shewho: (stalker!)
inspired by a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow over the weekend, itself inspired in turn by one of those freaky trigger dudes listening to everything i do sixteen times in a row (it's no thunder road, kids) and because i have some stupid inability to post somewhere new...

who wants some christian slater fan art??



i blimming loved robin hood: prince of thieves. yes, mainly because of mr slater. it was the first video i ever bought for myself, indeed, i think i saved up for it. (mentioned somewhere in those teenage diaries and all...)

i watched it repeatedly. and at one point i paused it, so i could do a water colour portrait of will scarlet. now, i had a little look around the flat for my ancient a3 sketch pad and came away empty handed, so i fear it is Long Gone, alas, but luckily for you i seem to have already scanned it into an ancient photobucket account.

it is worse than i remember: )

when he starred in one flew over the cuckoo's nest in the west end i was determined to meet him. (see icon.) i also considered taking this along for him to sign. (you may remember me posting here about it.) with the benefit of hindsight, i'm pretty glad i didn't.

(i did manage to get myself ONE AWAY from him in a kissing way, ask me further in real life.)

and here is a bonus piece of 'art' )

***

you know that beach in the video for everything i do? it's in the uk somewhere. devon or cornwall or similar. my mum and brothers went there, and brought me back a rock / big pebble. i used it as a door stop for YEARS.

***

dear christian, if you're reading this, will you marry me now?
shewho: (stalker!)
inspired by a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow over the weekend, itself inspired in turn by one of those freaky trigger dudes listening to everything i do sixteen times in a row (it's no thunder road, kids) and because i have some stupid inability to post somewhere new...

who wants some christian slater fan art??



i blimming loved robin hood: prince of thieves. yes, mainly because of mr slater. it was the first video i ever bought for myself, indeed, i think i saved up for it. (mentioned somewhere in those teenage diaries and all...)

i watched it repeatedly. and at one point i paused it, so i could do a water colour portrait of will scarlet. now, i had a little look around the flat for my ancient a3 sketch pad and came away empty handed, so i fear it is Long Gone, alas, but luckily for you i seem to have already scanned it into an ancient photobucket account.

it is worse than i remember: )

when he starred in one flew over the cuckoo's nest in the west end i was determined to meet him. (see icon.) i also considered taking this along for him to sign. (you may remember me posting here about it.) with the benefit of hindsight, i'm pretty glad i didn't.

(i did manage to get myself ONE AWAY from him in a kissing way, ask me further in real life.)

and here is a bonus piece of 'art' )

***

you know that beach in the video for everything i do? it's in the uk somewhere. devon or cornwall or similar. my mum and brothers went there, and brought me back a rock / big pebble. i used it as a door stop for YEARS.

***

dear christian, if you're reading this, will you marry me now?
shewho: (bowery)
last time i went to a show in the shunt vaults (the one and only other time) it was soon after they'd opened as a performance space, the show was tropicana, and i loved it so much i went twice. (my (4 year old!!!) review can be found here.)

and now the vaults are closing down, to make way for trains (i suppose this is fair!) and the art / performance has been going on for years and i had failed to see any! until last night, that is.

and the space is still amazing. the company was most excellent. but it wasn't as otherworldly as before. perhaps due to overwhelmingly large numbers of people. (there was still a huge queue as i left at about 11pm.) perhaps due to the size of many of the installations (too small rooms!) leading to queueing for fun....

i did have that fun though! charley and i attempted to hijack a boat in a tunnel of balloons! i failed to walk across a wooden swing bridge! we played skittles!

i stubbornly queued longer than necessary to hear about neutrinos. PHYSICS! it was actually very interesting. i think i have learned something. and didn't smirk at the experiment being based at super k. it also explained the boat - it's a small mock up of the inside of the machine. cor. (one of the scientists introduced herself as melissa george. she was not in home and away. though she was blonde. another was yoshi. but not a green dragon. shut up now.)

and later on i stubbornly queued to get into a show set up as a family reunion - a folk opera about the history of 'our' family. and was again jolly glad i did, beautiful voices and harmonies, glowing ghostly mermaids, silliness, funniness... it went on longer than expected, when i got out and headed back to TABLE O'WINE most folk had gone... as i left i got distracted by a man hanging from the ceiling, doing exciting trapeze dance.

***

anyway, anyway. there are apparently still tickets for money floating about. i may invest.

***

drinks drunk - approximately 4 glasses red wine = 8.4 units.

