<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:10:27.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slugs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-616935488744785003</id><published>2012-01-25T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T02:13:55.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester Artists' Bonfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a piece both about and for the Artists' Bonfire. I was comissioned to write an accompanying essay for the event, which was a great opportunity to get my ideas and opinions straight. I went last year and while I had fun, I've never been quite sure what I think about the whole thing. I've heard lots of criticisms and lots of 'urgh I just don't like it' so I wanted to incorporate that in the piece. It was never meant to be a hymn to the event, or even positive, but the more I thought about it all the more I liked the idea. This is just the first part, I want to look into non-western sacred art, where the destruction is as important as the creation, in relation to how the participating artists feel that the fire affects their practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://manchesterartistsbonfire2012.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;creation&amp;gt;reception&amp;gt;destruction&amp;gt;creation&amp;gt;reception&amp;gt;destruction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;In January 2011 the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manchester Artists’ Bonfire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; happened for the first time. At its genesis the event was heavily influenced and stimulated by anger, confusion and panic at cuts in government funding which have been inflicted on the cultural sector. This element of the event was emphasized in the official literature, and in some ways it felt like an extension of protests which had been taking place as a reaction to the rise in tuition fees. The question of funding for non-compulsory education is, of course, another issue similar to that of funding for the arts, whereby much of the argument relies on qualitative judgements and abstract concepts, versus the arguably more ‘real’ issue of cost. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artists Bonfire' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;is taking place again this year and aims to become a regular annual event, which removes it from the particular conditions of its first manifestation. Whilst we have still been grappling with issues surrounding 'the cuts' since last January, the situation is different, and it will differ every year from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; With this in mind I seek to avoid dismissing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Artists' Bonfire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; purely as a form of protest, rooted within the wider context of demonstration, riot, and occupation. It can be argued that whilst the historical and political context of the event is important, there are  fundamental art historical questions concerning iconoclasm, reception and the status of art in contemporary society which the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Artists’ Bonfire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; raises. It is the above which I seek to address; how the event functions as a collaborative performance, and what the destruction of a work of art means in terms of its status as art, especially when such destruction is engendered by the artists themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; One of the initial criteria for submitting work to the fire was for the participant to give a speech, to say something about their work, their practice, the event, and what it means to them. This requirement to verbally express thoughts and feelings about your work coherently, in front of your artistic peers and non-participating viewers, is an incredibly important part of the event. Galvanised into action by a financial threat to the credibility, and sustainability of a vocation which the participants had chosen to devote their lives to, they were also required to at the last moment justify and explain their choices. Thus, whilst fire and destruction in the context of politically motivated anger is at once evocative, exciting and notably clichéd, significantly there is also a platform for debate and uncertainty amidst the fever of action and destruction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Unsurprisingly the contentious and evocative nature of fire, along with the very notion of will full destruction has attracted harsh, and not unfounded criticism. In this way the event recalls the famous iconoclastic orgies of history and as such jars with a traditional conception of how art works should be handled. This destruction for the sake-of-it could be construed as a pretentious tantrum, indeed to many the whole event seems distasteful and decadent; a spectacle to gawk at but with no serious artistic content. If we are reacting to a perceived threat, and criticism of our conception of art as a vitally important part of society, then wouldn't it make sense to treat artworks with reverence? A simple way to counteract such hostility is to merely acknowledge that art which processually self destructs is not without precedent, there is a rich history of contemporary art for which decay and eventual disintegration are essential components. Dario Gamboni recognises this in his discussion of iconoclasm and vandalism, but also accedes that this is not a 'normal' way to treat works of art. Thus, he concludes, that 'attacks' “can prove particularly useful for illuminating those 'normal' attitudes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote1anc" href="#sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;The above point is vital in relation to the Artists Bonfire, whilst perhaps 'attack' isn't the most appropriate word in this context; the Artists who take part are forced to confront their 'normal' attitudes toward their work, and that of others. We could invoke the old adage; “You don't know what you've got till it's gone”, which neatly sums up philosophical attitudes pertaining to the benefit of exploring death, destruction and the abject. Thus, an important message that the Artists’ Bonfire can convey, is that in order to genuinely appreciate the value of creativity, it is necessary to confront the inevitability of death and decay in both objects and ideas. Furthermore, by forcing ourselves as artists to confront these difficult ideas, and to question our own ingrained and comfortable attitudes towards art, we can better formulate defences against the ideological attacks which recent funding cuts have precipitated. Reverence here would not be helpful, we need to delve and discuss in order to carve out a place of Art in an austere society where, for good or ill, respect is increasingly difficult to maintain for anything which is not incontestably pragmatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;As well as being a forum for artists , the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artists' Bonfire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; is also open for non-participants to attend, and with a club night afterwards there is a definite element of entertainment and spectacle. With this in mind I wish to further analyse the event in terms of its identity as a collaborative performance, which can be viewed and experienced aesthetically by an audience.  Returning to the above argument pertaining to the problem of how we treat artworks, it is necessary to further define why a reverent attitude towards art can be construed as unhelpful  in audiences as well as artists. From the viewpoint of a spectator, as I was at last years event, if the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artists’ Bonfire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; is essentially a way to reaffirm the credibility of art and creativity, it is somewhat disconcerting that the treatment of art during the event/performance runs contrary to traditional defences of art against iconoclasm. Such defences have sought to ideologically raise art above political or religious persecution on the grounds that it is autonomous, and therefore should not be judged by any criteria other than that which has purely to do with art itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;However, considering art to be autonomous is perhaps not as advantageous as it may seem; Michael Kelly argues that identifying art in this way engenders a 'disinterested' attitude towards it. In this context 'disinterest' is taken in both the philosophical, and every day sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote2anc" href="#sdfootnote2sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;. Kelly locates iconoclasm in this 'disinterested' understanding of art as autonomous, an interpretation which is particular to modern and contemporary art, turning a traditional and historical view of what iconoclasm looks like on its head. To elucidate further; disinterest in philosophical terms, originally defined by Immanuel Kant in his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Critique of Judgement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote3anc" href="#sdfootnote3sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;, calls for art to be apprehended independently of bodily desires. Kelly argues that this type of disinterestedness consequently breeds disinterest in terms of a general indifference towards art. This is not to suggest that all art should be politically committed in order to have credibility, rather that art and creativity can be part of life along with eating, shitting, having sex and walking to the shops. Art does not have to be partially incomprehensible and removed from the mundane, necessary and genuinely exciting parts of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; With this in mind, art which admits annihilation necessarily by dint of the materials from which it is made, or how it is employed by the artist, confounds the viewer’s ability to appreciate with philosophical disinterestedness. Danger, disgust and recognition act as a barrier to reverence. In terms of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Artists' Bonfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;, whereby art works which may not have been initially intended to decay into oblivion, are wilfully destroyed by the artist, this dissension from disinterested appreciation is intensified. This is because, referring back to my earlier point about the 'normal' way to treat works of art, the pledges which are incinerated during the event/performance have often been removed by their creator from their 'normal' situation. This cannot be taken as writ, submissions would be welcome from those who work within ephemeral media, but nonetheless work in relatively traditional media is the norm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Therefore, the vast majority of work submitted does not coincide with what we would usually recognise as temporary art work, which is intended to decay as part of its directive. In 2011 there were no pieces made with food or bodily matter that would ordinarily deteriorate when exposed to air and moisture, rather there was paper, wood, wax and glass, which when consigned to flames cracked, melted, crumbled and decomposed at an alarming rate. I don't pretend to claim that this rejection of philosophical disinterestedness makes the pledges more 'interesting' in every day terms for every spectator, rather that the nature of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artists' Bonfire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt; as exciting, destructive, voyeuristic and sensual does not detract from its' status as serious art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote1sym" href="#sdfootnote1anc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Gamboni,  Dario &lt;i&gt;The Destruction of Art: Iconoclasm and Vandalism since the  French Revolution&lt;/i&gt; Reaktion Books Ltd. (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote2sym" href="#sdfootnote2anc"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Kelly,  Michael &lt;i&gt;Iconoclasm in Aesthetics&lt;/i&gt; Cambridge University Press  (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote3sym" href="#sdfootnote3anc"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Kant,  Immanuel &lt;i&gt;Critique of Judgement&lt;/i&gt; First published (1914)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-616935488744785003?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/616935488744785003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2012/01/manchester-artists-bonfire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/616935488744785003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/616935488744785003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2012/01/manchester-artists-bonfire.html' title='Manchester Artists&apos; Bonfire'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-3300432735839295611</id><published>2011-09-05T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:53:53.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maurice Carlin's Not-Books&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;These unnamed works by Maurice Carlin are books and are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;,  as much as they are sculptures and drawings. They embody components,  which are associated with each of these different methods of artistic  presentation, and do not entirely belong to any category. They are  ambiguous objects in multiple ways, flowing and switching before us like  the paradoxical imagery of visual riddle. As Paul Chan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt;states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;; “art is more and less than a thing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote1anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;,  a statement, which is directly appropriate to this analysis; while a  book has book-ness, there can be no art-ness. Invoking a theory similar  to Plato's forms, Chan suggests that we can recognise every day objects  due to their utility and their relation to every other object of their  type, arguing that art cannot, or should not be recognised in this way.  