tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70787356549389157252024-02-20T06:47:03.653-08:00myTHselfChristopherWriterwriting by ChristopherWriter about myTHself etc.myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-17058586324082823142023-09-11T09:52:00.004-07:002023-10-03T04:56:00.067-07:00Painting Outside (1)<p>The first plein aire pictures I made were for <a href="http://walkerloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/" target="_blank">Walkerloo</a>. They were back drops for my portable paper soldier army on tour. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEUmAcwC4RaroOME2g5PptiDFBFOJxzafAMvI41bV0t59oMf-PfahBk-vt7oZwYow9fZxCbFacD56p8gtgqNnhlEZfHyoVGADnuHC_SWlLxipQR0xJJkE0SKQpPbeakelhKwgw5Qg3CYSnDgi93uY-CdGxIDAnm_9II9jiSJXp7ThLYk-DqXeHomqt8pm/s2400/use-of-landscape.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="2400" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEUmAcwC4RaroOME2g5PptiDFBFOJxzafAMvI41bV0t59oMf-PfahBk-vt7oZwYow9fZxCbFacD56p8gtgqNnhlEZfHyoVGADnuHC_SWlLxipQR0xJJkE0SKQpPbeakelhKwgw5Qg3CYSnDgi93uY-CdGxIDAnm_9II9jiSJXp7ThLYk-DqXeHomqt8pm/w640-h212/use-of-landscape.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>10 years later I painted views of my garden for my mothers birthday. They all now hang on her wall and she loves them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheN8TrH_SWpHET02gjJz06GtxGtI64_Twd1hKpYSSB0EDiH6DXmn5EVfC8K0tQ33GZFp717P2STDHJaRQ9yg4mioHgmbP8hGdxNZmRPGPPjlHaB8mXQ29yaPUf-wWBWnGF5k7T1X8aQx2uXIkLE5Qn9-8N8KrfsIfZq7yG15Rhbt3PkbiWYmAcxxmTo62u/s2400/my-garden-and-my-mothers-walls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="2400" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheN8TrH_SWpHET02gjJz06GtxGtI64_Twd1hKpYSSB0EDiH6DXmn5EVfC8K0tQ33GZFp717P2STDHJaRQ9yg4mioHgmbP8hGdxNZmRPGPPjlHaB8mXQ29yaPUf-wWBWnGF5k7T1X8aQx2uXIkLE5Qn9-8N8KrfsIfZq7yG15Rhbt3PkbiWYmAcxxmTo62u/w640-h268/my-garden-and-my-mothers-walls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Throughout the summer of 2021 making the picture <a href="http://mythselfchristopherwriter.blogspot.com/2021/09/les-trois-ages-du-dragon-baligan.html" target="_blank">'Les Trois Ages du Dragon Baligan'</a> I painted daily but when the project finished I missed the brush wiggling activity. </p><p>Since leaving University I've made most of my money painting houses. When I moved to France I did a weekly oil (but with acrylics!) painting course at the local art school. My first paper soldiers were coloured using marker pens which was at first straight forward but I found the fixed colour range restrictive and expensive! So I began to paint the soldiers with a set of gouache I'd bought for the painting course. Mixing new colours with paint and developing brush techniques to make convincing pictures feels magical.</p><p>Taking my goats onto the hillside one beautifully mild morning in December 2021 I decided to get my paints and join them beneath the bright blue sky. I posted the painting on the <a href="https://www.instagram.com/mythself/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> account I'd begun using after a visitor's suggestion during my Dielette studio. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbWutGlP-VbAMJ6soUPn6dpNIy-TwLnN5NA17LTRpcHcwnXYJC-MIYpBKhCkVmxf2vHB16T-Tcvk5Rpb1E6ZTrMGnIcZ6ohXhLv_79Md_gCDQ0J9dppCYLqXXjc0fckCKebhHbMLiTBQ5pU73t-M4rlPa65zNLetdi_eNBvPMMEFibkQVtxuBZzZKjfmz/s2400/on-the-hillside.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="2400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbWutGlP-VbAMJ6soUPn6dpNIy-TwLnN5NA17LTRpcHcwnXYJC-MIYpBKhCkVmxf2vHB16T-Tcvk5Rpb1E6ZTrMGnIcZ6ohXhLv_79Md_gCDQ0J9dppCYLqXXjc0fckCKebhHbMLiTBQ5pU73t-M4rlPa65zNLetdi_eNBvPMMEFibkQVtxuBZzZKjfmz/w640-h320/on-the-hillside.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Over the next few months I began making a couple of outdoor paintings a week spending 5 or 6 hours in the lanes and fields around my home in still concentration was wonderful. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlNA6TwtfCl-GCuRfpEbsz8Oj41voo9uGbgj2R7E5eCmeMSdSoGjWBRnQSDTVYlbvnk34QYWqsv0rmcfmNOsg5TJU0RzfbWtdVUuSfCFaYCBHnFoCmZ3NtSauVkcdPumLH1ovlBWTXR5R5NumBO_0OT1jXuN5bQC46Wg07qTlRG29o8cvUIHVEq_ATkZl/s2400/the-valley-2022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1563" data-original-width="2400" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlNA6TwtfCl-GCuRfpEbsz8Oj41voo9uGbgj2R7E5eCmeMSdSoGjWBRnQSDTVYlbvnk34QYWqsv0rmcfmNOsg5TJU0RzfbWtdVUuSfCFaYCBHnFoCmZ3NtSauVkcdPumLH1ovlBWTXR5R5NumBO_0OT1jXuN5bQC46Wg07qTlRG29o8cvUIHVEq_ATkZl/w640-h416/the-valley-2022.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>In the Spring of 2022 scoping properties for my Isigny mission I decided to paint my chosen location. Over the 5 months of <a href="http://mythselfchristopherwriter.blogspot.com/2022/08/au-monstre-disigny-la-bataille-disigny.html" target="_blank">"Au Monstre D'Isigny"</a> as a means of engagement with the town and it's people I made over 50 plein aire paintings. