This Little Girl made it to the V&A

Visitors to PEN-PAPER-SCISSORS could colour outside the lines at this exciting night in celebration of the V&A Illustration Awards 2009. They discovered the multi-disciplinary nature of Illustration by making a stop motion movie with the Peepshow Collective and marvelled at live collaborative animation by artists from jotta.com. They could join a talk by inventive illustrator and writer Graham Rawle and listen to Julie Verhoeven discuss her varied practice. Illustrators from Debut Art and Dutch Uncle battled it out at the Secret Wars Drawing contest and visitors could enter a competition for the a piece of the final artwork.

Featured at the V&A

Live Animation Arena by jotta.com


Chosen from the Series Man Woman Machine (detail, 2007), this collage was part of a really nice live animation that took place at the Victoria & Albert Museum on Friday 26th.

Pen-Paper-Scissors, devoted to the crossover between Illustration and Animation, was a part of the V&A Friday Late series and was in aid of the V&A Illustration Awards 2009.

The night was a great success for everyone involved, as Sam and Ellie worked away cutting and illustrating their set pieces, it was wonderful to see it all come to life right next to them on the projection screen. What was really brilliant were the hoards of visitors standing entranced by the animators, an amazing team from The Moving Picture Company, at work. Their tech station was constantly surrounded by curious spectators who often lent over to ask what programmes and techniques they were using.

Check out the rest of the illustrators at the full Jotta's review.

Peepshow Animate the V&A

And since I was already at the V&A I wondered around and found this drop in  hands-on animation workshop organised by the Peepshow, and it was so much fun I ended up swapping a tattoo for an overhead projector :) .. you can see the video that came out of the workshop here.

nymph in water

visible and invisible

“Absolutely visible body, in one sense, I know very well what it is to be looked over by someone else from head to toe. I know what it is to be spied from behind, watched over the shoulder, caught off guard when I least expect it. I know what it is to be naked. And yet this same body, which is so visible, is also withdrawn, captured by a kind of invisibility from which I can never really detach it. This skull, the back of my skull, I can feel it, with my finger. But see it? Never. This back, which I can feel leaning, against the pressures of the matters, against the couch when I am lying down, and which I might catch but only by the ruse of the mirror. And what is this shoulder, whose movements and positions I know nothing with precision, but that I will never be able to see without dreadfully contorting myself? The body-phantom that only appears in the mirage of the mirror, and then only in fragmentary fashion- do I really need genies and fairies, and death and the soul, in order to be, at the same time both visible and invisible? ”


‘Le corps utopique’ translated by Lucia Allais in consultation with Caroline A. Jones and Arnold Davidson from Michel Foucault, Utopies and Heterotopies, a CD release of two 1966 radio broadcasts published in 2004 by the Institut National d’Audiovisuel, Paris.

The First Fatality

one, two, three ... press the button and is over

oblivion

dog love

"At times at the end of the season, when the tourist leave Calella, howls could be heard coming from the woods. They were the outcries of the dogs fastened to the trees.

The tourist used the dogs to cure solitude, during vacations; and then, when the time to leave came, they would tie them up inside the woods, so they can't follow them." EG

thanks katja, for the pictures and the love

flying lessons ..

(thank you alia)

a half forgotten word

hell is other people

Self consciousness needs "the Other" to prove (display) its own existence. It has a "masochistic desire" to be limited by the reflective consciousness of another subject.


and that is what you see in me. your echoes, your reflections.

there was nothing left of her but her voice.

modern romance

Baustraße

there is no remedy for bad startings,
and new beginnings are only stuborness

perfect moments

no address where to send any more postcards.

there will be no loose stones

if you ever come back

all you will find...

are the ruins of my waiting..








well, i've been dragged all over the place
i've taken hits time just don't erase

if you ever come back

Time, time is gone
it stops stops who it was
well i was wrong
it never lasts
there is no
this is no modern romance

in the mist of the fresh ruins

yet always ever yet... somehow .. never ...

a puddle of light at the distance, the sea at low tide

aufheben

victim and tyrant.

bilder lügen bis sich die balken biegen vor lauter schutt und asche. ein guter fotograf ein bisschen bearbeitet ein bisschen von der seite gucken den mund leicht nach vorn verziehen und fertig ist was man gern sehen will. hier ist die ungeschminkte unbearbeitete und vollkommen ungestellte wahrheit....man ist was man ist, oder so?

vice versa

may be I should stop.. may be I should just stop....