According to Chan a work of art does not have utility in the same way  as, say, a hammer, and it does not in it's physical form relate to all  other works of art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;  However,  it is worth pointing out that there is an image or conception  in contemporary cultural consciousness, which helps people to recognise  the stuff in galleries or standing in city squares as 'art', and it's  function is to be looked at, considered and walked past slowly. There is  ritual associated with experiencing art, just as there is ritual  associated with reading. Is it part of the artists' job to try and  counteract this? To create art which cannot be recognised as such? Is  this even possible in an age where the sarcastic reply; 'what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt; art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;, though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;'  is liable to be levelled by any school child in response to the equally  recognisable dismissal 'that's not art!'. Amongst other things, these  unnamed works, these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;  explore the dilemma outlined above; whether it is compulsory to try and  escape the category 'art', or whether it is acceptable to submit to the  ritual. They admit their object-hood, relating visually to everything  we associate with the idea of 'book', yet they also hang upon the wall  as 'art' should, and as such they succeed in being more, or less than  neither, and this seems almost too easy; a trick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;I  intend to explore how the unnamed works' recognisable status as books  interacts with their status as art objects, and whether these various  conditions jar with one another, or percolate back and forth with ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=1zmdliv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/1zmdliv.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;  In their display and in the way that they have been assembled these  works confound the traditional utility of the book, which is poignantly  also at present being diminished  by digital and on-line means of  reading, and the physical book itself is acquiring new properties and  uses. Whilst it is important to re-assert that these unnamed works are  not fully books, and that they embody elements of sculpture, drawing and  installation also, due to their book-ness current debates around the  death of the traditional book are directly appropriate to their  analysis. The idea of a recognisable, everyday object, in this case the  book, losing it's purpose is interesting when considered in conjunction  with how the art object is defined by Chan. When a used object becomes  obsolete, perhaps it takes on something of the art object, it certainly  would seem to be more or less than the thing it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;  It is pertinent at this point to briefly define the 'death of the book'  argument as it has been made in numerous articles and publications; A  bound book with paper pages is no longer necessary in order to ‘perform’  a reading. Peter Kivy, evoking Nelson Goodman's terminology, defines  the contents of a book as allographic; “the novel is a reading art, it  exists in its reading”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote2anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote2sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;.  We are of course not discussing novels in this particular instance, but  in this context the analysis can be applied to anything found within a  book. It is the invention of electronic reading devices, which is often  characterised as aggressively seeking to eradicate the traditional,  physical book, and the book is defined in opposition to all digital  media. A customary counter argument to the 'book is dead' hypothesis  concentrates on the book as an object in itself, rather than its'  function. The book is characterized as a sentimental keepsake, an  individual and tangible repository for memories, which contradicts a  portrayal of the book, as simply the physical receptacle of a work of  literature, which can exist and be read in different places and times.  The book is imbued with characteristics of the scrapbook, and the  collage; it is infused with the personality of its owner/s, and its own  unique history. This is a common motif, the book as battered and loved,  perhaps a first edition, or an edition which belonged to somebody  famous, but not really functioning as a book at all. Moreover there are  further, still active connotations that make it difficult to abandon the  book to its' creeping obsolescence. Literacy is by no means universal,  and has of course in the past been especially limited to only the  powerful few. The book still carries the weight of this authority,  having held the exceptional power to transmit information outside of  verbal communication, even if it is no longer necessary to fulfil this  purpose. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;  This tension between obsolescence, power, and sentimentality evoked by  the concept of the book in contemporary society is present in Maurice  Carlin's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;. They play out but also question Chan's assertion that “art is more or less than a thing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote3anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote3sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;.  Hung from a wall they inhabit the physical space traditionally reserved  for art, and in protruding outwards they become sculptural and  architectural, whilst referring to an object; which is in the process of  renouncing it's utility and perhaps becoming art-like in itself. They  are sometimes pinned evocatively open, not unlike a specimen in a  natural history museum, which can be seen to refer to their alledged  disuse. After all, books shouldn't be left open, that might break the  spine or expose the pages to damage; they are supposed to be closed upon  a shelf, arranged in an orderly, linear fashion and opened only to be  read. In this way Carlin's choice of display distances these works still  further from the traditional and functional book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p3jRntzoHGM/TmXXKoDycjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5hgmFULedYA/s1600/P1120307_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p3jRntzoHGM/TmXXKoDycjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5hgmFULedYA/s320/P1120307_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649157885158126130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Whilst these objects are stored, hung or displayed in ways, which can be seen to diminish their book-ness, their openness invites reading. Yet, this is confounded by the lack of recognisable words, written or printed on their pages. Instead we are confronted by what at first look like pictures, but not the kind of illustrations that might normally be found where text is lacking in a traditional book. What we are confronted with amid the pages of these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt; are neither pictures nor words, but rather ambiguous images and symbols which, due to their environment, demand to be read in some way. Rosalind Silvester and Alan English in their introduction to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reading Images and Seeing Words &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;lament the lack of theories, which “provide...a vocabulary, for describing the transposition of image into word and conversely word into image”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote4anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote4sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;. It seems that instead of being delineated into a conventional written language, such concerns have been explored by artists, such as Henri Michaux with&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CezNFEdz2HM"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CezNFEdz2HM"&gt;Par la voie des rythmes&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;This work is a book/not-book, which functions strangely as do Carlin's; containing symbols, scribbles and ciphers; which can be described as 'asemic'. As Nina Paris describes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; such as these place the reader in “a somewhat awkward situation, for what appears to be an ordinary book cannot be read or understood in a conventional manner”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote5anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote5sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; This concept of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;asemic writing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote6anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote6sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;a cousin of concrete poetry, is pertinent to the discussion of Carlin's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;It is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;a method of breaking down the boundaries between image and word, indeed the very existence of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;asemic writing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; suggests that recognisable written language is not necessary for 'reading', as defined by Peter Kivy, to occur. With a traditional t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;ext in a western language, in order to understand what has been written we would submit to a temporal succession of elements following a line from left to right, and top to bottom. However, it has been suggested that “although in images a temporal succession of elements cannot be found, it is always possible to find a succession of elements without temporality”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote7anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote7sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;. There is certainly a succession of elements to be discerned within the pages of Carlin's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, and in this way an 'asemic reading' can be performed by the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=5v8umh" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/5v8umh.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; These &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; share many of the characteristics of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;asemic writing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; or concrete poetry, they confound traditional western modes of reading, whilst inviting the viewer partake with their exposed pages, then refusing to provide direction. However they are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;asemic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; compendiums or concrete anthologies; their succession of elements is fractured by their very form, they are books made wrong, that is, they have been put together wrong. Each sheet of paper, fastened down the centre to make two individual pages has an image printed upon it. However because of the way that these pages are fastened together with a centre fold, the two halves of an image, which the viewer is faced with at an opening do not match, although due to Carlin’s choice of imagery they do seem to somehow correspond. One side of the image flows into the fold, the vanishing point between the pages and then flows out again as something altogether different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; This makes for a dynamic reading experience, the lines of the images cannot be followed calmly, and the viewer is overtaken with curiosity as to what has been obscured from their view; both the other side of each image, and the combinations which would be revealed had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; fallen, or been pinned open differently. There are elements of choice and chance to be found here; due to the way in which we are shown two halves of two different images it is obvious that their corresponding parts are somewhere else in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Therefore, it becomes clear that these are not artistic props made to look like books, in a way they are actually books, the pages can be turned, and there will be something on each one. We must wonder why the artist has chosen to display these particular pages, when he could just as easily have shown any of the others. Our reading then becomes a search for significance. If we have been shown this combination of images above all the others, they must have something special to transmit to us, and if we decide that they do not, it is incredibly difficult as viewers to award them the same importance as the images which we cannot even see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=bdk6tj" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/bdk6tj.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; This almost involuntary hunt for significance in the combined images shown to us on the open pages of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;is especially poignant if we know that the original images were found by the artist in newspapers. When considered in conjunction with this weighty tidbit of information about their construction, it might be tempting to see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; as collages or scrap-books, just as the traditional book can be viewed as a collage, or scrapbook of memories. Perhaps this is what the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; are in a sense, although the fact that the images are printed on the actual paper of the pages, rather than projected on to them by the consciousness of the reader, or cut out and stuck in lends them an authenticity as 'books' rather than 'art'. After all, for a book to be truly a book is must be reproducible, so that it's contents can be apprehended in many places  at once and any time. Thus, by virtue of their being printed these images have the potential to be allographic, like the contents of the newspaper from which they came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;. Again, and again Carlin's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt; produce a tension between artwork and functional object, and they are able to convey notions about their object-hood both as book and art. Uncertainty and uselessness, but also potential, are manifest is so many aspects of their appearance and construction. Partaking in an exploration of the relations between reading and looking, between art and object, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not-books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt; seem to argue for a lack of boundaries, the directness and simplicity of which is refreshing. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote1sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote1anc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;  Paul Chan “What Art Is and Where It belongs” &lt;i&gt;e-flux journal  #10&lt;/i&gt; Nov 2009   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote2sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote2anc"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;  Peter Kivy &lt;i&gt;The Performance of Reading: an Essay on the Philosophy  of Literature&lt;/i&gt; Blackwell: 2006 p.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote3sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote3anc"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;  Chan, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote4sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote4anc"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;Silvester,  Rosalind &amp;amp; English, Alan “Introduction” in &lt;i&gt;Reading Images  and Seeing Words &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;(2004) p.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote5sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote5anc"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;Paris,  Nina “Henri Michaux: Destruction of the Book Form and Creation of  the Book-Object” in Rosalind &amp;amp; English &lt;i&gt;Reading Images and  Seeing Words &lt;/i&gt;(2004) p.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote6"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote6sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote6anc"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;  www.asemic.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote7"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote7sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote7anc"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;Leone,  Massimo “Words, Images and Knots” in Rosalind &amp;amp; English  Reading Images and Seeing Words (2004) p.&lt;span class="st"&gt; 84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bibliography&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt;Chan, Paul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt;What Art Is and Where It Belongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt; E-Flux journal #10 November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt;Kivy, Peter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt;The Performance of Reading: an essay on the philosophy of literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt; Blackwell Publishing:2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt;Martin, Henri-Jean &amp;amp; Febvre, Lucien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt;The Coming of the Book: the impact of printing 1450 – 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;800&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt; Verso:1976&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Silvester, Rosalind &amp;amp; English, Alan eds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reading Images and Seeing Words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rodopi:2004&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://cjcpig.wordpress.com/2011/0/14/the-book-has-no-place-in-modern-society-discuss/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;http://cjcpig.wordpress.com/2011/0/14/the-book-has-no-place-in-modern-society-discuss/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cjcpig.wordpress.com/2011/0/14/the-book-has-no-place-in-modern-society-discuss/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bannerrepeater.org/now"&gt;This is an essay written in correspondence with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Self Publisher and Other Works&lt;/span&gt;, which is a culmination of Maurice Carlins residency at Banner Repeater in London.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-3300432735839295611?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/3300432735839295611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/3300432735839295611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/3300432735839295611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-books.html' title='Not-Books'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/1zmdliv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-6061915535951331711</id><published>2011-07-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T05:25:53.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNK COSTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMa5tofWJAY/TifM6AWqo3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/NqQcea5wCmI/s1600/Sunk%2BCosts%2BFlyer%2BWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMa5tofWJAY/TifM6AWqo3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/NqQcea5wCmI/s320/Sunk%2BCosts%2BFlyer%2BWeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631695155949642610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;This exhibition is the result of a series of simplifications and expansions. We began with a capacious theme; the idea of decision making in contemporary society and began to discursively follow interesting strands and pathways leading outwards from this point. There are constellations of concepts linked to decision making, but drawing from our own life experiences and interests we have decided to pursue ‘games’ as an over-arching topic. Within our explorations you will find references to those games by name with which we are familiar in pop-culture, but also economic game theory, and the psychological workings of jokes and surprises. There is an emphasis on the infinitesimal yet unavoidable gap between seriousness and fun, stemming from the unclear and changeable difference between big serious decisions, and those which are frivolous and seemingly inconsequential.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; When utilizing a mathematical approach in sociology and biology a broad and complex issue is reduced to a simple, tractable point which embodies the fundaments of the larger issue. The point can then be manipulated, represented in different ways and applied to different situations. It is, of course, dangerous to then expand the findings and results of such manipulations; applying them once more to a wide and complex issue which would have been impossible to play with in such a way. However, in this instance, with this exhibition we have decided that it is worth embracing the hazards of the method to explore our concerns.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; We are using bold, oversized references to conspicuous, recognizable games, in order to create an immersive atmosphere. So much of the study and thought on decision making is represented in dry, academic, theoretical format which may not be satisfactory for the exploration of such a personal, emotion driven, and above all human topic. Therefore we have utilized vastly simplified visual and physical methods of representation, as a different way of looking at problems which would usually be found buried beneath layers of specialist vocabulary and convoluted equations. This isn’t to say that is it necessarily right to simplify complex ideas, we are not making that argument, rather we are playing on the way in which systems such as ‘Game Theory’ grow to have a reputation for being indecipherable; “overprecision in sending a message creates imprecision when it is received because precision is not clarity”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote1anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote1sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote1anc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;  Rasmusen, Eric. &lt;i&gt;Games and information: 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;rd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Edition &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2001: Blackwell&lt;/span&gt;,  p.5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85prEqtZ3Yk/TifVN_Jcx0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MoYfjDfk_SM/s1600/exhibition%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85prEqtZ3Yk/TifVN_Jcx0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MoYfjDfk_SM/s320/exhibition%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631704295316178754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFaJnRDjtZA/TifVIBAa37I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CDxQt1f4aE0/s1600/exhibition%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFaJnRDjtZA/TifVIBAa37I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CDxQt1f4aE0/s320/exhibition%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631704192735961010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9qXzdHKOGc/TifU_gb7TxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/umDXRJ_ND6w/s1600/exhibition%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9qXzdHKOGc/TifU_gb7TxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/umDXRJ_ND6w/s320/exhibition%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631704046554009362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Or3xNdz5LSs/TifWdrCwhFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/i5hTdf1aoXk/s1600/exhibition%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Or3xNdz5LSs/TifWdrCwhFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/i5hTdf1aoXk/s320/exhibition%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631705664308937810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqI5BG5DIvI/TifWsPcCmlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SUJ3UBuuo2Q/s1600/exhibition%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqI5BG5DIvI/TifWsPcCmlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SUJ3UBuuo2Q/s320/exhibition%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631705914596825682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All photographs credited to Daniel Fogarty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel Fogarty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with leisure, browsing and reading, Daniel Fogarty's work is concerned with the simple act of listening as an interviewer would recount ideas and information only to retract, return to their desk and start annotating the anecdotes, tales, ramblings, names and references to extract the points of interest and publish. The work churns over the same land to proclaim nothing but what has re-emerged.   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The York New-er&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The York New-er&lt;/i&gt; is generated from a single issue of The New Yorker magazine. A new illustration emerges from various articles and illustrations, utilising familiar visual devices to imitate page layout and design. The New Yorker is a weekly magazine of reportage, commentary, criticism, essays, fiction, satire, cartoons and poetry. This model has been rehashed through mirroring, delivering a reduction of a series of articles. The final illustrations refer to models of behavoir to do with jokes; imitation, parody and stereotypes. However, in real terms, the images deliver nothing more than a rehash of 'current' issues from 1978 .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wimbledon, Wentworth, Wembley, Whatever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Four images are reproduced in the series &lt;i&gt;Wimbledon, Wentworth, Wembley, Whatever&lt;/i&gt;. They were taken from an advert for lawn mowers. The prototypal document offers a narrative of professionalism in an everyday garden and brings to mind an empty sports pitch, a game without any players (variables). Here, this original advertisement is misread. Instead of &lt;i&gt;Wimbledon, Wentworth, Wembley, Wherever, &lt;/i&gt;the viewer is offered &lt;i&gt;Wimbledon, Wentworth, Wembley, Whatever&lt;/i&gt;; a lackadaisical title, mocking those neat lawns and perverting their meaning, substituting effort and competition for complacency. As such, this series of drawings illustrates nothing in particular, a grazing of material, a set of illustrations, a back garden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.danielfogarty.co.uk/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachelle Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle is a graphic designer and illustrator based in Manchester. Having studied Graphic Design at Salford University, she has since been commissioned to create flyers and posters for many of Manchester’s premier music promoters. Her style is clean and precise, using pared down and stylized yet often ambiguous imagery.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Rachelle is available for commissions and projects, and can be contacted via her website;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;http://www.rachellefox.co.uk/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Sunk Costs&lt;/i&gt; series&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;As part of the &lt;i&gt;Sunk Costs&lt;/i&gt; project, manifested here as an exhibition, Rachelle has been commissioned to create ‘posters’, as she might to advertise a music show or event. However here there is nothing in particular being advertised, but rather passages from an essay which constitutes the genesis of this project are illustrated in her signature style. The slightly muted primary colours and elementary shapes are evocative discarded and sun bleached board games. Complexity and lucidity are central to the prototypal theme of &lt;i&gt;Sunk Costs&lt;/i&gt;, and in this series loaded and complex textual passages are made visual and toy-like. This conflates the typical connotations of academic study and theorizing with fun, games and jokes.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-6061915535951331711?