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15GwOCzsmDkTnD-BruCRLT_2m34d-zcduXA38Dn3Ytc2hidQjSfGVbv-lpowp4k16RDAahAbnpb_1djkGIq2Tod9slPwkCt82GuTRcD86rxaDRkprtSPy7pNIPC9WgkZARXhiKY2lYr09bleUWCK4s9SLrAGkbuKMAjcDkdOsD5SCn89MqOcYk5SenUOa/s2400/isignyCap1-5k-2400-allllll.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="2400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15GwOCzsmDkTnD-BruCRLT_2m34d-zcduXA38Dn3Ytc2hidQjSfGVbv-lpowp4k16RDAahAbnpb_1djkGIq2Tod9slPwkCt82GuTRcD86rxaDRkprtSPy7pNIPC9WgkZARXhiKY2lYr09bleUWCK4s9SLrAGkbuKMAjcDkdOsD5SCn89MqOcYk5SenUOa/w640-h640/isignyCap1-5k-2400-allllll.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Returning from Isigny I continued to go out and paint a couple of times a week. </p><p>Painting outside is wonderful. You have to be quick if you want to catch a particular scene. Especially if the suns out. I've lived next to the sea for more than 20 years but until then I'd never tried to paint it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71WwzNfExgekuBblzjCA5vlGjXbU_6I0ld9bpkijdt1DLhX6bRTHWn1TwQkfOACRJZUcNkIKwOgAw3FD5ADmF2KaJLmQmyYvVZivV3q_8I10mcgagW2xPIjSQaVfELmecEqZ1b1PRTVQOUDSfFB9Z6hHLWz-XE0ViEMi8oSeYrMM1dqwzZA-6nhc0pj98/s2400/9-coastal-paintings-mythself.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2096" data-original-width="2400" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71WwzNfExgekuBblzjCA5vlGjXbU_6I0ld9bpkijdt1DLhX6bRTHWn1TwQkfOACRJZUcNkIKwOgAw3FD5ADmF2KaJLmQmyYvVZivV3q_8I10mcgagW2xPIjSQaVfELmecEqZ1b1PRTVQOUDSfFB9Z6hHLWz-XE0ViEMi8oSeYrMM1dqwzZA-6nhc0pj98/w640-h558/9-coastal-paintings-mythself.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-35097318501778252302023-05-31T06:53:00.006-07:002023-05-31T06:57:15.457-07:00A filmed Interview with myTHself 'Au Monstre D'Isigny' October 2022. by Local YouTube Film maker Jean-Francois Perron<p>I met Jean-Francois Perron whilst painting on the street next to a bakers in Isigny-sur-mer. I'd been asked if I could paint that particular location so the picture could be a surprise birthday present. It was the second of two 'birthday surprise' commissions in my 'capturing' Isigny series of paintings. JF was buying bread but had heard about me from a painter living in Isigny.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbCfA9CQEqBxMNyzBp1KrjNP9vucMOg2twJW6l2r2z4_uZf8asq0JHFxIKcHF3PsMBQE3UITUKyjFC7499m623PEEyuHLy_BvSu1PxQCRZS70WlM8vtzxhSY62bbgL-33R-3fOxuNK2nwvXClxos0oqAkf5Eyag5Q6zXWPa75NZErsFLm8Sqq8F152Q/s4705/birthday%20comissions%20isigny.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="4705" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbCfA9CQEqBxMNyzBp1KrjNP9vucMOg2twJW6l2r2z4_uZf8asq0JHFxIKcHF3PsMBQE3UITUKyjFC7499m623PEEyuHLy_BvSu1PxQCRZS70WlM8vtzxhSY62bbgL-33R-3fOxuNK2nwvXClxos0oqAkf5Eyag5Q6zXWPa75NZErsFLm8Sqq8F152Q/w640-h326/birthday%20comissions%20isigny.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>We arranged to meet that afternoon in my 'Au monstre D'isigny' space. After we had talked he decided he would like to return and film an interview the next week.</p><p>Jean-Francois posted the hour long interview, which was in French, unedited, to his YouTube channel in 3 parts soon after. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vc8JJR6sScU" width="320" youtube-src-id="vc8JJR6sScU"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xJwagjvaX6w" width="320" youtube-src-id="xJwagjvaX6w"></iframe></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BzefteSGeVI" width="320" youtube-src-id="BzefteSGeVI"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-91182283995360337942023-03-09T08:16:00.013-08:002023-03-22T17:38:33.042-07:00La Bataille D'Isigny 4 : After 3 Missions.<div style="text-align: left;">It's been more than four months since I was last in Isigny-Sur-Mer. This last time was my third operation in the town. It was by invitation and my hotel and travel expenses were paid for (). The occasion was 'Le 5eme International Festival de la BD d’Isigny-sur-Mer' (BD = graphic novel). I was given a corner of the municipal exhibition hall right next door to the town hall and Disney museum. The invitation to exhibit, was for me, a public confirmation of the work I'd being doing over the summer in the town (the invitation was made by the president and founder of the association for the BD festival who is a writer, journalist and part owner of the building I rented... ... ...)</div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0iDHDQErQ70t3uI-Bu6iQq9O2IR30xXB6u2cddYGs_XCTL_-lhfppQroy280hnCV1d0yhRgblC0SJmRhhtwRfEfcEBaevvuQqCWveqLeklUHBKHEAHOJRQ341NaEzfyAuv--kKeaBgbCFsKup2VzBploxcaOdl0OjbwA4KZXYJ8j4oVJrG0D7WFETw/s2400/bd-fest-loc.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="2400" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0iDHDQErQ70t3uI-Bu6iQq9O2IR30xXB6u2cddYGs_XCTL_-lhfppQroy280hnCV1d0yhRgblC0SJmRhhtwRfEfcEBaevvuQqCWveqLeklUHBKHEAHOJRQ341NaEzfyAuv--kKeaBgbCFsKup2VzBploxcaOdl0OjbwA4KZXYJ8j4oVJrG0D7WFETw/w640-h112/bd-fest-loc.