***

today i am punishing myself for leaving all my tupperware at work by having a cuppasoup for lunch instead of delicious quiche. idiot.
shewho: (bowery)
last time i went to a show in the shunt vaults (the one and only other time) it was soon after they'd opened as a performance space, the show was tropicana, and i loved it so much i went twice. (my (4 year old!!!) review can be found here.)

and now the vaults are closing down, to make way for trains (i suppose this is fair!) and the art / performance has been going on for years and i had failed to see any! until last night, that is.

and the space is still amazing. the company was most excellent. but it wasn't as otherworldly as before. perhaps due to overwhelmingly large numbers of people. (there was still a huge queue as i left at about 11pm.) perhaps due to the size of many of the installations (too small rooms!) leading to queueing for fun....

i did have that fun though! charley and i attempted to hijack a boat in a tunnel of balloons! i failed to walk across a wooden swing bridge! we played skittles!

i stubbornly queued longer than necessary to hear about neutrinos. PHYSICS! it was actually very interesting. i think i have learned something. and didn't smirk at the experiment being based at super k. it also explained the boat - it's a small mock up of the inside of the machine. cor. (one of the scientists introduced herself as melissa george. she was not in home and away. though she was blonde. another was yoshi. but not a green dragon. shut up now.)

and later on i stubbornly queued to get into a show set up as a family reunion - a folk opera about the history of 'our' family. and was again jolly glad i did, beautiful voices and harmonies, glowing ghostly mermaids, silliness, funniness... it went on longer than expected, when i got out and headed back to TABLE O'WINE most folk had gone... as i left i got distracted by a man hanging from the ceiling, doing exciting trapeze dance.

***

anyway, anyway. there are apparently still tickets for money floating about. i may invest.

***

drinks drunk - approximately 4 glasses red wine = 8.4 units.

***

today i am punishing myself for leaving all my tupperware at work by having a cuppasoup for lunch instead of delicious quiche. idiot.
shewho: (conchords)
Criminy, I feel so apathetic at the moment. Let's see if I can be bothered typing and finishing this. I expect it will be brief. And full of gloom. Is this what the run up to 30 is like?

Saturday )

***

sunday )

***

Monday )

***

Tuesday )

***

Wednesday )

***

Thursday )

***

The End.

***


Shows Seen = 24.

Top Five (in no particular order):

  • Tim Minchin
  • Alex Horne
  • David O'Doherty (Kids show)
  • Elizabeth and Raleigh
  • Honourable Men of Art. Or perhaps Ms Emin. Yes. The actual art.
  • shewho: (conchords)
    Criminy, I feel so apathetic at the moment. Let's see if I can be bothered typing and finishing this. I expect it will be brief. And full of gloom. Is this what the run up to 30 is like?

    Saturday )

    ***

    sunday )

    ***

    Monday )

    ***

    Tuesday )

    ***

    Wednesday )

    ***

    Thursday )

    ***

    The End.

    ***


    Shows Seen = 24.

    Top Five (in no particular order):

  • Tim Minchin
  • Alex Horne
  • David O'Doherty (Kids show)
  • Elizabeth and Raleigh
  • Honourable Men of Art. Or perhaps Ms Emin. Yes. The actual art.
  • shewho: (cheese!)
    I have failed miserably to do a proper update in a while. You might hear a lot from me today dear internets, sorry!

    Last week then, the weekend started on a Wednesday. Horrifically early in fact, meeting my travelling companions ([livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and [livejournal.com profile] fugitvemotel at Kings Cross, earlier than I'd usually be at work. From there a painless journey via Luton and Easyjet to PARIS.

    (I found myself drinking a stiff gin and tonic at half ten in the morning. Well, a combination of 'Anansi Says', a scary fact about flying, and the fact the gin was in a bag drove me to it!)

    I had never been to Paris before. I had never daytripped abroad before. This was all incredibly exciting! But not as exciting as all the signs to Orly, prompting stupid yarly comments and hysteria. Heh.

    So, the David Lynch exhibition then. The main reason we went. I don't think there's any way a text description of it could do it justice, to be honest. (Certainly not from me.) It was amazing. In an unsettling and uncomfortable, yet wonderful way. The first room was a little disturbing, huge grey canvases, lots of houses, simple yet dark paintings that appeared to have stories, and lettering snaking around them telling you. (Um, the letter style remind me a lot of the cover of Nearly God. Actually, there was a very similar vibe. Ugh. Bad word.) In the background was that typical Lynch music. You know what I mean. Rumbling away, and almost making me feel sick. Around the edges of the room were drawings / sketches / doodles on anything and everything. The man's brain doesn't stop working, does it?