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/6061915535951331711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunk-costs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6061915535951331711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6061915535951331711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunk-costs.html' title='SUNK COSTS'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMa5tofWJAY/TifM6AWqo3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/NqQcea5wCmI/s72-c/Sunk%2BCosts%2BFlyer%2BWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-4636698460671755017</id><published>2011-05-20T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:12:18.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lino cutting &amp; printing workshop at Victoria Baths Zine Convention</title><content type='html'>I ran a lino cutting and relief printing workshop at the wonderful Victoria Baths Zine Convention, organised by the excellent http://www.theshriekingviolets.blogspot.com/ in collaboration with Future Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was a great success with almost 600 attendees, and our 'make your own zine' laboratory was popular, as an inclusive addition to the basic zine convention format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make the workshop fun for people who already know how to make lino prints, and inspiring for those who're trying it for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worksheet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=27zb32h" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/27zb32h.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few A3 posters of this quote by Dieter Roth, it just seems so appropriate to zine making and really advances the message that creativity is for everyone. It came out clearer in the photocopies, this is just a scan of the pasted together original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=66lthl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/66lthl.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd previously taken a bunch of pictures around the baths to print out and have as inspiration, because as we all know the hardest part about starting a picture is deciding what to draw, I won't put any of then up here though because there are absolutely loads and they aren't that interesting. It's a beautiful building and there are plenty of photo's, paintings and drawings of it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pleased with how people got stuck in and spent some time cutting their own lino tile. I'd decided to theme the workshop around tiles (because they're a major part of the Baths' appeal) and little squares are just aesthetically pleasing in any context. There were some pretty young participants and their parents who took their tiles home, hopefully to do some more printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the tiles I was left with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=1zwhlch" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/1zwhlch.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of abstract, figurative and.... pigs. When a little lad far too young to really handle the cutting tools wanted to do a print he, of course, chose the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the fella who made it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=1r21ro" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1r21ro.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another participant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=95wg38" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/95wg38.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in corner cutting squares of paper for her to print on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2565wxw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2565wxw.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the printed tiles that weren't taken home by people to show to their mums. I chose watery colours of differently textured papers to experiment with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=3445wma" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/3445wma.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=nd674h" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/nd674h.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=352nfdj" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/352nfdj.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-4636698460671755017?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/4636698460671755017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/05/lino-cutting-printing-workshop-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4636698460671755017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4636698460671755017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/05/lino-cutting-printing-workshop-at.html' title='Lino cutting &amp; printing workshop at Victoria Baths Zine Convention'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/27zb32h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-4274694036701091293</id><published>2011-01-05T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:12:15.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunk Costs and Incomplete Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This year from March onwards Islington Mill have commissioned six young curators and artists including me to organise a weekend-long show. They will take place once per month, and the idea is with them being so short we'll be able to explore exciting ideas which might otherwise never see the light of day. My favourite kind of contemporary art exhibitions are those which explore an over-arching philosophical theme, and so as a viewer you feel as though you are discovering something and leave with ideas to mull over outside of the gallery ritual. Therefore, because I'm starting from scratch, and know artists in a social sense rather than professional I've decided to write an essay about some ideas I've been preoccupied with, then to send it around to see if anyone is interested or inspired. Here is that essay, so far....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TSQsfEDtU7I/AAAAAAAAAII/sCU95UWrjkI/s1600/new-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TSQsfEDtU7I/AAAAAAAAAII/sCU95UWrjkI/s400/new-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558616752258896818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunk costs and incomplete thinking; contemporary decision making.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Essay and Exhibition Proposal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;As part of the monthly &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;quick-fire art show&lt;/span&gt; project at Islington Mill I am exploring contemporary decision making. In the body of this essay I will explain what I mean by this and why I think it will be useful and interesting to explore in relation to art and its' display. I initially became interested in the theories and concepts which surround decision making whilst considering the power and responsibility we feel as educated citizens of a western nation, and yet the impotence, confusion and resulting apathy which runs parallel to this. The questions around which this investigation will centre are; in an &lt;i&gt;information society&lt;/i&gt; how possible is it, for us with our apparently limited cognitive capacities, to make &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; decisions? Can everything be reduced to the decisions of individuals? Can confusion and fluctuating beliefs play a positive role, and can we explore this with art? This essay will function as a call-out, an invitation to artists who have been considering these ideas, or are interested in them and their implications. The beauty of the quick-fire show is that we can explore innovative and exciting ideas with less organisation and surety than would be needed for a traditional exhibition. I am a recent graduate seeking to construct an independent curating practice, and as such I am open to the evolution of these ideas &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to debate around them.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; In order to give some background to the arguments which I will draw on later in this essay I will begin by explaining why decision making is worth considering, and how we can begin to explore something so fundamental to human consciousness. I apologise if some of this seems self-evident but I feel that such preparation is necessary in order to frame my concerns. It can arguably be claimed that we shape our lives by the decisions which we make, &lt;i&gt;arguably&lt;/i&gt; because the level to which our opportunities are beyond our control is ambiguous. However, for the purposes of this initial exploration into decision making theories I will set out from the premise that by making good decisions we can make our lives better. Having established this, we must now interrogate the term good. In the psychological and mathematical analysis of decision making good is generally taken to mean &lt;i&gt;rational&lt;/i&gt;, with the good and rational decision placed in opposition to the &lt;i&gt;real-life&lt;/i&gt; way in which we make choices. It is something to practice and to strive for, but not something which comes naturally.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; Decision making is a fundamental,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and incredibly complex psychological process, and with this in mind it is imperative to look briefly at some of the theories which have become commonplace to describe &lt;i&gt;natural&lt;/i&gt; decision making. I find the term &lt;i&gt;cognitive dissonance,&lt;/i&gt; particularly interesting in this context, as it touches on themes of self-knowledge and identity. The concept of &lt;i&gt;cognitive dissonance&lt;/i&gt; lucidly illustrates the way in which decision making runs far deeper than we may perceive when we, as the subject, make a choice. We hold beliefs,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and believe ourselves to be a certain way. This means that we must act, and make decisions in accordance with these beliefs, in order to either rectify &lt;i&gt;cognitive dissonance&lt;/i&gt;, or to avoid it in future. To clarify; the parochial equivalent of cognitive dissonance would be feeling stupid or silly in it's mildest form, ranging up to serious emotional and intellectual conflict. This is particularly interesting in terms of contemporary decision making, because it is obviously not always possible to act in accordance with every belief and self-image which you hold. Indeed, we as contemporary citizens of a developed western state hold beliefs which can be complex, individual, uninformed or even malformed, and these are often difficult or impossible to harmonize with.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; I alluded earlier to the mathematical basis of decision-making theories, referring there particularly to &lt;i&gt;Rational Choice Theory&lt;/i&gt;. Many of the most severe arguments within &lt;i&gt;Rational Choice Theory&lt;/i&gt; have been rejected by contemporary psychology. However, they are worth discussing here as they form an interesting counterpoint to colloquial phrases such as &lt;i&gt;listen to your heart&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;go with your gut&lt;/i&gt;. A proponent of &lt;i&gt;Rational Choice Theory&lt;/i&gt;, George Homans set out &lt;i&gt;exchange theory&lt;/i&gt; in 1961, arguing that all social phenomena can be reduced to the actions of the individual. In verbal and social communion with each other, people operate a system of exchange, as in economics, although instead of goods, services and money, we are trading time, information, approval and prestige. In an even more extreme formulation, as well as all social action being reducible to individual action, Homans also saw individual action as reducible to a set of behavioural principles. This can be explained in terms of rewards and punishments, humans act in accordance with rewards they hope they will receive and to avoid punishments. As is articulated by John Scott in his explanation of RCT; “Human consciousness and intelligence enters the picture only in so far as it makes possible these symbolic rewards" &lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote1anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; RCT takes emotive factors out of the equation, and is fairly compatible with the concept of &lt;i&gt;cognitive dissonance&lt;/i&gt;. However we must enquire how useful, if at all, are theories which offer no recognition of the undoubtedly unpleasant feelings and thoughts which constitute actual &lt;i&gt;cognitive dissonance.&lt;/i&gt; It is this idea of &lt;i&gt;usefulness&lt;/i&gt; which leads me neatly on to my next point of discussion; the decision making self-help book. Within such tomes we are encouraged that if we just approach our decisions rationally, and train ourselves against our biases and conditioning we can make good decisions and lead better lives. In order to do this we must first admit to our limited cognitive capacity, and then look to mathematical models of probability and research outside of what we can usually rely on; mythical &lt;i&gt;common sense&lt;/i&gt;. A primary criticism of our bad decision making habits states that we do not consider all possibilities equally, instead either concentrating on what we think of first or what we are already biased towards. This intercession, indicating that in order to make good decisions we should avoid impassioned reactions jars with our contemporary imperative to search for emotional authenticity and to &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; our &lt;i&gt;true self&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; In discussions of the so-called network, or information society in which we now live commentators frequently draw attention to the intellectual and emotional bewilderment which such a wealth of information and choices can engender. As contemporary Western subjects we are encouraged to search for authenticity, love and success in some form. Why shouldn't be we successful given the absolute wealth of information which we have access too? While, of course, some people start off with more opportunities and privileges than others, the relatively high level of social mobility in our society allows few excuses. When you &lt;i&gt;seem&lt;/i&gt; to control your fate every choice could be pivotal, and yet we are aware of how little control we have over the larger structures and organisations which shape our lives.  