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikw8CZI8Eu8Yw_aeGUYRa13nT80OkNc0xMezLi__QMj7G84qO2R8zqTHyWvWuBZT8bcBq1Fg2EBCwoTLOK3Tjk2PgMImBQtdGTXMMAqJktZMZnNFFjUj4vmacSPkUHwkSi0mBLoNbb43RJkSf3K1KFaq7gXbYqGOcUddv9hV0xHMaN7DuIo50sFVtBuw/s2400/plan-attack-IsignyBD3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1742" data-original-width="2400" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikw8CZI8Eu8Yw_aeGUYRa13nT80OkNc0xMezLi__QMj7G84qO2R8zqTHyWvWuBZT8bcBq1Fg2EBCwoTLOK3Tjk2PgMImBQtdGTXMMAqJktZMZnNFFjUj4vmacSPkUHwkSi0mBLoNbb43RJkSf3K1KFaq7gXbYqGOcUddv9hV0xHMaN7DuIo50sFVtBuw/w640-h464/plan-attack-IsignyBD3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8mf-uT0fsUyjUvuGlzysmfhu4zGB2WfHGX1rlNg0tj3MCLgwt2CNQz9g3FBWe_EBKVd-mRvvem8MmbeFXhaFbDiaK4BcEdh1C1mBa9r-iYzZNTUzNb54db_Y6XdV9wayVyOgVvz0fzTQ7uOt2d--dRxxq4BsR41PcyG2Y5u-RC6f5S3oUCT0_SZQeww/s2400/bd%20fest%20comp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="2400" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8mf-uT0fsUyjUvuGlzysmfhu4zGB2WfHGX1rlNg0tj3MCLgwt2CNQz9g3FBWe_EBKVd-mRvvem8MmbeFXhaFbDiaK4BcEdh1C1mBa9r-iYzZNTUzNb54db_Y6XdV9wayVyOgVvz0fzTQ7uOt2d--dRxxq4BsR41PcyG2Y5u-RC6f5S3oUCT0_SZQeww/w640-h250/bd%20fest%20comp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br />I worked out of the highstreet centre of operations 'Au Monstre D'Isigny' for 5 months. I painted in the street. I painted in the town market. And I painted every day behind the window of the high-street shop I'd rented for anyone to see. I welcomed passers-by into my space, giving explanation to the pictures and the myth imperative that had me installed there. I was able to present and discuss with anyone the themes my installation provoked and invoked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MA1OlP7s12ZPf9_oghAEsHk9EQpGXsDNnanxnFyAh4xXX9BVcaYWDzJ8y6JWsE4uXrUayTRs0sFMLlKMUZMqyMeAQiUTD3NWiKov1PyJGPQMOAGsXip7AV0GsPJiwmnyXiI0RpN9dxNgFKFqGdCPT8sFn1IPPja34Nta_1SsHTtyszoOse7YULfoKA/s2187/market-painter-mythself.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2133" data-original-width="2187" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MA1OlP7s12ZPf9_oghAEsHk9EQpGXsDNnanxnFyAh4xXX9BVcaYWDzJ8y6JWsE4uXrUayTRs0sFMLlKMUZMqyMeAQiUTD3NWiKov1PyJGPQMOAGsXip7AV0GsPJiwmnyXiI0RpN9dxNgFKFqGdCPT8sFn1IPPja34Nta_1SsHTtyszoOse7YULfoKA/w640-h624/market-painter-mythself.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>There is an idea 'art picture' art must stand alone and be capable of meaning without the artists presence. That's OK, but can limit the pictures conversation to an art savvy public. I've always wanted my pictures to reach a popular public like my family and the people I come from and live amongst. When I present my work in person as I have done in public facing studios these last two summers I know and feel the works effect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtBTPeq0Ya9BB23z_pXBv0St8inAGxPcXQ35fD54sUmu4WRZtILjZzSYTOK6Gh5VrGTOkf_igaIOrhLXt0Hdz3jiR8lsWEv1Ki5hb5dYDAMjwacOfjCBUlFItpXKHP5MG3pM7zBU62oxz-0Y9gkFL-SULGhSwohpsFeBnU8KVS3sVY5ID2mG49E4-hQ/s2340/market-painter-mythself2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2340" height="590" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtBTPeq0Ya9BB23z_pXBv0St8inAGxPcXQ35fD54sUmu4WRZtILjZzSYTOK6Gh5VrGTOkf_igaIOrhLXt0Hdz3jiR8lsWEv1Ki5hb5dYDAMjwacOfjCBUlFItpXKHP5MG3pM7zBU62oxz-0Y9gkFL-SULGhSwohpsFeBnU8KVS3sVY5ID2mG49E4-hQ/w640-h590/market-painter-mythself2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>My first mission In Isigny was shooting the guerrilla film 'LBDI : 'l'allumage les bittes d'amarrage'. That was always envisaged as a kind of commando raid on the Disney megacorp planned and amplified because of the town's promoted association with Walt Disney ancestry. </div><div><p>On the third afternoon filming in Isigny, shooting the movies finale I was dressed for mythic battle as myTHself Trinity. Man-Camera-Martain and I had become familiar with neighbouring locals who'd mused at our antics on previous occasions. 90 mins in to the shoot we were stopped abruptly by order of Gendarmerie called out by a hairdresser who'd been alarmed by a scene he didn't understand from further up the highstreet. The police insisted we pack up and leave town.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64O7R6hcz_eb-giV2v2U_I71w6CZu4I0Zzt7G4nu-X6R1HBPwWMYfUOSISFOes621r72G3j_wKrNM1tIMQF7DVZ6g_HC0dUTqAPogsBqp5tuTMsyFkYR8iB2NYE1IWKOzi91JjpUiHKoaSBy0ZzxGqm0tTNzg-ElFcESegprrHNsKjpuAbjEI0taK4A/s1600/busted.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1131" data-original-width="1600" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64O7R6hcz_eb-giV2v2U_I71w6CZu4I0Zzt7G4nu-X6R1HBPwWMYfUOSISFOes621r72G3j_wKrNM1tIMQF7DVZ6g_HC0dUTqAPogsBqp5tuTMsyFkYR8iB2NYE1IWKOzi91JjpUiHKoaSBy0ZzxGqm0tTNzg-ElFcESegprrHNsKjpuAbjEI0taK4A/w640-h452/busted.