This is about my mother always telling me I could be a model, but I was too nice for the catty industry. Little does she know that art can sometimes feel worse. For example If you don't read books, have correct grammar, if your not bi-lingual, If you watch soaps! This is my reply. In an unarming method of humour. This as my debutant piece of work if you like...saying I am here and will not be told i'm stupid. Or even ugly.
Visual language: my intention in composing myself.
- I have greasy, un brushed hair, thrown about.
- I have spots seen in shots where the light catches them.
- I am wearing one of my mothers work dresses. (which I have never seen her wear)
- The back drop is an un-ironed bed sheet. (the only white sheet I had- think arte povera)
Watch this space. Chelsea.