This dichotomy of responsibility and helplessness is difficult, if not impossible to reconcile. In his preface to the 2009 edition of &lt;i&gt;The Rise of the Network Society&lt;/i&gt; Manuel Castells states that “multidimensional, structural change...takes place in the midst of agony and uncertainty”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote2anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote2sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. Castells further explains that such confusion causes people to congregate around powerful 'primary identities; “religious, ethnic, territorial, national”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote3anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote3sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. However, I would argue that it is also feasible to cast yourself adrift in the sea of information, unable to process or be sure of anything. Beset by cognitive dissonance we can find ourselves sinking into apathy.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; A further often repeated point about contemporary western society which is appropriate to this discussion is the prevailing &lt;i&gt;individualist ideology&lt;/i&gt;. Associated with our obsession with discovering a &lt;i&gt;genuine&lt;/i&gt; identity; “People increasingly organise their meaning not around what they do, but what they are, or believe they are”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote4anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote4sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. Formerly concrete ideas to do with the self have been de-naturalized, for better or for worse, and as such we must make choices about things which were previously proscribed. The freedom of thought which this infers is considered to be essentially a good thing, however given our limited cognitive capacity, how are we to approach making such important choices about who we are, and will be? In this age of flux we can be described, as Ken Plummer articulates; “living simultaneously in traditional, modern and post-modernizing worlds”.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote5anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote5sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;We have to make choices constantly and as hierarchies are exploded it is unclear which are important and which aren't. We may try to harness chance, like Luke Rhinehart's &lt;i&gt;Dice Man&lt;/i&gt;, but just as he initially had to choose the outcomes of each roll, each decision we make could have untold implications. I would like to suggest that perhaps it could be helpful, sometimes, to bask in our lack of knowledge and incomplete thinking, to explore the feeling of a word on the tip of your tongue, or grasping an idea for only an instant before it is lost.  Furthermore, bringing this discussion roundly back to questions of art and its' display, I would argue that the within the ritual of the gallery, and also without, art has a unique privilege to shun surety and is therefore psychologically necessary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; I would like the exhibition which I will be curating to be themed around the ideas which have been described and discussed above. If you have previously made work which explores these themes, or are inspired to make something new I would like to work with you. As yet, I have no aesthetic vision and would prefer to leave that up to you, the artists. I see my role here as proffering the philosophical genesis for an art show, then facilitating its development in which ever direction it may extend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bibiography&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Castells, Manuel.&lt;i&gt; The Rise of the Network Society&lt;/i&gt;, second edition with new preface, Wiley-Blackwell publishing: 2009&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dawes, Robyn M and Hastie, Reid eds. &lt;i&gt;Rational Choice in an Uncertain World: The Psychology of Judgement and Decision Making&lt;/i&gt;, SAGE: 2010&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Galotti, Kathleen M. &lt;i&gt;Making decisions that matter: how people face important life choices&lt;/i&gt;, Taylor &amp;amp; Francis e-library: 2009&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Plummer, Ken. “Intimate Choices” in Browning, Halcli and Webster eds. &lt;i&gt;Understanding Contemporary Society: theories of the present&lt;/i&gt;, SAGE: 2000&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Scott, John. “Rational Choice Theory” in Browning, Halcli and Webster eds. &lt;i&gt;Understanding Contemporary Society: theories of the present&lt;/i&gt;, SAGE: 2000&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Touraine, Alain. &lt;i&gt;Thinking Differently&lt;/i&gt;, Polity Press: 2009&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;www.changingminds.org/explanations/theories/a_decision.htm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote1sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote1anc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Scott  p.128&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote2sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote2anc"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Castells  p.xvii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote3sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote3anc"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Castells  p.3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote4sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote4anc"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;Castells  p.3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote5sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3659347843743866188#sdfootnote5anc"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;Plummer,  p.434&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-4274694036701091293?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/4274694036701091293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-year-from-march-onwards-islington.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4274694036701091293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4274694036701091293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-year-from-march-onwards-islington.html' title='Sunk Costs and Incomplete Thinking'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TSQsfEDtU7I/AAAAAAAAAII/sCU95UWrjkI/s72-c/new-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-6382196205184501063</id><published>2010-12-07T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:02:25.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspapers On Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TP4GIuFRP4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zsAEyHi10As/s1600/newspapers%2Bon%2Bfilm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TP4GIuFRP4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zsAEyHi10As/s400/newspapers%2Bon%2Bfilm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547878537845882754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poster I've done for a film night organised jointly by The Shrieking Violet and Manchester Modernist Society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-6382196205184501063?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/6382196205184501063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/12/newspapers-on-film.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6382196205184501063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6382196205184501063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/12/newspapers-on-film.html' title='Newspapers On Film'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TP4GIuFRP4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zsAEyHi10As/s72-c/newspapers%2Bon%2Bfilm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-4827008079801114534</id><published>2010-10-31T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T05:33:44.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marxism/Collecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I wrote an essay in response to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;http://www.wcml.org.uk/events/islington-mill-object-lessons/&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Marxism/Collecting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The collection of The working class Movement Library, established by Ruth and Eddie Frow has grown into an enchanting assortment of books, pamphlets and paraphernalia. The Frow's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;initial collection, of literature rather than souvenirs, is accompanied by the kind of anecdotal evidence which conflates them with the concept of the classic obsessive collector. The tales of holidays taken up with book buying, a 1937 Morris Van weighed down and a house with no room for a television are typical. While the Frows unequivocally asserted that their motives were entirely political, there is still something inherently problematic in the idea of a (to some degree) Marxist collector. Collecting has been associated with the Marxist concept of commodity fetishism, and it is with this in mind that I seek to discuss the troubling nature of objects using the collection of the W.C.M.L as a case study and point of departure.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; Firstly, we must suspend knowledge of the Frows' particular passion in order to discuss the act of collecting and its relation to the object in, or &lt;i&gt;commodity &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;in general&lt;/span&gt;. This is in order to criticise collecting from a Marxist perspective, and then to explore how this can be bypassed or subverted by certain examples, or indeed by the nature of contemporary collecting as a particular mode of consumption. The chief sin of collecting in Marxist terms is that it is materialistic. There is pleasure in  hunting out of additions to the ever-growing collection that will never be complete, and it would seem at first glance that this is absolutely in line with commodity fetishism. The value which a collector projects into the object which they desire goes far beyond the nature of the object, or the labour which achieved it. Collecting has been discussed in terms of filling a void, or acting as a method by which the subject seeks to augment their   impoverished identity. Russel W. Belk in &lt;i&gt;Collecting in a Consumer Society&lt;/i&gt; defines object fetishism thus; “In conflating the signifier with the signified, the fetish object is believed to have the power of that which it merely represents”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote1anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. With this in mind we can begin to understand the sheer power that objects have over the typical collector. Although the Frows were compiling very particular objects which are interesting in their own right, they were still undoubtedly collectors, conforming to too many of the conventions of collecting to be exempt from analysis within them.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; In his discussion of the collected object's relation to materialism Belk cites consumer theorists Marsha Richins and Scott Dawson who distinguish &lt;i&gt;terminal materialism&lt;/i&gt;, buying for the sake of having, from &lt;i&gt;instrumental materialism&lt;/i&gt;, acquiring an object which you will then use to serve a further purpose. This distinction is essential in seeking to understand collecting, as at first it appears to be a clean-cut case of terminal materialism. However if we consider the object's destination; the collection as a whole, as well as the emotional and intellectual effects of collecting on the collector it becomes clear that it can also be seen as instrumental materialism. The object, although it is not a tool in the traditional sense,  has a purpose. Indeed, collecting has often been defined as a special form of materialism or consumption, somehow more meaningful and thus justifiable in philosophical terms than others. In order to elucidate this singular characteristic of collecting against all other forms of consumption I will look to Walter Benjamin. There are is an obvious parallel between his evocative account of amassing and organising a library, and the Frows' own library, as Pil and Galia Kollectiv have eloquently interpreted this; “He is unique in celebrating the constructive, creative or even critical value of mass consumer culture as distinct from capitalism per se”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote2anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote2sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. Benjamin attached a mythical importance to the objects he collected, submerging his analysis in the creative potential of collecting. This involvement with objects on such a deep level could in fact to some degree bypass the negative connotations of commodity fetishism; “Benjamin traces a different kind of engagement with objects that the one permitted by bourgeois reason”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote3anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote3sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. In his passionate attachment to his objects, Benjamin looks to their history; the biography of an object, it's previous ownership and 'life' is an essential part of it's appeal. Thus, the treatment of an object by a collector subverts capitalist materialism, as instead of being merely transferred from the market to the home, it is saved, often from obscurity, and elevated as a part of history&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote4anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote4sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. The collected object is rescued from the frenetic continuum of trade, and as such collecting confounds materialism, and so can in fact be compatible with a politically radical, anti-capitalist outlook.