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Following this incident I felt I needed another different and better interaction with Isigny-Sur-Mer which had become a bigger part in my story. </p><p>How should I 'meet' the town better? </p><p>I began (post covid January 2022) with a formal appointment to meet the mayor and introduce myTHself. I showed and explained my pictures and why one of my projects had become specific to his town. In February and March I viewed potential properties for a base of operations in the town. I initially thought to return to the location of the film in the East of the town by the bridge. But then I saw a suitable property on a wide place at the Western end of the high-street opposite a church, the church of St.George, St.George who fought the dragon. </p><p>I hadn't known the main stone towered church of the town was St. George's but St.George's symbol was already a significant part of 'myTHself Trinity' identity. The structure for his map wings emblazoned across my back was a red cross. The poetry of coincidence is sign to story for myTHself.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJzfe-azkOEu3NSN4e0AMJhFJQeNMH4S20PQdaNRAjGVZLhs__M3DZem9drqGE2P4aLOhH6yrnNiCZcktW6R8rz7hflYqcRmdq7SfCWRyzMLHU4ZFm7nnStBBRJ0CesN4BtABFiAWjhGctPFfpQhgPuydcNqpSPpdpshRoQT-xAf36-e7xIuZLyk3OA/s1470/redcross.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1470" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJzfe-azkOEu3NSN4e0AMJhFJQeNMH4S20PQdaNRAjGVZLhs__M3DZem9drqGE2P4aLOhH6yrnNiCZcktW6R8rz7hflYqcRmdq7SfCWRyzMLHU4ZFm7nnStBBRJ0CesN4BtABFiAWjhGctPFfpQhgPuydcNqpSPpdpshRoQT-xAf36-e7xIuZLyk3OA/w522-h640/redcross.jpg" width="522" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXv2zJVFSMNtkd-s2m4oVc5NfIbzLK7jRB6N_vmJyGr5xVSzT5pWsuc-Aw6U-yhi7cLi7p3jrMFXfq5SKpkoyReKlwcMei-_SRR5Rtqhh86yTz-TxYk1pTTTw1OHJ8QMy95ZCztgOJRf71uT6szbOi2atOf2U-Y6I__SsCm5s3TRT1-Ap7Rh2ohX2s-Q/s2885/st-georges.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2885" data-original-width="2400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXv2zJVFSMNtkd-s2m4oVc5NfIbzLK7jRB6N_vmJyGr5xVSzT5pWsuc-Aw6U-yhi7cLi7p3jrMFXfq5SKpkoyReKlwcMei-_SRR5Rtqhh86yTz-TxYk1pTTTw1OHJ8QMy95ZCztgOJRf71uT6szbOi2atOf2U-Y6I__SsCm5s3TRT1-Ap7Rh2ohX2s-Q/w532-h640/st-georges.jpg" width="532" /></a></div></div><br /></div>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-6629829132007312362022-09-05T08:26:00.003-07:002022-09-05T08:26:45.926-07:00AU MONSTRE D'ISIGNY vfAu Monstre d'Isigny (le texte affiché dans la fenêtre).<br /><br />Toi et moi, trouvons myTHself à Isigny dans le cadre d'une étrange odyssée. Je pensais que je faisais des images, mais il se pourrait que ce soit elles qui me fassent. Enfant, j'aimais m'évader en dessinant des images de batailles et de soldats. Ils restent dominants dans mes images. En 2008, j'ai peint une armée de soldats en papier... J'ai prétendu être chacun d'entre eux dans mon jardin : une bêche pour un fusil, une poubelle pour un cheval. Je leur ai imaginé une entreprise et finalement, en employant une usine à Chatillon-sur-Seine, j'ai fabriqué une armée qui pouvait jouer à la bataille sur les sols du monde entier... oh, mais bien sûr, cet espace a été pris... depuis Star Wars, le lien entre les jouets en plastique, et les films et la télévision est solide. Le pouvoir du cinéma et de la télévision de propulser les jouets dans le monde entier est impressionnant. Mais si les petits soldats sont bons à quelque chose, c'est à faire semblant de jouer à la bataille...<br /><br />Lorsque j'ai commencé ma guerre ludique contre les jouets en plastique, plusieurs grands producteurs de films fabriquaient des jouets d'action : Les super-héros Marvel, Pixar et Lucas Art, mais une société a racheté ces trois grands studios.<br /><br />Un jour, en conduisant à Cherbourg, j'ai entendu sur France Bleu l'histoire de Hugues Suhard, ou Hugues d'Isigny, un soldat de la conquête normande de l'Angleterre, et j'ai découvert le lien entre Isigny-sur-Mer et la société multi-méga média que son descendant avait fondé.<br /><br />Pendant trois week-ends en 2018, j'ai réalisé un petit film guérilla autour du quai d'Isigny rappelant cette histoire... mais je me sentais mal à l'aise de mettre en scène Isigny en tant que figurant sans présenter mon travail à la ville. Alors covid. En janvier 2022 j'ai eu un rendez-vous avec le maire pour présenter mon projet et le 14 juin j'ai signé une convention pour louer ce local. L'été dernier je me suis arrangé pour travailler en public pour la première fois sur un grand tableau près de ma résidence (voir article Ouest France ci-dessous).<br /><br />Faire des images dans un studio mansardé est très différent de faire des images dans la rue ; je ne l'ai jamais fait auparavant... c'est une expérience... Il se peut que je commette des erreurs - veuillez me pardonner. J'espère que faire des images en public les rendra meilleures, avec votre aide. Je ne suis pas payé pour être ici. Je n'ai aucun financement pour l'art. Je gagne ma vie en travaillant sur des chantiers et dans la maison que j'ai construite et que je loue près de Flamanville. Je ne fais pas ça pour le plaisir. Je le fais pour le sens.<br /><br />Je crois en l'art, mais je ne suis pas sûr qu'il existe. Je suis originaire du nord-est de l'Angleterre, fils d'un mineur de charbon. Je n'ai jamais rencontré l'art avant de quitter la maison pour l'université à 18 ans. Si l'art existe, ce n'est pas la politique, les affaires ou la religion, mais une réflexion poétique. Si je fais de l'art, j'espère qu'il est éclairant, puissant, humoristique et significatif, peut-être même beau. J'espère pouvoir améliorer mon art ici, dans cette rue principale. High Street Art.