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endtimesjournal · 3 years
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An image from Carnival of Basel, more info here.
Three images of my own collages - works in progress. 
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endtimesjournal · 3 years
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odd, puppet-like faces
I’ve been making collages of odd, puppet-like faces with exaggerated features. I’ve been using scraps of paper I painted, magazine images and words and card from the Pound Shop. It’s all cheap.
The faces remind me of Punch and Judy characters, all blown up and daft-looking. Kind of creepy. Kind of jarring. They make me think of Spitting Image characters too, although I haven’t watched it much, I can call to mind the Margaret Thatcher doll.
Things are absurd in Real Life right now. Seeing other artists at work reminds me that sometimes you just have to do, make, and keep going. I hate a lot of the stuff I started with but it lead me to other things. I like using cardboard as well, I like the naffness of all of it, the textures, the GCSE-art vibe. But I also despise it.
I cut things up and arrange them, and sometimes forget to stick it down for ages. The features get spread about - eyes, noses, mouths, unidentifiable parts of the face that had a place and are now just a scrap of nonsense again - get spread around my desk and my floor. I find little words and phrases stuck to my foot.
I want to make the faces talk in a stop motion video. There’s one scene I have been developing in my head, of all these faces in a queue for the Post Office. One at a time they sidle up and mutter to themselves or ask each other mundane things, then they wait, like waiting for Godot but with more noise and mess.
That’s probably a very ‘British’ scene. I thought of it whilst I was waiting to go into the Post Office. I sidled up and asked the last guy in the queue, ‘is this the queue for the Post Office.’ And he said, ‘yes’ without even turning around. I was like, ah, maybe this is what everyone says when they join the queue. 
Like in a dream every character I make is me. A part of me. In a documentary I recently watched about Jung, they pointed to Carnival of Basel (Basler Fasnacht) where people where similarly absurd costumes, as a releasing of the unconscious. 
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