HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!!



Have a read, I was nearly sick on myself with anguish and excitement!!!



Womble country




Had a peek at Song Dongs: Waste not at the Barbican centre this weekend and it was a delight!

Words are failing me today (even more so than usual) but if you enjoy obsessive collection and sad but uplifting stories go and have a gander.


Say no to signed Urinals

When I was a young, ultra gammy girl (this is the post talking to tissues in the playground era), my aunty and I went to Tate Modern. She’d taken me around the National Gallery more times than I could remember and so far, Picasso had been as contemporary as I’d got. It took a few trips to the Tate for me to look past the crap that is the signed Duchamp urinal and find a couple of crevices filled with pure wonder.

The first was Cy Twombly. And the second was Christian Marclay’s Video Quartet. I sat and watched this on a loop for what seemed an eternity. I would then drag my aunty back to Tate Modern just to go and watch it again and again. Without pulling out the most cliche statement in the world (I’d like to add that cliches were created for a reason….created…..hmm not really created….surely they were not created but just officially acknowledged after great repitition?? Answers on a postcard)…..it was one of the most memorable, captivating experiences and completely engrossed me. I’d never seen anything like it. And when I have moments of doubt about anything really, I just wish I could go and sit in a room with this amazing amazing amazing film and just watch and listen t my hearts content.

Sadly, there is no good footage of it on youtube or on a website. And I don’t know what part of the world that that little roll of film is being shown in. But please bring it back to London soon. Here is a badly filmed excerpt by an amateur audience member anyway.



A hot pot of LEDs

I also went to see the Kusama at the weekend. I found it a little overwhelming, but I think that’s mainly because I was tired and hadn’t had enough caffeine (that’s all it takes to make me aggy). In fact I’ve got the caffeine shakes right now, so I’ll keep this brief so I can go and attack the CaffeTiere (?spelling?).

I loved her early, quite surrealist type drawings. And for this room alone I am glad I went. It was a pretty sublime experience. Although it would have been better if I was the only one in there.

Hell is other people. Cue Sartre and Mozzalini.


Jezzer D and his Joy In Morrissey

Ok, so technically this is not the exhibition title. But Jeremy Deller knows where it’s at when it comes to melancholic melodies of the 80s. Although the sheer volume of content of his Joy in People exhibition is a little overwhelming and pretty exhausting, that content also provided a great deal to draw inspiration from. The archiving and reenactment of recent history, creating art from everyday activities, collecting and amassing of fan art and hobbyists, creating slogans and non-statements on a huge public scale… Deller’s teenage fanaticism for celebrating the mundane has somehow touched a nerve with me to the point of a wry and knowing smile currently inhabiting my face.

Perhaps it’s my slight obsession with the 80s, or the brooding teen angst that has loomed over me for most of my life (not solely my teenage years, but from the age of roughly eight to 22…) but Deller’s bedroom setup in particular drew me in like a moth to the nostalgic flame. Damn being born into the wrong generation. I was destined to be 17 in 1984, and write poetry by candlelight in a darkened room……… and have a name like Hugo or Dexter.


Yayoi Kusama

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! went to the Yayoi Kusama exhibition running at Tate Modern this weekend and it gave me the yearny,  burny chest and sinus fire. Watching Kusama’s Self Obliteration video filled me with the overwhelming anguish that we are not free and that I’ll forever be trapped by my inhibitions. It also made me realise that I am willing to throw myself into the flames and live for Art.

The sheer quantity, obsessiveness and diversity of Kusama’s work is awe inspiring. All of which seems to be centered around her fears and psychological complexes in what appears to be a cathartic manner. She has managed to constantly evolve and progress while staying true to her own unique vision. For me the whole exhibit radiated a powerful sense of human insignificance and fear but also filled me with awe at her tenacity and dedication. Kusama’s got balls, I need to get some.

Go see for yourself! this Exhibit runs at Tate Modern until June 5th.