    Anyway. Then on into the second room. The music continues eerily in the background. Huge canvases again. ARGH! Scary and bad and wrong! Too many women with holes in and pen1s type protrusions. Scary red man! Lots and lots of 'Bobs'. Lynch likes calling people in his art 'Bob'. They aren't just paintings either, he'll whack on some hair and fabric and anything he finds if he thinks they need it. Somewhat amazing, but I'm surprised I haven't had any nightmares.

    Downstairs there is the ace Snowman series of photographs, his Disfigured (?) Nudes (again freaking me out), lots of photography, a mini cinema showing short films (the monsterboy wanting milk makes me Very Happy) and my favourite bit of the whole exhibition. This is a small painting of a room on the wall, and then a real life copy of the painting you can walk into. Smaller at the back to get the same perspective. Simple things for my simple mind, but I walked through the doors at the back and round again several times, hoping that one time I'd become a dwarf and start talking backwards. It almost felt it could have happened.

    So yes, that alone was worth the trip.

    We then spent a lovely, relaxing day, no stress, no problems, just wandering around Paris, Ms H leading the way with an infallible sense of direction. Through the gorgeous Luxembourg Gardens looking at the art. Through busy shopping streets (and seeing the most darling polkadot dress on the way) to Pont Neuf and the Seine..... to the Louvre (only on the outside!) to be amazed at the sheer scale of the place.... Up to the Sacre Couer, the hard way via the stairs as the funicular was broken.... looking over the whole of Paris from on high...through the random garment district then towards Gare du Nord via picking up some (very) tasty cheese at a fromagerie...... a tasty croque madame and pastis for tea (well, when in Rome Paris &c...!) and then back on the RER to Charles de Gaulle and the flight back.

    I was tucked up in bed before half midnight, and slept well.

    ***

    Paris is lovely, isn't it? I was expecting attitude and snootiness and overly busy streets. But got relaxing and pretty and charming and helpful and and and and...... I felt very comfortable there. In fact, I'd like to go back and do it properly. Despite my RUBBISH French, I'd even feel confident enough to do it on my own. I might do this. Not this year. But soon and for the rest of my life....

    ***

    Some random photos from my phone as proof I actually went! )
    shewho: (cheese!)
    I have failed miserably to do a proper update in a while. You might hear a lot from me today dear internets, sorry!

    Last week then, the weekend started on a Wednesday. Horrifically early in fact, meeting my travelling companions ([livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and [livejournal.com profile] fugitvemotel at Kings Cross, earlier than I'd usually be at work. From there a painless journey via Luton and Easyjet to PARIS.

    (I found myself drinking a stiff gin and tonic at half ten in the morning. Well, a combination of 'Anansi Says', a scary fact about flying, and the fact the gin was in a bag drove me to it!)

    I had never been to Paris before. I had never daytripped abroad before. This was all incredibly exciting! But not as exciting as all the signs to Orly, prompting stupid yarly comments and hysteria. Heh.

    So, the David Lynch exhibition then. The main reason we went. I don't think there's any way a text description of it could do it justice, to be honest. (Certainly not from me.) It was amazing. In an unsettling and uncomfortable, yet wonderful way. The first room was a little disturbing, huge grey canvases, lots of houses, simple yet dark paintings that appeared to have stories, and lettering snaking around them telling you. (Um, the letter style remind me a lot of the cover of Nearly God. Actually, there was a very similar vibe. Ugh. Bad word.) In the background was that typical Lynch music. You know what I mean. Rumbling away, and almost making me feel sick. Around the edges of the room were drawings / sketches / doodles on anything and everything. The man's brain doesn't stop working, does it?

    Anyway. Then on into the second room. The music continues eerily in the background. Huge canvases again. ARGH! Scary and bad and wrong! Too many women with holes in and pen1s type protrusions. Scary red man! Lots and lots of 'Bobs'. Lynch likes calling people in his art 'Bob'. They aren't just paintings either, he'll whack on some hair and fabric and anything he finds if he thinks they need it. Somewhat amazing, but I'm surprised I haven't had any nightmares.