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; Furthermore, &lt;i&gt;Collecting&lt;/i&gt; is an action and as such must be differentiated from the static &lt;i&gt;collection&lt;/i&gt;, we must pay heed to the activity as well as the object. An important part of the drive to collect is the pleasure in acquisition rather than ownership, which initially sets it apart from the mere purchase of status items; “besides its emphasis on possessive having, collecting also involves an emphasis on acquisitive doing”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote5anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote5sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. This doing, this &lt;i&gt;action&lt;/i&gt;, is evidenced in the Frows' travelling, seeking out new additions to their ever growing library. Benjamin also describes travel as an meaningful aspect of collecting; “I have made my most memorable purchases on trips, as a transient”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote6anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote6sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. This emphasis on travel, the mission of collecting can be seen to relate to the interpretation of the collector as Hero. Belk proposes a scale with two differing conceptions of the collector at either end; at one tip is the pathetic lonely obsessive, unable to maintain human relationships due to their reliance on objects, and at the other, the romantic and passionate heroic collector. The Frows have definitely been cast as heroic collectors, working to preserve what would otherwise be lost, and struggling against the transience of modern media and the wastefulness of society. In conjunction with this recognition of the collector in a positive and noble light Belk proposes a paradox, that collecting can at once be possessive materialism, yet also a labour of love.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; While the above analysis can be applied to the W.C.M.L and the Frows, their literary collection is distinct from the kind which Benjamin writes about. They were actively, and a consciously seeking to document a particular history, although still acting on the emotional, passionate level of the typical collector. It would perhaps be unfair to discuss their collection purely in terms of the types which Belk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;focuses&lt;/span&gt; on, of toys, beer cans, and bottles. Although it would be equally naive not to question the Frows' collecting, for it arguably of the same essential ilk, in dealing with objects. While the literature which they originally set out to amass was sought for the information it contained or the ideals which it represented, and not the fact of its object-hood, we could posit that amid the labor of seeking and hoarding this noble cause could have evolved. The Frows themselves described their actual collect&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; in terms of the negative obsession to which Belk refers, as a disease. It is clear from their personal account that it had taken over their lives, in the same way it has done with so many collectors of objects deemed less important to history. Therefore,again, the Frows' example can be legitimately placed within the same category as modern collecting in general, and can be discussed in the same way, regardless of the vital nature of the objects they chose.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; Thus far I have discussed the Frows' collection as if it were purely personal, existing in the home. Indeed this is how it began, but it is now public in the form of the W.C.M.L and as such it is necessary examine the way in which it can fit within the wider tradition of museums. Belk&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; posits the concept of a museum of ideas, questioning our object-centric account of history, an idea which it is interesting to apply to the W.C.M.L. The accounts which are documented in the collection could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;feasibly&lt;/span&gt; be written-up or archived, so why is it deemed important to preserve the actual objects? Here we must refer again to Benjamin's emotional and personal account of the relationship between collector and object; undoubtedly the preservation of the objects in the W.C.M.L collection is due in large part to their biographies, the makers of political pamphlets, the people who fought for these causes. It is with this human connection that an aura has developed around the literary collection, and with the paraphernalia and souvenirs which have been donated by others the collection gains a more concrete sense of place, as in the &lt;i&gt;Object Lessons &lt;/i&gt;exhibition where a room is created. This creation of a shared, emotive territory provokes a realisation of the way in which collecting can foster community. As Belk asserts; “the collector pursues a corrective to the alienation of the general market”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote7anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote7sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;, and this point can apply to any collection, not just those with a political motive. With this in mind, returning to the concept of the museum we must ask; how can a collection maintain its legitimacy and aura in an institutional setting? Pil and Galia Kollectiv ask which is better, the public or the private display; the public museum is more use as an archive, yet collecting by its very nature subverts the utility of objects and in line with this the private collector is able to invest care in, and have a relationship with the objects. Without this human connection of care and feeling, which as we have established is an essential part of modern collecting, can the collection still be said to confound materialism? Although, the W.C.M.L whilst existing as a public library and museum can be said to pervert expectations of the Museum as an institution...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Belk criticises Museums on the grounds that what is generally displayed in them has been acquired only by the upper classes, as we display the best and most precious objects; “by virtue of primarily collecting and displaying objects that once belonged to the rich, we celebrate and pay homage to a system of status based on material wealth”.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote8anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote8sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The W.C.M.L does not fall within Belk's generalisation, as well as elevating a history as all collections do, the W.C.M.L is specifically ennobling the history of an under-represented social class and in this way builds on the subversive nature of modern collections as they have been defined here, making an explicitly political statement. Initially in consideration of the Frows' collection I wondered; in a collection does it matter what the objects are, or just that they are objects? In the case of the W.C.M.L the radical attributes of the collection are undoubtedly important, but it is also representative of many aspects of the quintessential modern collection. When viewed in a capsule as in &lt;i&gt;Object Lessons&lt;/i&gt;, we must not lose sight of how meaningful this particular treatment of objects is, and what it means within the context of capitalist materialism. In order to subvert capitalism perhaps there is no need to be anti-objects, instead we can treat them as repositories of human history and achievement, with historical, aesthetic and emotional over monetary value.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote1sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote1anc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Belk  p.146&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote2sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote2anc"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Pil and Galia Kollectiv&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote3sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote3anc"&gt;3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pil and Galia Kollectiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote4sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote4anc"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;Point  made by Pil and Galia Kollectiv&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote5sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote5anc"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; Belk p.140&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote6"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote6sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote6anc"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;Benjamin,  p.490&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote7"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote7sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote7anc"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; Belk,  p.151&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote8"&gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote8sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3659347843743866188&amp;amp;postID=4827008079801114534#sdfootnote8anc"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; Belk,  p.156&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;Belk, Russel W. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Collecting in a Consumer Society&lt;/span&gt; Routledge (1995)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;Benjamin, Walter "Unpacking my Library" in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walter Benjamin: Selected writings Volume 2 1927 - 1934 Harvard&lt;/span&gt; (1999)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;Pil and Galia Kollectiv &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;www.kollectiv.co.uk/Benjamin Collecting.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-4827008079801114534?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/4827008079801114534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/10/marxismcollecting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4827008079801114534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4827008079801114534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/10/marxismcollecting.html' title='Marxism/Collecting'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-2614655824144073223</id><published>2010-10-12T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:21:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illustrated Family Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTQ4XjxzZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rLpd6HUhjj4/s1600/medical+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTQ4XjxzZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rLpd6HUhjj4/s400/medical+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527272309505772946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I went along with my housemates to a carboot sale in Stockport, it wasn't the best carboot sale ever but it was still pretty exciting setting out at 7am on a golden Autumn morning with a thermos of coffee and ten pounds. I didn't spend it all. Got this brilliant book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illustrated Family Doctor&lt;/span&gt;, there's no date so I'm not sure when it was published but there was a note inside dated 1936. There are loads of dead good pictures in it, so I'll put them on here a few at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTQhnk-nKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hcgWTY_HsRs/s1600/medical+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTQhnk-nKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hcgWTY_HsRs/s400/medical+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527271918668782754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTQPRHU70I/AAAAAAAAAG4/UF1ZEs2wHYk/s1600/medical+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTQPRHU70I/AAAAAAAAAG4/UF1ZEs2wHYk/s400/medical+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527271603401191234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTOaCbthGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BNuvXs5mP1Y/s1600/medical+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTOaCbthGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BNuvXs5mP1Y/s400/medical+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527269589415461986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTORdQHKII/AAAAAAAAAGo/K0CHfInd0jA/s1600/medical+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTORdQHKII/AAAAAAAAAGo/K0CHfInd0jA/s400/medical+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527269441995745410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTOLbAFW-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/QK47fdyWd-A/s1600/medical+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTOLbAFW-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/QK47fdyWd-A/s400/medical+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527269338312432610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTOEfRC-KI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DBP-4xo5F9M/s1600/medical+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTOEfRC-KI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DBP-4xo5F9M/s400/medical+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527269219198236834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTN94GQ-eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6IxMGj1Q48Q/s1600/medical+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTN94GQ-eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6IxMGj1Q48Q/s400/medical+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527269105604819426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-2614655824144073223?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/2614655824144073223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/10/illustrated-family-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/2614655824144073223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/2614655824144073223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/10/illustrated-family-doctor.html' title='Illustrated Family Doctor'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTQ4XjxzZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rLpd6HUhjj4/s72-c/medical+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-5672039563565781376</id><published>2010-10-12T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:00:52.