It’s certainly been hectic times since last summer, with many new works created and lots of side-projects initiated. You can always find my latest news on the BarringtonArts Facebook or Twitter platforms, so I recommend you hook up with me there. For this post though, I’d like to invite you to an event of free booze, food and social networking – oh, and my newest works…
YOUR PERSONAL INVITE TO MY NEWEST SOLO EXHIBITION
“FEMALES volume II (with love and in death)” by Phil Barrington
Opening Event; Friday August 28th – 6.00pm to 8.00pm.
You (plus guests) are invited to the private viewing event of my latest series of fine art mixed-media photography – held at the stylish first-floor Hamburg Gallery in the historic Hanse House complex on the South Quay riverside of King’s Lynn.
My newest series is a set of affordably-priced bold mood prints that continue to concentrate on the female form in a variety of different situations, all featured characters expressing a range of emotions within a world of constant turmoil. From a parisian boudoir to the fields of wartime England, from foggy lands of dead trees to a mournful post-Raj India, this new selection of FEMALES ultimately reflects the dark side of our society which continuously attacks the vulnerable and innocent, depicting a wounded world view of murderous revenge, despair and slavery (with a dash of hope and dark humour).
There are rare gifts to give away to three lucky attendees at the event, with complimentary wine, food, music and more throughout the evening to make the experience very special indeed.
“Frances; Perpetual Self-Mastectomy [I]”, 20″x15″. Phil Barrington, 2015. Giclée print.
“M. Dubois placed me upon the Mattress, & spread a cambric handkerchief upon my face. It was transparent, however, & I saw, through it, that the Bedstead was instantly surrounded by the 7 men & my nurse. I refused to be held; but when, Bright through the cambric, I saw the glitter of polished Steel – I closed my Eyes. I would not trust to convulsive fear the sight of the terrible incision. Yet – when the dreadful steel was plunged into the breast – cutting through veins – arteries – flesh – nerves – I needed no injunctions not to restrain my cries. I began a scream that lasted unintermittingly during the whole time of the incision – & I almost marvel that it rings not in my Ears still?” Frances Burney.
“Britannia; Nationalism as a Urine-Soaked Rag”
15″x20″. Phil Barrington, 2014. Giclée print from Colour Transparency with dyes & debris. Edition of 3.
Thank you England, for your hollow totems and pointless turfwars.
Thank you for The Daily Mail – with their falsified loathing of difference and of change.
Thank you for the tweeting bigots and instahate reactionary-drooling toddlers.
And thank you for all the divisions you’ve strived between the destitute and the have-somes, handsome.
Thank you England, for the loss of innocence and your dark momentary replacements.
Thank you for the Big Fail – with our falsified ambitions and food banks – the only banks the poor can shelter within.
Thank you for a Candy Crush-coloured obscuring of pain and desolation; of the fatal old, abused young and desperate middle-aged.
And thank you for the trappings of a “Christian Country”, where humble empiricists are shunned by monstrous zionists.
Thank you England, for the ever-decreasing circles of rationality, fracked open by blonde-haired jellyfish from central city.
Thank you for the bankers on bail – with their terminal grins and loose change thrown to the gutter.
Thank you for breeding the Sweating Alpha Necks, with their flag-waving beaten wives and empty gurns on the shit-cobbled streets of provincia.
And thank you for the reliably-enforced distrust of all authority and resulting inertia of your electorate, ensuring that your populace will never discover a new governing system.
Thank you England. Keep Calm and Die as a Bankrupt Killing. It’s what they were elected to do.
After a portrait of myself drawn by the highly skilled artist and old pen-friend Chris O’Toole last year, I now feature in a menacing role within the first issue of his comic “BUST”, written by Dave Cook.
It’s a fantastic read, with lots of the old ultraviolence, explicit gore, mutants and vicious hand-to-hand combat in a barren post-apocalyptic land of conflict and despair. A bit like tory Britain but with added swordplay.