    Downstairs there is the ace Snowman series of photographs, his Disfigured (?) Nudes (again freaking me out), lots of photography, a mini cinema showing short films (the monsterboy wanting milk makes me Very Happy) and my favourite bit of the whole exhibition. This is a small painting of a room on the wall, and then a real life copy of the painting you can walk into. Smaller at the back to get the same perspective. Simple things for my simple mind, but I walked through the doors at the back and round again several times, hoping that one time I'd become a dwarf and start talking backwards. It almost felt it could have happened.

    So yes, that alone was worth the trip.

    We then spent a lovely, relaxing day, no stress, no problems, just wandering around Paris, Ms H leading the way with an infallible sense of direction. Through the gorgeous Luxembourg Gardens looking at the art. Through busy shopping streets (and seeing the most darling polkadot dress on the way) to Pont Neuf and the Seine..... to the Louvre (only on the outside!) to be amazed at the sheer scale of the place.... Up to the Sacre Couer, the hard way via the stairs as the funicular was broken.... looking over the whole of Paris from on high...through the random garment district then towards Gare du Nord via picking up some (very) tasty cheese at a fromagerie...... a tasty croque madame and pastis for tea (well, when in Rome Paris &c...!) and then back on the RER to Charles de Gaulle and the flight back.

    I was tucked up in bed before half midnight, and slept well.

    ***

    Paris is lovely, isn't it? I was expecting attitude and snootiness and overly busy streets. But got relaxing and pretty and charming and helpful and and and and...... I felt very comfortable there. In fact, I'd like to go back and do it properly. Despite my RUBBISH French, I'd even feel confident enough to do it on my own. I might do this. Not this year. But soon and for the rest of my life....

    ***

    Some random photos from my phone as proof I actually went! )
    shewho: (shoes)
    Haha, it’s good to have an outlet for my nagging that isn’t dear [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic. Today I have (email) brownie points from my boss for my gentle (for me!) nag about tidying some drawings up. Validation! More! Validate me! Please?

    Ahem.

    ***

    Late notice I know, but I’m going to see Gilbert & George today. No two ways about it. The rest of my weekend is too hectic (thanks mum for the notice, grrrr). So, if you’re in the area about 1pm let me know, although I’m very happy bumbling around the Tate on my own anyway.

    ***

    Why is everyone wearing a horrible plastic version of operating theatre clogs as sandals? They’re the ugliest things I’ve ever seen.

    ***

    House was rather ace last night. Best start to an episode ever! Until the overly schmaltzy ending. Ho hum.

    ***

    [livejournal.com profile] private_dick is back, hurrah! I need never be bored of the internets again. (I’m not even going to get a chance to read it all properly today, boo. Stupid blinking asbestos. Stupid blinking children. Grrr. I might turn myself off again today, don’t worry.)

    ***

    Oh, and half price Yo! Sushi over the bank holiday weekend, hurrah! Go here for details and to sign up.

    ***

    Last one, [livejournal.com profile] mupstasia, is there a pre Diamanda Galas meet up plan for Monday?
    shewho: (shoes)
    Haha, it’s good to have an outlet for my nagging that isn’t dear [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic. Today I have (email) brownie points from my boss for my gentle (for me!) nag about tidying some drawings up. Validation! More! Validate me! Please?

    Ahem.

    ***

    Late notice I know, but I’m going to see Gilbert & George today. No two ways about it. The rest of my weekend is too hectic (thanks mum for the notice, grrrr). So, if you’re in the area about 1pm let me know, although I’m very happy bumbling around the Tate on my own anyway.

    ***

    Why is everyone wearing a horrible plastic version of operating theatre clogs as sandals? They’re the ugliest things I’ve ever seen.

    ***

    House was rather ace last night. Best start to an episode ever! Until the overly schmaltzy ending. Ho hum.

    ***

    [livejournal.com profile] private_dick is back, hurrah! I need never be bored of the internets again. (I’m not even going to get a chance to read it all properly today, boo. Stupid blinking asbestos. Stupid blinking children. Grrr. I might turn myself off again today, don’t worry.)

    ***

    Oh, and half price Yo! Sushi over the bank holiday weekend, hurrah! Go here for details and to sign up.

    ***

    Last one, [livejournal.com profile] mupstasia, is there a pre Diamanda Galas meet up plan for Monday?
    shewho: (bowery)
    Easter then. A happy oasis of bank holiday joy.

