The universe is a dark forest. Every civilization is an armed hunter stalking through the trees like a ghost, gently pushing aside branches that block the path and trying to tread without sound. Even breathing is done with care. The hunter has to be careful, because everywhere in the forest are stealthy hunters like him. If he finds another life—another hunter, angel, or a demon, a delicate infant to tottering old man, a fairy or demigod—there’s only one thing he can do: open fire and eliminate them.
Just leaving this here for now, as it’s something i want to explore….
After a slight hiatus the mojo/muse came knocking at the door. Day 10 of taking a break from salt of the earth toxic company and I finally heard the call. The last 6 months in studio have been fruitless. Sure, some work has been created, but forced, no flow and mostly of angry dismembered naked female bodies against a pretty back drop. Been there done that, I lived through this lipstick smear shaven head period of the 90’s so..thanks brain. But that’s what stress does, doesn’t it? It slowly creeps in, becomes the norm and eats your joy.
I’m adoring the BLIND BOY pod cast, my new late night fantasy boyfriend with a shopping market bag in place of face.
So in attempts to find new grounding and a wee slice of happiness. I’ve taken time off the stress hampster austerity wheel and decided to do something that felt right for me, instead of the right thing.
This is the first bit of anything that’s made me feel good & in the flow of creativity for a long while. So thought I’d share and raise a glass to more of fucking that.
Mucho love muchachos. X X
Bod Jamen curated the Holloway show, which put a formidable group of people together. The big cats were on display. A good 150 turned up on a Tuesday. The highlight for me was meeting the two front line folk that ran the Ringcross center. True to the bone of what caring and help in the community should be about. Delores, a lovely 3 decades in the trenches of social care ran the entries and had invited a group of young people from the local teen homeless center. I had the privileged of showing them around, talking art and hopefully allowing them to feel welcome.
Susan Merrick, a proper artist and front line fighter was there in full force.
Politics aside, a good night with a good heart.
I do need to learn to look less spooky and weird in front of the camera…
We’re getting ready to rumble for HACKNEY WICK ART JUMBLE. One of a kind #cushions #cards #protester prints #sinisterpussy. All proceeds go towards wine & libations for SINISTER PUSSY staff party. Festive Art Jumble Sale Hackney Wick @GROW, 98C Wallis Road, Main Yard, Hackney Wick
E9 5LN London, Saturday 1-5, https://www.facebook.com/events/988169431321036??ti=ia #GROW, #HackneyWick #cwstubbs
..Hackney Wick Art Jumble this Saturday, I’ve got Sinister Pussy cushions; one of a kind Crimbo cards, renegade protest prints, beautifully framed mirrored MRI brain scans, original paintings that need a new home, all perfect gifts for the one you love or hate…
I am happy to announce that I have been chosen as one of 40 artists by @NastyWomenLondon and @CreativeDebuts to exhibit in Nasty Women’s first exhibition in London, UK.
To celebrate the International Day of Peace on 21 September, part of the money raised from the exhibition will be donated to Rape Crisis England and Wales and Women for Women International to protect women’s rights worldwide. Come and show your support from 7pm on 21 September! #NastyWomenLDN
How others perceive us has been a long held preoccupation, never more so with the ease and speed of today’s narcissistic selfie obsessive with access to any number of media platforms. Charlotte’s interest in deconstructing our sense of self led her to examine the ‘beauty of our own minds’ and potential of the ‘internalized selfie’. Using the brain of the infamous VJ DeepVisual, Charlotte creates a series of images of fleeting instances as seen on his MRI CT scan. These snapshots of time and even thoughts at the point of forming, create the basis for this body of new work allowing us to question identity from a different and little seen perspective, that of our internal physiology. CW Stubbs enjoys bringing beauty to subjects that are often disturbing or uncomfortable. Using vibrant colour to seduce the viewer and stark, uncompromising imagery, she challenges our perception of the narrative truth from multi-media sources.