shoes along the ground each time I find
myself thinking about the might-have-beens in
this tangle I call my life, it makes the earth
seem firmer and stops me thinking that I'm stood
on the edge of a precipice and I'm wondering
would it hurt if I just jumped?
I breathe and I eat and I try to close my eyes to pretend to sleep.
Is this what they call living?
When I dream, I'm normal.

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Musical Interlude

These ladies have the most beautiful voices. 
The end.

New job, new house, old problems....

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France

I don't deal well with change. I am very good at making it seem like I do though. I smile, I give great answers to questions but inside I feel like I'm full of eels writhing their worry filled bodies around my internal organs. It's not pleasant and that's putting it mildly!

I'm currently in the middle of a spate of changes. I just started a new job (which I love but because there is so much to learn I worry I am not good enough for it) and am about to move into yet another new house (which I am nowhere near ready for!). These two changes have combined forces, like baddies in comic book movies, morphing into one enormous foe that I am desperately battling. Like all battles, there are casualties. Currently I'm on antibiotics for an infection and keep having nosebleeds.....this is NOT fun. My body seems to take change very personally, throwing a hissy fit and giving me all sorts of crap for not being settled and calm. Bastard. 

One of my biggest hopes is that one day I'll be able to cope with change in a less physical way...it'll just wash over me like a power shower, take away all the shitness and leave me feeling new and refreshed. 
After all, in the immortal words of Kim Jong Il......
change is inevitable.

Monday, 14 April 2014

Boxes

These memories used to be on walls,
on shelves, in eye lines.
Wrapped up in last weeks headlines,
Deadlines closing in like nets
I fret, I fret and then forget
where I put this and that and yet.....and yet
I hope that when I fish them out there are no chips,
No breaks in my precious glimpses back in time,
These are mine. These are mine.
Dull and divine, no scales to tip the balance
of my rememberings, these things are mine
to give and take, to feel and hold and place on
walls, on shelves, in eye lines.