Glasgow

I am just wondering why so many people form glasgow have looked at my blog recently - maybe you could let me know - ajmoesby@googlemail.com

Cow

Cow Head

Penguin

Rain Man

Sheep

I have been experimenting making simple cards. Here are a few early ones.

Newcastle Gateshead Artfair

Since getting a space in the Shed Gateshead I have been wrestling with the notion of being a business - though i struggle with this notion as there feels to me a difference in aesthetic of making something that needs to be made - coming from within - and creating something as a product before it's taken form. In this i am spending the weekend at the Newcastle Gateshead Art Fair. http://www.ngartfair.com/ The work is up(mostly) and now the things which i feel in deficit of begin - like the networking/selling/marketing etc.

Who?

Another image from my thinking about the future by looking into the past. I wish this piece could breathe a bit more.

Naked Skin

I have been reviewing my images, trying to put things in context for thinking about how to progress once I move into the Shed Gateshead (studios). Reflecting on my time in the Waygood where I had a development residency. This seems kind of incongruous now.

Snowed In II

The Lane on the way to the Signpost. One of the last prints at Carlisle - unfortunately the AA2A has come to an end. Fabulous experience that it was.

Parliament

Stigma, 2010

Common words associated with Fire Bricks are Insulation, Protection, Shield. Legislation alludes to similar constructs. Unfortunately there are those who still choose to stigmatise and discriminate against ‘Others’ who are different. Our language is perjorative, with ‘What is wrong with…?’ still in common usage. To stigmatise is to mark out or brand. Those with disabilities have always been marked out or branded, separated or ‘cleansed’. From exile to extermination everyone gets burnt by stigma.

One fire brick is: 14cm x 7cm x 3cm and weighs approximately 170grams

(photograph courtesy of Alex Beaton Photography)

Another Time Another Place

Trekking III

Trekking II

Trekking

All the things I lost No.s 7- 15

Those Pesky Cyanotypes

A long time ago I made a series of blueprint text works - some went into the Royal London Hospital in Whitechapel. I had forgotten how difficult they were to do till i re-tried the process.

Proto Ouch

This was the first version of Ouch - just found it in the back catalogue.

Once a Catholic

Communcation

In the modern world we have ways of keeping communication to a minimum or controlling it. I feel it has become cheapened or under valued. We don't really communicate anymore really. We text cos it avoids real contact (i know the argument of it's the economics etc of language), we can filter our e-mails to only allow some people through. No one writes letters anymore. We dump by text, we reject through e-mails.....This one is for Volker as promised.

Letterpress, 2010.

The embossing on this paper was difficult to scan - apologies for image

ON THE BRINK

We all get there at various times in our live s for a multitude of reasons. Sometimes we need to go there and only realise why when we are safely back away from it (the brink). Right now I wish there was more space around the days, that might keep me from straying too close.

Extension

The good news at the moment is I have received an extension to my AA2A in Carlisle. I have been loving my time in the Print Room but because i was ill before christmas i am no where near my 100 hours. However, even though the photography is happening next week - 1 hour in a professional studio - i still have stuff to document. It is going to be such a luxury having a professional photographer to document my work.

This changes much about my overall opinion of my experience. i was thinking i have not made the most of it - what with illness and then loads of work - which is great but then i can't go to Carlisle if I am working. It's that catch 22 of a brilliant opportunity becoming more low calorie than it need be because life gets in the way. But now i can continue so that's brilliant.

And when i say it's not been made of the most of, i have still experimented and made stuff, and one of the pieces went into the Government Collection - so it's not all bad. In fact it's been great.

Go Home

Putting More Meat on the Bones

I just love this font. It was lying unloved gathering dust. I dusted it down, showed it some love et voila

Cliche?

Letterpress. 2010.

I am obsessed by relationships, psychodynamics, inter and intra psychic conflict. I want to know what makes relationships tick, work, fail, how they start, why they finish. I collect those stories like others collect butterflies or stamps or cornflakes.

Is this a cliche cos no one says it anymore? Has anyone ever said to you -

'You don't make me feel like I'm a woman(man) any more!)?

Guilt

Letterpress. 2009.

What can I say?