Gift in Lift

I left a nice arrangement of flowers in the lift, then waved goodbye to them. I wonder if they will still be there tonight...

Bringing Love to my Lift

Bunch of Flowers

Rose Petals

Chocolates

Romance Novels

Incense sticks

Candles

Massage Oils

Strawberrys and Cream

My Rose petals have been cleared away but the Lavender smell still remains.

Love in an Elevator.

I want to slowly transform a small space. Something that people use everyday. A place where you spend time in but you never look at. After watching the documentary 'lift' I want to do something to the lift in my block of flats over a period of a week. I want a space that people normally ignore to become a talking point? I think the changes will start off subtle and then get a bit more romantic...

21/02/2010 - A week after Valentines -Whenever I walk into the lift in my flat block it always smells of something different. Garlic, bacon and vinegar are just some of the obtrusive smells that have filled that little space. I sprinkled lavender oil into the carpet. The lift smells so much better.

22/02/2010 - The carpet is a bit dull. I scattered rose petals on it. I guess I'm starting from the floor and working my way up. I bet the cleaner will sweep them away.

Lift

Thankyou James. Just got shown a really good documentary called 'Lift'. Have a look.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJNAvyLCTik

Little Secrets.

Singing in my hairbrush to Beyonce. Really giving it my all. Might even do a little dance move or two. Someone walks in. Embarrassment. Awkward. Funny. Ehhhhhhh? Walking in on moment, or never knowing it happened at all?

Little Thoughts.

Intervention

Was aimlessly looking through a two year old magazine of 'Frieze' when I came across Jiri Kovanda, a Czech artist who explores the limits and Joys of Freedom. His idea's are often small scale and tend to be more stories of the event than actual evidence. His intervention work of the 1970s took place during the invasion of Czechoslovakia and he wanted his work to be full of love and happiness to compensate. His work made me smile. ' Kissing Through Glass' was a fitting piece of work to be reading about on Valentines Day.

He waited in the Tate Modern behind a glass window. He held up a note to passers-by asking them to kiss him. An action which "in spite of the physical barrier, was accompanied by embarrassment, hesitation, caution and occasionally tenderness". It reminded me of the romance and quirkyness of films like Amelie and Paris Je t'aime. This is something I want to explore further...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGa1Iz4EeS0 - Listen and Enjoy

Crouch like a crow, contrast in the snow

I have been told that this blog is too personal. The only way I can thing to do this is to remove me, or more accurately 'I'. Please do so, and I shall do this in future blogs.

Stressed. Stressed. Stressed. This blog has become a bit of a diary and I am now going to try to post each blog as mini 'artist statements'.
The three week ''dark space' project is nearly at an end. This brief has given me an opportunity to step away from making quirky, fun, time-consuming THINGS in order to develop other skills. The past two weeks I have really been focused on thinking and asking and thinking again and then answering. Why do I want this the way I do etc etc? This process is new for me. I normally jump in head first to the 'thing' and create the reasons around it later. It is unnerving in a way.

Iwillbetryingtomanipulatethesenses. i WANT PEOPLE TO THINK BECOME CONFUSED BY WHAT THE HEAR, evenFRIGHTENED. stepp outside the comforte zonne.

I have been asking myself...What would it like to be blind? To trust completely in someone? Are senses really heightened?

When thinking of my work I have been persistently asking ASKING ASKING? why do I want to show this? What difference will it make in doing things? How will I get around this!!!