New large rocket to Sooki song double act starting up.
2 big mdf bits for drilling up outside somewhere. Aiming to have near complete end of november…

I wanted to have somewhere to paint. a room of my own as it were, somewhere outside or beyond the recycling hallway. Being amongst the bottles and trash was fine and appropriate for a few years, but it came to a point that i wanted to reach out beyond. I looked for months, small child-man in tow, apparently you can pay a mortgage’s worth for a small desk in hackney, not i. I still struggle with the idea of having a studio, a place that is mine, i love it, i am rarely there, i want it to be so much more. i want to lay down astro turf, and fake sunlight, and chaise lounges. But the truth is, its just me and some blank walls and room to paint, to create and imagine, to put down the fantasies in my head and hopefully make them alive. carpet and concrete. tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.
At the height of the 2o minute workouts, when i was in the dewy days of my youth. Back when terrorists only took over planes and UN buildings, I made this piece of work. An unrequited love of mine (known as PFJ PrimoFuckingJerk to my friends) would comment how strange it was , that someone that would make art like this would be into aerobics.
Sure I’ve spent a good deal of my life chain smoking and drinking. But one must embrace both the dark and the light in order to truly grow, adapt, thrive, survive. Survival is key.
Was thinking of this on my way to rhythm cycle the other morning. Fuck I hate aerobics and I don’t smoke anymore. The truth is, I can sometimes walk an overly sensitive passionate tendency towards self loathing/desperation/depression, and yoga/running/stupid aerobics lets me embrace my demons without letting them push me over the edge. Otherwise we can all get to trapped in our own fragile minds.
Plus, I love wine and I’m not naturally svelte, so healthy body and not psychopathic mind is a good thing.
So this is a #TBT is something that lays testament to just a continuation of keeping the balance. Oh, cycle rhythm sucked, I can’t stand the barbies.
My name is Charlotte Westmorland Stubbs, a self‐taught artist working in East London. I have always painted but also work with collage, photographic slides and digital media. In the autumn of 2013 I committed myself to pursuing my artistic visions full time.
Politics, fringe media, sex workers, Mexican cartel killings, war, digital banality and anthropomorphism are subjects that form the basis of my bodies of work and continue to inspire me. I enjoy the challenge of bringing beauty to subjects that are often disturbing or uncomfortable and use my love of vibrant colour to seduce the viewer .
I work with acrylics, found canvas and inks.
My art reflects the strangeness just below the surface of our often seemingly humdrum reality.