<div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pz2n541wwhI" width="481" youtube-src-id="pz2n541wwhI"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p></div>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-32883332130231124452022-08-29T17:24:00.003-07:002022-09-05T07:16:38.821-07:00AU MONSTRE D'ISIGNY (La Bataille D'Isigny : Part 3) <p>I'm half way through my high-street shop occupation-studio-installation-headquarters-forward operating-base-residency in Isigny-Sur-Mer, 'Au Monstre D'Isigny'.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8oO9HoOnXp5OYEwQW8plUh2Pxfqp2rsDg7duITAxeNBG0gOenuG9MaSoTrLkQKJvi8AGbY-TB2B6NAcUW3XMs8n_FcD8UoKJWBI5z70dkSxI-dVPU-SPnJ7BKubDRrFtmsodRDdVaOwaTsMXUqQ8f1dowDCacZkvQsY6FGjTrFGlIOYSK4VcmWB9tw/s4000/20220811_180357.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8oO9HoOnXp5OYEwQW8plUh2Pxfqp2rsDg7duITAxeNBG0gOenuG9MaSoTrLkQKJvi8AGbY-TB2B6NAcUW3XMs8n_FcD8UoKJWBI5z70dkSxI-dVPU-SPnJ7BKubDRrFtmsodRDdVaOwaTsMXUqQ8f1dowDCacZkvQsY6FGjTrFGlIOYSK4VcmWB9tw/w640-h288/20220811_180357.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>This is the text explanation of the project inside the window:</p><p><i><b>You and I find myTHself in Isigny as part of a strange odyssey. I used to think I make pictures, but it might be they make me. As a child I loved to escape into drawing pictures of battles and soldiers. They remain dominant in my pictures. In 2008 I painted an army of paper soldiers... I pretended to be each one of them in my garden a spade for gun, a dustbin for a horse. I imagined them a business and eventually, employing a factory in Chatillon-sur-Seine made an army that could play battle on floors around the world... oh, but of course this space was taken… since Star Wars the link between plastic toys and movies and tv has been solid. The power of cinema and TV to propel toys around the world is awesome. But if toy soldiers are good at anything it's pretend play battle...<br /><br />When I began my play war with the plastic toys there were several large movie producers making action toys: Marvel superheroes, Pixar and Lucas Art but one company went on to buy out all three of those major studios.<br /><br />One day driving in Cherbourg I heard on France Bleu the story of Hugues Suhard, or Hugues d'Isigny, a soldier in the Norman conquest of England, and discovered the link between Isigny and the multi mega media corporation his descendent had founded.<br /><br />Over three weekends in 2018 I made a short guerrilla film around the quay in Isigny recalling this story... but I felt uncomfortable featuring Isigny as an extra without presenting my work to the town. Then covid. In January 2022 I had a meeting with the mayor introducing my project and on June 14th signed an agreement to rent this shop... Last summer I arranged to work in public for the first time on a large painting about and near where I live (see Ouest France article below).<br /><br />Making pictures in an attic studio is very different to making pictures on a high street; I've never done it before... it’s an experiment... I may make mistakes - please forgive me. I hope making pictures in public will make them better, with your help. I'm not paid to be here. I have no art funding. I make my money working on building sites and from the house I built and rent out near Flamanville. I don't do this for fun. I do it for meaning.<br /><br />I hope and believe in art, but I still can't be sure it exists. I'm originally from the northeast of England, the son of a coal miner. I never encountered 'art' until I left home for university at 18. If art exists, it is not politics, business or religion but a poetic reflection. If I am making art, I hope that it is enlightening, powerful, humorous, and meaningful, perhaps even beautiful. I hope I can make this art better here, in this high street. High Street Art.</b></i></p><p>Beneath the texts are QR links to three short films... </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="60" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ufQu-fHaRoU" width="650" youtube-src-id="ufQu-fHaRoU"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="60" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RIIsLIE4Rc0" width="650" youtube-src-id="RIIsLIE4Rc0"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="60" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/h5IkiTBFBz4" width="650" youtube-src-id="h5IkiTBFBz4"></iframe></div></div><p><br /></p><p>I've also chopped together this short (2min) film as a video glimpse and promo short from footage taken over the first two months in Isigny.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="350" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pz2n541wwhI" width="650" youtube-src-id="pz2n541wwhI"></iframe></div><br /><p>Prompted by a mild sunny morning in December 2021 I'd been regularly making landscape paintings 'en plein air'. I decided this could be my base painting activity in Isigny-Sur-Mer. Painting the town - capturing the town in paint would get me working out on the street an express tactic to help me engage the towns folk with my pictures. Painting on the streets has me vulnerable and approachable. It also lands anyone passing a valid critical position over my actual picture making activity. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6o4EscAjgTRzvSGfXMjeMfO3yuyW00AoJCgGLv7Zi9oe9RQav4ms4oJyvVb4jMtGwPmFHQ0ntYAM6xOG38SfMG68T33s4iNF2BW0fYKkpFtiO1bCRN4JCZqs6_CzJlELgJJhOyZ7tM_u9tn9Hgi0yDHhNtMPVLakAv2fDnlOi4yvmRJot3IV6N09XA/s2400/isignyCap%204x-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2399" data-original-width="2400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6o4EscAjgTRzvSGfXMjeMfO3yuyW00AoJCgGLv7Zi9oe9RQav4ms4oJyvVb4jMtGwPmFHQ0ntYAM6xOG38SfMG68T33s4iNF2BW0fYKkpFtiO1bCRN4JCZqs6_CzJlELgJJhOyZ7tM_u9tn9Hgi0yDHhNtMPVLakAv2fDnlOi4yvmRJot3IV6N09XA/w640-h640/isignyCap%204x-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I began painting on the Isigny streets early in the morning. I paint on my knees, it enables me to work with a straight back. The church accidently became the first object my paintings revolved around. Whilst making the second painting an old lady joked that I seemed to be saying my prayers in the street... before the church... hmmm. Her comment was on point. Cars were also unavoidably omnipresent in the paintings. The town reflected in their shiny, curvaceous, desirous forms. Later the milk factory and the bridge also became two other reference points in choosing painting locations. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurQfITGC9kcQcKOW-xUJqU4GaEf5jTN1qj8ZFZ2iPJeaK4QLEkvZpNXrGfiu9hX5w4xpTWWPqhJjEQOSzYBxAcmcG2-vOC-CE4MigPeOu8UZPMZ_RU844xURegM5gMD9WdUkG_dK-7iol_G0ln42CrS8NUXYzy5ImrckfceqbfwGjSDGXkbxG4QnmMw/s2400/isignyCap%20-4x-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="2400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurQfITGC9kcQcKOW-xUJqU4GaEf5jTN1qj8ZFZ2iPJeaK4QLEkvZpNXrGfiu9hX5w4xpTWWPqhJjEQOSzYBxAcmcG2-vOC-CE4MigPeOu8UZPMZ_RU844xURegM5gMD9WdUkG_dK-7iol_G0ln42CrS8NUXYzy5ImrckfceqbfwGjSDGXkbxG4QnmMw/w640-h640/isignyCap%20-4x-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>After finishing the paintings I put them in the gallery window for sale. I usually take between 2 and 3 hours to make a painting. I wanted to price them so almost anyone could stretch to afford one. I settled on 80€ as the price. I've only sold one so far although another three as 'reserved'.</p><p>The other main picture painting activity I've now completed. It was the large painted panel for the shop front. It reads (not too easily) 'Au Monstre D'Isigny. I came up with the title with the help of friends... cos I was beginning to feel more than a little monstrous myTHself in my operations against the beast...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3Yo8nZ0pEqsZkCJKfRro0mjo-KrEjxYI-gvcET8xfpGrEqU-O3zaP5O_nj3yYTrUgWl301xuVRWQyrTKPD17zhN8sA5slwZMHqfZOnsEqpD_XfOVljykR8ODX-F6Jqnas475_4Zy-38LbAVx8ul0-MRby-LGUqnEBxSrueVX5JKF3h4hR6SG_vXt9g/s9377/me%2030%20monstreVn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2477" data-original-width="9377" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3Yo8nZ0pEqsZkCJKfRro0mjo-KrEjxYI-gvcET8xfpGrEqU-O3zaP5O_nj3yYTrUgWl301xuVRWQyrTKPD17zhN8sA5slwZMHqfZOnsEqpD_XfOVljykR8ODX-F6Jqnas475_4Zy-38LbAVx8ul0-MRby-LGUqnEBxSrueVX5JKF3h4hR6SG_vXt9g/w640-h170/me%2030%20monstreVn.jpg" width="640" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></a></div><p><br /></p>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-9921275438162624972022-04-22T09:09:00.013-07:002022-05-14T05:30:16.981-07:00La bataille D'Isigny. Part 2. Filming.<p>In late September 2019 ManCameraMartain, LauraCameraWife and I arrived in Isigny-Sur-Mer. Our mission was to shoot footage for a film. A no-budget guerrilla operation beginning at the Eastern edge of town near the gates of the huge Dairy factory. Using Google Earth I'd pre-selected the first camera set-up. We improvised the rest of the shots as opportunity presented whilst I performed the simple story board I'd made over the summer.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhax5kqT-AFJx1u5DEETcePbtYa10r2ktJ9xqUXFm6jWVUiVgQx62j5VIIfsdSHKHw2hkyJwmznooeO1sdN1dhpslJTAMwSjYzcEWvh08XTJLSTFfuGp7VG-q6URO-x5rtVhi0Oa1xy561bvMRq9f0_WpSp8WX2er7kiO1sEYQSSnBhQB21BDz3KviE7g/s1024/labataillediisgny1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhax5kqT-AFJx1u5DEETcePbtYa10r2ktJ9xqUXFm6jWVUiVgQx62j5VIIfsdSHKHw2hkyJwmznooeO1sdN1dhpslJTAMwSjYzcEWvh08XTJLSTFfuGp7VG-q6URO-x5rtVhi0Oa1xy561bvMRq9f0_WpSp8WX2er7kiO1sEYQSSnBhQB21BDz3KviE7g/w640-h640/labataillediisgny1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZFnrVCSnVK0xgbw8Dn5gWtDEPRKjKTlgeDwO9__5Bd-4mpBAnXVGQN_SKwAxVbsaqRq6tGYIvocDC7zqWECbgrhHGcBAQ_RQz5bhP97ynPhcI_NQ_i-A_oAs8MD0MOVCztOhW_tWhnOFHwtTlY2ykgqHkLb7tVmAYjz8G1l47loRpyg8XjOQki-HHQ/s969/lesRueDisigny2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="969" data-original-width="969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZFnrVCSnVK0xgbw8Dn5gWtDEPRKjKTlgeDwO9__5Bd-4mpBAnXVGQN_SKwAxVbsaqRq6tGYIvocDC7zqWECbgrhHGcBAQ_RQz5bhP97ynPhcI_NQ_i-A_oAs8MD0MOVCztOhW_tWhnOFHwtTlY2ykgqHkLb7tVmAYjz8G1l47loRpyg8XjOQki-HHQ/w640-h640/lesRueDisigny2.