Project 1
What am I Looking For?
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Throughout my fifteen-month stay in London, I have taken numerous photographs of the uncanny and poetic occurrences I have encountered daily. They're all from the period of my life that I find disconnected from reality. I called the series What Am I Searching For?
I had the idea of making a booklet with these images and some of my drawings and poems.
We didn't sleep at Madrid airport last night
On this day
We don't need a car
We rode on tyres and ran over a transformer looking at his phone
The bears of Madrid shed at the People's Square
The fountain drenches the Sun
Up the hill
Deflated tyres
SilenceTransfer to railings
We are cross-legged fanatics
Under the giant stompCurled up in the folds of the Toledo as marble water horses
Evenly
Ageing
Words pile up
The plane gets fat
Last night
Didn't we sleep at Madrid airport?
10.18 Madrid
The Lion on the Heater
The shell I shed
The trousers I've worn for five years
I finally took them off, and they were attached to my socks
It's my first moult at twenty-four
When there are only single digits in front of me
Does the vacuum of concentration exist?
Squirrels begging for food after mating
I give them rewards afterwards
I want my paintings to be so delicate that even the cracks in the wall glitter
1.25 Room 33
Project 2
Publishing an article in the Online Journal is the second step. The article's main idea and sub-ideas are the same as my Unit 3 critical reflection; the only difference is that I will talk less about my work. And I attempted to add some Dadaist interpretations to the article.