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTMT_qFPSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SkjjN27SSjI/s1600/victoria+baths+bag+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTMT_qFPSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SkjjN27SSjI/s400/victoria+baths+bag+drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527267286567959842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an illustration I've done for the Local History Society zine, it's of my Victoria Baths tote bag. I decided that just drawing a bit of a building would be boring, and thinking about Manchester's historical sites, it came to mind that odd souvenirs are often a highlight. Perhaps I will do a souvenir series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-5672039563565781376?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/5672039563565781376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/10/souvenir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/5672039563565781376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/5672039563565781376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/10/souvenir.html' title='Souvenir'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TLTMT_qFPSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SkjjN27SSjI/s72-c/victoria+baths+bag+drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-4338534538444543283</id><published>2010-09-27T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:53:22.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KNIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TKCFiGW6ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MMfSdJvV7x0/s1600/october+flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TKCFiGW6ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MMfSdJvV7x0/s400/october+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521559964025001426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-4338534538444543283?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/4338534538444543283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/09/knight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4338534538444543283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4338534538444543283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/09/knight.html' title='KNIGHT'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TKCFiGW6ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MMfSdJvV7x0/s72-c/october+flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-4230384496920225045</id><published>2010-08-02T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:19:42.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TFb-HhxklUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9baz4tL7hdg/s1600/film+flyer+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500863400158467394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TFb-HhxklUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9baz4tL7hdg/s400/film+flyer+big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun a flyer for the Summer Cinema at Islington mill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-4230384496920225045?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/4230384496920225045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/08/dun-flyer-for-summer-cinema-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4230384496920225045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4230384496920225045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/08/dun-flyer-for-summer-cinema-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TFb-HhxklUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9baz4tL7hdg/s72-c/film+flyer+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-2302521091488543706</id><published>2010-07-20T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:22:55.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have done so far this summer</title><content type='html'>Last week we had a gig at MRBLHAUS. Here's the flyer I made for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2yu0odt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2yu0odt.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really good, nice people, nice atmosphere. The world is not flat! were magical in our little echoey basement with fairy lights and pom-poms all around. The surprise of the night was the Louche FC who only asked to play at the last minute, everyone was proper into them, they're all fuzzy and 60's http://www.myspace.com/thebicyclethievesuk . All the other bands were brill too, Debbie of The Awkard Turtles/Strums of Indigo, or 'Deorah' on 'ere brought her bags and necklaces and broaches which I would buy had I any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After how rad that one was we're probably going to put on more gigs so if you'd like to come and play in MRBLHAUS basement you should ask and if you're good we'll make something happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got some lino-cutting things and did a little one of a nice fractal-y leaf that I took a picture of once in a garden centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=29wpfsh" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/29wpfsh.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here is an illustrated article on making damson gin that I've done for an upcoming edition of 'The Shrieking Violet'. Of course it has to look good in black and white mainly, but I tried to make it look nice in colour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=154wr36" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/154wr36.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2r2x0zo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2r2x0zo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2ykdqow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-2302521091488543706?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/2302521091488543706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-week-we-had-gig-at-mrblhaus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/2302521091488543706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/2302521091488543706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-week-we-had-gig-at-mrblhaus.html' title='Things I have done so far this summer'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2yu0odt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-8142010295179483794</id><published>2010-04-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:43:37.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP THE VOLCANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S9nsqeQlJYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1F4Sk2Wa4kk/s1600/crayon+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S9nsqeQlJYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1F4Sk2Wa4kk/s400/crayon+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465659837212075394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago we at MRBLHAUS got some crayons from Asda so I decided to try and do a picture with them. Soo this is a little girl carrying a ruler copied out of the national geographic done in the colours of a bruise, I think it looks a bit post apocalyptic, who would've thought crayons would have that effect. Hmph. Will practice summore with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-8142010295179483794?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/8142010295179483794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/04/while-ago-we-at-mrblhaus-got-some.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/8142010295179483794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/8142010295179483794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/04/while-ago-we-at-mrblhaus-got-some.html' title='JUMP THE VOLCANO'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S9nsqeQlJYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1F4Sk2Wa4kk/s72-c/crayon+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-883070010435213146</id><published>2010-04-08T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:45:16.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fleshy Squiggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S74HTtXSw7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/b9vx5xBQ3lU/s1600/Fleshy+Squiggle+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S74HTtXSw7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/b9vx5xBQ3lU/s400/Fleshy+Squiggle+big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457807833595823026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to try and do a picture of one of the finest creatures you will probably find in your local natural history museum. Only got a few drips of coffee on it too! Better zoom in to see it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S74GlQis-XI/AAAAAAAAAFY/N39_6etg7_I/s1600/Fleshy+Squiggle+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-883070010435213146?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/883070010435213146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/04/fleshy-squiggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/883070010435213146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/883070010435213146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/04/fleshy-squiggle.html' title='The Fleshy Squiggle'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S74HTtXSw7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/b9vx5xBQ3lU/s72-c/Fleshy+Squiggle+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-6899115653328223869</id><published>2010-02-17T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:46:19.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Flamenco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6aC3WYEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xfU56HcWiio/s1600-h/othersounds+greyscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6aC3WYEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xfU56HcWiio/s320/othersounds+greyscale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439145931588395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Othersounds the next generation asked me to do a flyer for their clubnight. This is it, not got any writing on though yet obvs. They wanted it in black and white but that didn't stop me colouring it in completely stupid colours. An Alien Flamenco dancer is pretty bloody 'other'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6TsFyZHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ezwFY7n8VRQ/s1600-h/othersounds+colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6TsFyZHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ezwFY7n8VRQ/s320/othersounds+colour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439145822395720818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6Mn1WGCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OV8cMgxRwOA/s1600-h/othersounds+flyer+background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6Mn1WGCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OV8cMgxRwOA/s320/othersounds+flyer+background.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439145700993931298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6HX-9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/4Kw5Y9ig9zU/s1600-h/othersounds+flyer+lines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6HX-9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/4Kw5Y9ig9zU/s320/othersounds+flyer+lines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439145610839933858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-6899115653328223869?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/6899115653328223869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/02/alien-flamenco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6899115653328223869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6899115653328223869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/02/alien-flamenco.html' title='Alien Flamenco'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S3u6aC3WYEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xfU56HcWiio/s72-c/othersounds+greyscale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-3299756515477583512</id><published>2010-02-01T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:19:05.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval medical manuscript illustrations</title><content type='html'>When I started researching for my dissertation in summer I was labouring under the deluded notion that I'd be allowed to do it on how cool it is when people in medieval paintings look a bit like zombies. In a roundabout way it is still about that, without directly referencing zombies. Anyway, I got a book out with loads of really good pictures in it and have kept it since, now I will give it back to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b6PP9ZXSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3_dnjwNaAlQ/s1600-h/eye+late+14th+early+15th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b6PP9ZXSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3_dnjwNaAlQ/s320/eye+late+14th+early+15th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433305140358110498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b9vpKHFlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/K3EJM9N_OHc/s1600-h/scholastic+theory+of+sense+organs.+Johann+Lindner+at+Liepzig.+1472+-+1474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b9vpKHFlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/K3EJM9N_OHc/s320/scholastic+theory+of+sense+organs.+Johann+Lindner+at+Liepzig.