What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images //
Mad Matisse Garms
I will be selling all the bags worn below and more commissioned designs for £8 + postage from bigcartel asap but ONLY IF YOU WANT TO ACTUALLY BUY ONE (because it's all pointless if no one is gna utilise my shop)
Perfect for xmas gifts/school/weekend fun !!! SO PLEASE EMAIL/COMMENT IF YOU WOULD BE INTERESTED??
I'm going to be embroidering tshirts on request too just send me a message email@example.com
here are some photos show-casing the vague examples of the bags, integrated with fun Matisse-cut-outs and sum gr8 quotes by gr8 artists..
"With colour one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft." -Matisse
"My curves are not crazy" - Matisse
Here, I'm wearing a new one-of-a-kind shirt I bought in Golbourne Rd Market~ it's from a tailor's shop in Thailand that the stall owner bought when it was displayed for stitching examples to customers. It shows all the girls-schools' crests in the area it was bought from and it's super cute ~~
"I wouldn't mind turning into a vermilion goldfish" -Matisse
"Drawing makes you see things clearer, and clearer and clearer still, until your eyes ache." - Hockney
Matisse blue nudes
The other day I saw Peace and Bombay Bicycle Club live at Earl's Court London and as expected Peace were so so great. It was the 6th time I have seen them, and I never regret it~~ this time, Harrison Koisser sauntered onstage wearing a poncho: it was the most heavenly thing. It reminded me of Vince Noire in The Mighty Boosh, who claims "you can never be unhappy in a poncho" because Harrison's joy was radiating in glorious waves.
They played Gen Strange, the new song from their forthcoming album which was dreamy to hear for the first time live, and everyone screamed "How do you do it?" right back at Harrison~~
Sam Koisser had traded his ordinary black skinny jeans for glittery trousers, as dark as his silky black hair. For the first time ever he had surprisingly found some sort of new MAGICAL stage presence asl well, and it was beautiful. Opening with the classic Lovesick and finishing their supporting set with World Pleasure: And as the resounding base line began to fade out and Doug's bopping head movements subsided, a boy standing next to me (whose face was covered in Peace stickers) and the rest of the crowd cried out for more.
I had a very emotional time in the Tate Britain yesterday when I went to see the Turner Prize exhibition of up-and-coming modern artists. I have nothing against "post-modern" art and some of the artists were v talented and cool but WHERE WERE THE PAINTINGS AND THE SOUL ART it was all fkn film art which didn't 100% constitute as art.
It was super disappointing but then I came out feeling all moody and walked straight into the Hockney/Freud/Moore room and it was like finding a lake after 100days in the desert. It was beautiful and I was so haPPY to see Lucian Freud's Girl With Kitten and Hockney's A Bigger Splash like they were my old friends and all my faith in British art was 100% restored..