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