+1472+-+1474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433308995413022290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diagrams explaning the functioning of the sense organs. I really like scholastic schematic diagrams like these, that try to explain stuff in relation to everything else with brill scholastic reasoning. I wish somebody would do one for social conduct in cafes and at the birthday parties of people you don't know very well and on leaving a room full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5fJtVUSI/AAAAAAAAADw/5eHsziPDGBo/s1600-h/white+bird+foretells+death+or+recovery,+13th+C+Aviarium+of+Hugh+of+Folieto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5fJtVUSI/AAAAAAAAADw/5eHsziPDGBo/s320/white+bird+foretells+death+or+recovery,+13th+C+Aviarium+of+Hugh+of+Folieto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433304314046402850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are in fact royalty Mr. Chalk will let you know whether you're going to die or get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5aeSJ7gI/AAAAAAAAADo/pSrQPqfAdfk/s1600-h/theatrum+sanitatis+C.1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5aeSJ7gI/AAAAAAAAADo/pSrQPqfAdfk/s320/theatrum+sanitatis+C.1400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433304233670209026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                 One for Catriona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5PscuLyI/AAAAAAAAADg/xNgsShs8MSk/s1600-h/Pulse+taking+germany+late+13th+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5PscuLyI/AAAAAAAAADg/xNgsShs8MSk/s320/Pulse+taking+germany+late+13th+c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433304048494063394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The colours on this one are brilliant! Where they've all rubbed off and it's all grey and russet and purple and flaky gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5FhaQu6I/AAAAAAAAADY/XvF-0Hz6K2U/s1600-h/cataract+late+12th+C..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b5FhaQu6I/AAAAAAAAADY/XvF-0Hz6K2U/s320/cataract+late+12th+C..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433303873732262818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one too! Red, turquoise, royal blue and orange. Everything about this picture is great from the cataracts dance to the pattern on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4_H4bw7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GQEdSwJKpPA/s1600-h/houseleek+in+a+sulphurous+landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4_H4bw7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GQEdSwJKpPA/s320/houseleek+in+a+sulphurous+landscape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433303763800277938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of a sulpherous landscape and a houseleek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4yPHsJCI/AAAAAAAAADI/yN6HWGtE4JM/s1600-h/blister+beetle+13th+C..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4yPHsJCI/AAAAAAAAADI/yN6HWGtE4JM/s320/blister+beetle+13th+C..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433303542405014562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little picture of a blister beetle is just so pretty and amazing and quite perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4o0WCPfI/AAAAAAAAADA/76w6XIy2-Pg/s1600-h/male+and+female+mandrakes+from+7th+c+greek+manuscript.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4o0WCPfI/AAAAAAAAADA/76w6XIy2-Pg/s320/male+and+female+mandrakes+from+7th+c+greek+manuscript.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433303380598603250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MANDRAKE mandrake MANDRAKE mandrake MANDRAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4Xc6SfAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IxlGS8SYO_A/s1600-h/1175+male+madrake+torn+up+by+hound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4Xc6SfAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IxlGS8SYO_A/s320/1175+male+madrake+torn+up+by+hound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433303082250435586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4Np1eR9I/AAAAAAAAACw/E2hc1yHB6Ow/s1600-h/15th+C+Foetal+presentations+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4Np1eR9I/AAAAAAAAACw/E2hc1yHB6Ow/s320/15th+C+Foetal+presentations+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433302913921206226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DISCO PHOETUS DISCO PHOETUS DISCO PHOETUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4GPefUzI/AAAAAAAAACo/Af6JiuQqgfg/s1600-h/15th+C+Foetal+presentations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b4GPefUzI/AAAAAAAAACo/Af6JiuQqgfg/s320/15th+C+Foetal+presentations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433302786586399538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b3-oFagKI/AAAAAAAAACg/nL-giwZZb_U/s1600-h/15th+C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b3-oFagKI/AAAAAAAAACg/nL-giwZZb_U/s320/15th+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433302655753158818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b333FycxI/AAAAAAAAACY/qsCUtazATYM/s1600-h/14th+c+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b333FycxI/AAAAAAAAACY/qsCUtazATYM/s320/14th+c+teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433302539522175762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tooth ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b3uxOIkoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mR7ZJNcCRuk/s1600-h/13th+C.+minature,+bathers+and+grotesque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b3uxOIkoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mR7ZJNcCRuk/s320/13th+C.+minature,+bathers+and+grotesque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433302383327744642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bathers totally checking each other out, dragon man does not approve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b3md2zy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/CHstDJrFcew/s1600-h/4+of+48+from+early+14th+c.+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b3md2zy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/CHstDJrFcew/s320/4+of+48+from+early+14th+c.+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433302240690686914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another one where the colours and composition are just SO GREAT. It's a dude being ill and a doctor with an awesome hat clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-3299756515477583512?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/3299756515477583512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/02/medieval-medical-manuscript.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/3299756515477583512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/3299756515477583512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/02/medieval-medical-manuscript.html' title='Medieval medical manuscript illustrations'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S2b6PP9ZXSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3_dnjwNaAlQ/s72-c/eye+late+14th+early+15th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-5834239017984681518</id><published>2010-01-20T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:07:22.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bjnrOvj5I/AAAAAAAAACA/gKm6LozGsBs/s1600-h/coloured+ratty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bjnrOvj5I/AAAAAAAAACA/gKm6LozGsBs/s320/coloured+ratty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428776671600676754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bjiHQtUOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mdaxf_jwMr8/s1600-h/coloured+mices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bjiHQtUOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mdaxf_jwMr8/s320/coloured+mices.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428776576045895906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bjQkHUFfI/AAAAAAAAABw/aB-E32ZWqHI/s1600-h/Stu+flyer+contrast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bjQkHUFfI/AAAAAAAAABw/aB-E32ZWqHI/s320/Stu+flyer+contrast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428776274553476594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rly like drawing mice and rats with felt tips in wrong colours. Did a flyer for my friend Stuart with a be-crowned mouse on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-5834239017984681518?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/5834239017984681518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/01/rat-king.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/5834239017984681518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/5834239017984681518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/01/rat-king.html' title='Rat King'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bjnrOvj5I/AAAAAAAAACA/gKm6LozGsBs/s72-c/coloured+ratty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-8536067841751418630</id><published>2010-01-20T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:03:10.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeel wintry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bioIFbRfI/AAAAAAAAABo/df2McxVqFsE/s1600-h/SHRIEKING+VIOLET+COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bioIFbRfI/AAAAAAAAABo/df2McxVqFsE/s320/SHRIEKING+VIOLET+COVER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428775579834598898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover for the December edition of The Shrieking Violet, Natalie's brill zine. Basically the view from my bedroom window in Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1biE5pj3lI/AAAAAAAAABg/fKsjxHmhuPM/s1600-h/christmas+cards.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1biE5pj3lI/AAAAAAAAABg/fKsjxHmhuPM/s320/christmas+cards.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428774974664203858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Cards! Never waste a stencil huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-8536067841751418630?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/8536067841751418630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/01/reeel-wintry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/8536067841751418630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/8536067841751418630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2010/01/reeel-wintry.html' title='Reeel wintry'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/S1bioIFbRfI/AAAAAAAAABo/df2McxVqFsE/s72-c/SHRIEKING+VIOLET+COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-6758428461068317131</id><published>2009-09-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:23:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few recent things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/SqrbDU_APVI/AAAAAAAAABI/n3W7aO42CXA/s1600-h/the+garden+city+heading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/SqrbDU_APVI/AAAAAAAAABI/n3W7aO42CXA/s320/the+garden+city+heading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380353555066535250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/SqravGmIPuI/AAAAAAAAABA/QYOZensgvRc/s1600-h/brains+grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/SqravGmIPuI/AAAAAAAAABA/QYOZensgvRc/s200/brains+grey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380353207606722274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/SqrZ9FBTLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DJ8Vt8dxlMQ/s1600-h/stellar+om+flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/SqrZ9FBTLwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DJ8Vt8dxlMQ/s400/stellar+om+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380352348190355202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a gig on in our basement at MRBLHAUS, it was brill, I did a flyer for it which is directly above these here words. At the top are some little illustrations I did for The Shrieking Violet which is a monthly zine loosely about Manchester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-6758428461068317131?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/6758428461068317131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-recent-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6758428461068317131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/6758428461068317131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-recent-things.html' title='a few recent things'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/SqrbDU_APVI/AAAAAAAAABI/n3W7aO42CXA/s72-c/the+garden+city+heading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659347843743866188.post-4851225538046103264</id><published>2009-06-22T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:47:38.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no camera</title><content type='html'>I don't have photos of anything, haven't got a camera. So I'm just going to make a little memoir of the stuff I've done this year, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on some gigs, with friends, and made posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/msyulu.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressful/sucessful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1248wlf.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loadsafunallroundonthewhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/5ufjew.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun one with OMG, bands were good, I liked deejaying, shit rushed flyer though looks better in real life aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I formed two bands with some friends and we started playing gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/marblekrusher  the happiest noisiest yes wave.&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/rrrrhombus   lezbo folk angst/science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very talky today, just wanted to get it started. Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Lauren/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Lauren/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659347843743866188-4851225538046103264?l=slugsandteas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/feeds/4851225538046103264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4851225538046103264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659347843743866188/posts/default/4851225538046103264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slugsandteas.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-camera.html' title='no camera'/><author><name>Lauren (arachnid) Velvick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924524706370106162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVXyzQL6les/TQpV91e8zDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/39zdBl668os/S220/bike%2Bsnow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/msyulu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
