I did this a couple of weeks ago and decided originally not to blog it, however, in the spirit of transparency and remembering that this is the year of trying I have decided to let you - my lovely 10 :( followers - to feast your eyes upon the archaic stiffness of portraiture.
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Portraiture . . . Aaaaargh!
I did this a couple of weeks ago and decided originally not to blog it, however, in the spirit of transparency and remembering that this is the year of trying I have decided to let you - my lovely 10 :( followers - to feast your eyes upon the archaic stiffness of portraiture.
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Le Corbusier @ the Barbican
Until June a retrospective of the architect known as the father of modern Architecture is being held at the Barbican, which according to my tutor is a "truly atrocious space". Whilst trying my best to ignore the vulgar surroundings I observed his vast canon of work. I have nothing really to criticize about his actual buildings, not only because this would be blasphemous to any architect, but simply because they embody a theory that is still deeply engrained in the architecture of today. What struck me most poignantly was how his work encompasses so many different fields from poetry, writing, painting, photography through to furniture design. I love the idea that an architect must absorb themselves as much as possible in the culture and arts to understand the society that they are designing for.
"I am an acrobat of forms
creator of forms, player with forms.
Forms means to express all plastic emotion.
Form, expression and style of the mind."
- Le Corbusier
Friday, 13 February 2009
Tomatoes!
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Boom @ Royal College of Art . . .
Friday, 6 February 2009
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Unveiled @ Saatchi . . .
Slipped my way across London on the ice, whilst my school was closed, to visit this exhibition today. At points the themes of oppression and conflict by the middle eastern artists was hardly subtle yet there were certain pieces that struck an emotive chord with me: the most obvious being the empty tinfoil vessels of women in prayer by Kader Attias; as well as Halim Al Karim's haunting triptychs of photographs. (Phone pics again - will try not to forget camera next time!)
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