School of Saatchi

Charles Saatchi reveals himself as the rightful heir to the Duchampian empire. In his latest television programme and competition, we see him elaborating and commenting on the conceptual framework which surrounded and constituted the readymade artwork, Fountain by Marcel Duchamp. In School of Saatchi, after the necessary build-up and hype which mimics and critiques the X-factor, Saatchi enters a readymade, titled Truncated Trunk through the agency of a young artist Eugenie Scrase and wins the competition. Whereas Duchamp acted under the pseudonym R Mutt, Saatchi uses suggestion and Derren Brown-ian manipulation to convince the young artist that she in fact found the piece herself. We are all in on the joke from the beginning, since the found object, entered in the way it was by Scrase, would do nothing to critique the competition in which it was entered, or redefine art. Having spotted the man behind the curtain however, we see that this neoneodada anti-artist, manoeuvre opens up a new field of possibility, in mind-control art, and systems manipulation. The King is dead, long live the King.

Above, playing with the different forms that I made from film, little more finessed pushed forms, and, wait for it...shiny boxes!!! They are medical transport boxes made from bubble wrap and a reflective coating. Those ones were photographed with the flash on, so that their internal and external reflective layers messed with the colours.

This is a set of three connected pieces, all made from film, directly to the right is Drawing with film: 17 of infinity which consists of a reel of film as a spinning top, and to the far right are What's hidden is two blobs of glue and This is a plant pot.

Absinthe makes the heart...something something.

This piece is from my latest exhibition. It's called 'Fluid of film', from experimentation with the properties of exposed film, a waste material that still has structural properties. It's held up by tension and balance.

M'Artwork at the present time.

Here are some pictures.
They are wax constructions made by pouring molten wax into a whirlpool. The organic chaotic part I call the surge tail. It is the disc which actually captures some of the form of the vortex. The forms have been photographed in a communal studio, so forgive the clutter.

Militant Atheists are trying to steal my chi.

I've had the feeling for a while that people were trying to steal things from me. Friends said it was just because I got sh!t-faced and lost stuff, but I have recently discovered the truth. Jesus came to me in a dream, and told me that hate-mongering heathens were indeed stealing things from me. If they could get enough of my personal possessions for a specific type of ritual, my Chi, life-force, soul; whatever you want to call it, would be theirs. When I woke, the sticky traces of Jesus's visitation were all over my blankets and stomache. I have been on my guard ever since then. I've been reading some of the "scientific" propaganda that they publish to fool the masses, and I think the soul stealing process has something to do with collapsing my quantum waveform into the 17th dimension. My next communiqué to the faithful will come soon. Slack out.