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oj0PLdhb19hvlhNE-Ee1b4N6veLs42FD-lc2L6m4l4NW47NBT5CFc_tt3oid75Svdx9eThqAr3kYA4h5xCsGeYgGmLi2pv91FSQrDKjCK5LSOng4b2AmOtsncjn2RCduYDfIZxo_uZtC8vTMpripW291ormgi5Y99d3tnSYGbR74lQIx3nU_AHwpsA/s1438/gogogo-isigny-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1438" data-original-width="1438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oj0PLdhb19hvlhNE-Ee1b4N6veLs42FD-lc2L6m4l4NW47NBT5CFc_tt3oid75Svdx9eThqAr3kYA4h5xCsGeYgGmLi2pv91FSQrDKjCK5LSOng4b2AmOtsncjn2RCduYDfIZxo_uZtC8vTMpripW291ormgi5Y99d3tnSYGbR74lQIx3nU_AHwpsA/w640-h640/gogogo-isigny-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>Dashing about the quai in a business suit attracted the attention of locals and we had some fun banter whilst explaining we were making a short film concerning the town and it's relation to the Disney Corporation. After a long afternoon filming we returned home and I began to arrange the footage to see what had been captured and what other footage we would need to complete the film.</div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1t1kolEwj2tbgD2d1ghkD5xzSkT8SDB9aFocr-6uoGZ62Q4ej3kt1zqbu2QfiI72XQDfqJ22ExLyCOaI-u0JlAX8F43TJRRp9Ea4GXdec8NCbpbsftoh2CCgOmgEdzW1w8W9R-VEeRFaA9W6lM2Lh05rj-3q8J4Tsbyc7pWPsw4WeoQ_fwca3PLgrw/s1051/chargez4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1051" data-original-width="1051" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1t1kolEwj2tbgD2d1ghkD5xzSkT8SDB9aFocr-6uoGZ62Q4ej3kt1zqbu2QfiI72XQDfqJ22ExLyCOaI-u0JlAX8F43TJRRp9Ea4GXdec8NCbpbsftoh2CCgOmgEdzW1w8W9R-VEeRFaA9W6lM2Lh05rj-3q8J4Tsbyc7pWPsw4WeoQ_fwca3PLgrw/w640-h640/chargez4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>ManCameraMartain and I returned the following week with a tight list of scenes to capture. We decided to shoot these on a Saturday afternoon - a relaxed, non sacred leisurely time of the week. This mission must capture myTHself transformed from suited business man to myTHself Trinity fantastic warrior angel on the main bridge over the sea canal.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1UU9FHrQabwc19zsyP60X2dt-_5WAXF52AonlBN9m0qoC0O72MQ6gT0LVe5LwFstszHS_9PeksL0Gx-AYOY__qjiYjt8-CTWXcTJrn3g1p_HCphxNCaWvXG5mAGFFu2Q-i7BOKtM9S0UHgroB_ME10Ykjia_0Uve_BLn01XgcT_2iS7Z5P2XNbGxcA/s1048/errrrrr5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1048" data-original-width="1048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1UU9FHrQabwc19zsyP60X2dt-_5WAXF52AonlBN9m0qoC0O72MQ6gT0LVe5LwFstszHS_9PeksL0Gx-AYOY__qjiYjt8-CTWXcTJrn3g1p_HCphxNCaWvXG5mAGFFu2Q-i7BOKtM9S0UHgroB_ME10Ykjia_0Uve_BLn01XgcT_2iS7Z5P2XNbGxcA/w640-h640/errrrrr5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifydVyZlzXwRsuUl7yrFJfzrdoP-RdbqfSrFao0UyLyJfgAcmsJ01fFS2a0yIrIRFqR6P1ZaMsXyJK3KVnJw3w7KCw16wGwUMzgFP2pWdP1cQfPvuNgyp4Dy8P7zXShobvQ69UH_hkM5w2O_KFmRJQrjSl6Jz5Q0XWiNLOtfaOciu-0-v8zq8d3Pe9Hg/s1920/LBDI-first-string-together-ANIM-First.00_04_08_27.Still002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1920" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifydVyZlzXwRsuUl7yrFJfzrdoP-RdbqfSrFao0UyLyJfgAcmsJ01fFS2a0yIrIRFqR6P1ZaMsXyJK3KVnJw3w7KCw16wGwUMzgFP2pWdP1cQfPvuNgyp4Dy8P7zXShobvQ69UH_hkM5w2O_KFmRJQrjSl6Jz5Q0XWiNLOtfaOciu-0-v8zq8d3Pe9Hg/w640-h640/LBDI-first-string-together-ANIM-First.00_04_08_27.Still002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-74669621266303680362022-04-06T08:13:00.007-07:002022-05-03T04:32:10.249-07:00La Bataille D'Isigny. Part 1. Les Bittes... D'Amarrage.<p><i>Listening to local radio in 2010 I over heard the tale of Hugues D'Isigny. He was a soldier in William the Bastards army back in 1066. Profiting in the Norman conquest Hugues D'Isigny's decedents eventually emigrated to Canada and then to the USA. Time and dislocation contracted the family name. One of Hugues decedents had success in Hollywood, America and then the world. This descendant was Walt Disney. Isigny-sur-mer is small town less than 80km to the south of where my army and I are based.</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><u>La Bataille D'Isigny.</u></div><p>In December 2018 I visited Isigny-sur-mer for the first time in consideration of Disney. A few weeks later in January 2019 I went back for a second look with man-camera-Martain. Inspired, I asked m-c-M to take a picture of me whilst I posed. Conducting research online I discovered the French term for Quai side mooring posts is 'bittes d'amarrages'. I was immediately struck by this, because in French, the word 'Bitte' is common vulgar slang for the male sex organ... roughly equivalent to 'cock' in English.