Entries by barringtonarts_Admin1

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WELCOME TO THE BLACK LODGE 1. The studio now functional and aesthetically evolved. 2. A couple of shots of the studio’s Green Room, where absinthe paraphernalia and Victorian artwork abound. 3. Another shot of the Green Room, this time of the art desk (where the Clash-inspired canvas collage ‘Iron Serenity’ was born, etc.). 4. And […]

‘Ouroboros Studies’

Here, following, is part I of a collection of slates from the Ouroboros Triptych photo session/’outside installation’ that I think deserve to exist in their own right. I am fairly pleased with the results of ideas that floated around my consciousness at that time, which bore these bulbous rotten fruits with ease. The Blood Slate […]

‘Iron Serenity’

“Iron Serenity”. June 2007. (newspaper, glossy paper and black/white spray paint on canvas) Here’s a photograph of a recently finished collage that I made as a wedding gift for old friends (Clash fans – as am I). Designed partly with an image in mind of those faded old gig flyers and notices that you still […]

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[yes, I realise its been a few weeks since I’ve last typed a few words here. Here’s why…] The ‘Black Lodge’ is coming. Its not black. And there are no lodgers. But my oddly monikered studio is finally coming along and forming into the Lodge after being delivered and installed at the end of May. […]

‘Awareness Trilogy’

As I mention at the bottom of my 2007 Manifesto list, I plan to create multimedia experiments this year. Earlier this month I devised what I am referring to as my ‘Awareness Trilogy’; three very different, massively public art events. The latter two events I won’t make mention of yet, as I believe in bad […]

‘The Ouroboros Triptych’

May 2007. Part of the ‘Death’ Manifesto node. Ouroboros – the serpent eating its own tail. Personally speaking, the three images above, and the original ‘Outside Installation’ I created, conjure up feelings of helplessness in life’s daily conventions, powerlessness in halting time and decay (and its inevitable grief), and restriction of confidence and self-assurance in […]