    I took Thursday afternoon off work, having a hot date with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and some Hogarth towards the end of it. I decided to use the rest wisely, and meandered from work to the Thames to sit in the gorgeous sun and people watch. I halfheartedly thought about attempting the Carsten Holler slides*, but they were overrun with small children. I did spend some hours in the Tate Modern though, up in the Dreams and [whatever] they are calling the Surrealist bit at the moment. I immersed myself in a wonderful world of Magritte, Dali, Picasso and Miro (I know nothing about Miro but want to. Everything I looked at and liked seemed to be labelled as such.)

    They've got a mini cinema in the middle of the room, so I sat and watched the wonderful Man Ray film about a starfish (I can't rememeber the name) and Un Chien Andalou, even though I have it at home somewhere anyway. Excellent stuff. I could spend hours and hours gazing at many of the works in that room. And may well do, seeing as it appears to take not much more than 5 minutes to get there at lunch time.

    Oh! They also *almost* have my favourite painting on display at the moment. Well, the later variation by Francis Bacon on Three Studies for the Base of a Crucifiction. Yum yum indeed. I have a print of the original, but not a house big enough and light enough to put it up without it being creepy.

    I still need to go back for the Gilbert & George exhibition, if only so I can legitimately buy a G&G swearbox. And mug. And bag.

    ***

    After I took a lovely amble along the river (with a slight dive into Lambeth) to the Tate Britain, where Vague-o and I took a secret audio tour (we all wore earphones so the guide could talk quietly and be super exclusive!) of the Hogarth exhibition. I'm very glad we did so, there's so much that I'd have missed had it not been pointed out! It's all in the detail. And the dogs.

    I think I'd quite like to go back there and have a closer look, we skipped over a lot, and at a bit of a pace, to get it all in. Clearly *everybody* had syphilis, and ended up in a terrible state. Joy! Some beautiful portraiture as well. Even more beautiful (and sad) when you're told the stories behind them, and have all the little clues pointed out.

    Anyway, art, yeah, it's BRILLIANT, isn't it?



    * Yeah, I've missed them now, haven't I? Doh! I did play with his sliding mirrored doors though.

    Apropos to nothing in this post, what is the current rap tune with (what sounds like) a re-recorded Breakfast In America vocal as the background??
    shewho: (bowery)
    Easter then. A happy oasis of bank holiday joy.

    I took Thursday afternoon off work, having a hot date with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and some Hogarth towards the end of it. I decided to use the rest wisely, and meandered from work to the Thames to sit in the gorgeous sun and people watch. I halfheartedly thought about attempting the Carsten Holler slides*, but they were overrun with small children. I did spend some hours in the Tate Modern though, up in the Dreams and [whatever] they are calling the Surrealist bit at the moment. I immersed myself in a wonderful world of Magritte, Dali, Picasso and Miro (I know nothing about Miro but want to. Everything I looked at and liked seemed to be labelled as such.)

    They've got a mini cinema in the middle of the room, so I sat and watched the wonderful Man Ray film about a starfish (I can't rememeber the name) and Un Chien Andalou, even though I have it at home somewhere anyway. Excellent stuff. I could spend hours and hours gazing at many of the works in that room. And may well do, seeing as it appears to take not much more than 5 minutes to get there at lunch time.

    Oh! They also *almost* have my favourite painting on display at the moment. Well, the later variation by Francis Bacon on Three Studies for the Base of a Crucifiction. Yum yum indeed. I have a print of the original, but not a house big enough and light enough to put it up without it being creepy.

    I still need to go back for the Gilbert & George exhibition, if only so I can legitimately buy a G&G swearbox. And mug. And bag.

    ***

    After I took a lovely amble along the river (with a slight dive into Lambeth) to the Tate Britain, where Vague-o and I took a secret audio tour (we all wore earphones so the guide could talk quietly and be super exclusive!) of the Hogarth exhibition. I'm very glad we did so, there's so much that I'd have missed had it not been pointed out! It's all in the detail. And the dogs.

    I think I'd quite like to go back there and have a closer look, we skipped over a lot, and at a bit of a pace, to get it all in. Clearly *everybody* had syphilis, and ended up in a terrible state. Joy! Some beautiful portraiture as well. Even more beautiful (and sad) when you're told the stories behind them, and have all the little clues pointed out.

    Anyway, art, yeah, it's BRILLIANT, isn't it?



    * Yeah, I've missed them now, haven't I? Doh! I did play with his sliding mirrored doors though.

    Apropos to nothing in this post, what is the current rap tune with (what sounds like) a re-recorded Breakfast In America vocal as the background??

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