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiajz4AMf6jiqN2hNSZ2Ft079S-9OL7l-AXbQ9pjMvrVOLG_wvd7pb0osf1prLUPRLPgfJxqWrHNBXnTpMoTt5SclWTKLFKE6uqeAyofjR2c-7TZ5FUDfp3hzUwOwf9k_RMp2RSqbg4rA9r4QzMKXwDbg-DQc_Qe-fUd4wxy8ReHp43gBkQEkHzgk4GdQ=s3000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2002" data-original-width="3000" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiajz4AMf6jiqN2hNSZ2Ft079S-9OL7l-AXbQ9pjMvrVOLG_wvd7pb0osf1prLUPRLPgfJxqWrHNBXnTpMoTt5SclWTKLFKE6uqeAyofjR2c-7TZ5FUDfp3hzUwOwf9k_RMp2RSqbg4rA9r4QzMKXwDbg-DQc_Qe-fUd4wxy8ReHp43gBkQEkHzgk4GdQ=w640-h429" width="640" /></a></div><p>In July 2019 I visited Isigny again. I focused on the fishing quai just West of the town centre and took photos of my paper soldiers arranged about the mooring posts as if they were conducting a reconnaissance - as reported at the time on the <a href="http://walkerloo.blogspot.com/2019/07/hussar-hussar-hussar.html" target="_blank">Battle Of walkerloo Blog</a>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiEipCi6vpjfwwjwpyMd6gCWhIC6O6YZ0wVN4HQtEFLre0ARlPfdFdLBddu98Oc2ojL2QXxmp2zKofHDJ_JvbXcMw0_W8OiFk019SUO7MozpVmqpWvsGh7Gwlgy4bY7wpCjdT0vlaZzkSleggsrNDfdpA_bmei3Ztnx4WUBR2bPGIIi_ncJK73yO_vpA=s2000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="2000" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiEipCi6vpjfwwjwpyMd6gCWhIC6O6YZ0wVN4HQtEFLre0ARlPfdFdLBddu98Oc2ojL2QXxmp2zKofHDJ_JvbXcMw0_W8OiFk019SUO7MozpVmqpWvsGh7Gwlgy4bY7wpCjdT0vlaZzkSleggsrNDfdpA_bmei3Ztnx4WUBR2bPGIIi_ncJK73yO_vpA=w640-h286" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u>Les Bittes d'Amarrage D'Isigny. (the mooring posts of Isigny)</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All along the Isigny Quai side there are iron mooring posts. In the C17-C19 obsolete or damaged ship cannon were fixed into place and used as sturdy convenient quai-side mooring posts. So much so that the cannon became a common form for mooring posts throughout the world. In French such mooring posts are called 'bittes d'amarrage'. In Isigny it seemed to me the 'bittes d’amarrages' lining ether side of the quai are batteries of sky cannon defending the town skyscape and its dreamy cloud menace. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVZSVYDLVUeeQprQ0Rzf3cFq0a5NKXNQpWz5uZFLNmjgd-dvDo_Z3JUXvKdmWMe5dkIebuItf6W372ZK_3oo_oc9ONKAA9Npm9Hju-2CFtSsegvQAJ6sVjyB_UrAqbP_3c1KrS-ST8KXkZ4D71xJoJCPLnzKLrd89Dx2R4AtZEZF9aS_AXJdnmXE6Ag/s2000/bittes-d'amarrage-et-sperms.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2000" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVZSVYDLVUeeQprQ0Rzf3cFq0a5NKXNQpWz5uZFLNmjgd-dvDo_Z3JUXvKdmWMe5dkIebuItf6W372ZK_3oo_oc9ONKAA9Npm9Hju-2CFtSsegvQAJ6sVjyB_UrAqbP_3c1KrS-ST8KXkZ4D71xJoJCPLnzKLrd89Dx2R4AtZEZF9aS_AXJdnmXE6Ag/w640-h462/bittes-d'amarrage-et-sperms.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><u><div><u><br /></u></div>La Bataille d'Isigny Strategic Model. (LBdISM)</u><div><br /></div><div>At the centre of the exhibition space in my 2021 show 'Le dragon Baligan, myTHself & Autres Monstres' was the LBdISM (La Bataille d'Isigny Startegic Model). The model surface/battle scape was comprised of a two part painting (in cute pink and blue 1.2 x 2.8m) of a google image search for the word Disney, framed on two sides with a printed google maps satellite image of both sides of Isigny quai. Various paper soldier and symbolic models of myTHself were placed about the terrain together with London's cock mushroom cloud impact explosions rising at perpendiculars over the symbolic Disney surface.<u><br /></u><div><u><br /></u><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPInH7QlAxXYo2QM9_94Hdef_aCfJFwFOGdWUraoSHxg7SaBIAh6myPZDKJMfsOL6P-3KZupjacRDFGqc34krtTiLFrosRoip9gz6Dk47XbgpQXJI4gSSf__M3SpOzD0gGP8Kbd0OQnqOx_-gRV0faE_Z703rLvk4GQQefRFUpuVv5nK7CLS3jITQ8A/s4160/IMG_20211027_183721.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2336" data-original-width="4160" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPInH7QlAxXYo2QM9_94Hdef_aCfJFwFOGdWUraoSHxg7SaBIAh6myPZDKJMfsOL6P-3KZupjacRDFGqc34krtTiLFrosRoip9gz6Dk47XbgpQXJI4gSSf__M3SpOzD0gGP8Kbd0OQnqOx_-gRV0faE_Z703rLvk4GQQefRFUpuVv5nK7CLS3jITQ8A/w640-h360/IMG_20211027_183721.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwxYXjSgCtt1Yrn3cO012Cjraa_S38pvUHO_HHttWFLYioRAmLlr3n5bDrxIparJxNo8wOFvQLNda-vC7RJWBhcYL3XfCe6fgGBI-H2ZjO5nqwMrLeGK-iaRkmLAUjgDVQ3DfclV4AU4fqF4TV5hBVYBaaqSexaySeCiXsAS4Y9rH9zDY_D9MQlYPbA/s1500/lbdi-model-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1447" data-original-width="1500" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwxYXjSgCtt1Yrn3cO012Cjraa_S38pvUHO_HHttWFLYioRAmLlr3n5bDrxIparJxNo8wOFvQLNda-vC7RJWBhcYL3XfCe6fgGBI-H2ZjO5nqwMrLeGK-iaRkmLAUjgDVQ3DfclV4AU4fqF4TV5hBVYBaaqSexaySeCiXsAS4Y9rH9zDY_D9MQlYPbA/w640-h618/lbdi-model-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>I knew my next major project would be 'La Bataille D'Iisgny' and this symbolic object was constructed to enable me to engage visitor's in the idea and its potential forms.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheo_WQp2ARVT_l9aWcoL508VxATk5MHm4H6dHz_KCKA5AeVhmGb477cl6wvZG61p2HmcwMqTfftgV0NJpGPNxXvS6doXfwKXx-5zLb0TN61LghhA2znKBWVSfW8yZLn0hWFD4anm26pbxuNMIHezZbjYYgkqR3mtvYff8JDP__c7ZiofBIP7Rk4zdzlA/s2000/model-details-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="2000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheo_WQp2ARVT_l9aWcoL508VxATk5MHm4H6dHz_KCKA5AeVhmGb477cl6wvZG61p2HmcwMqTfftgV0NJpGPNxXvS6doXfwKXx-5zLb0TN61LghhA2znKBWVSfW8yZLn0hWFD4anm26pbxuNMIHezZbjYYgkqR3mtvYff8JDP__c7ZiofBIP7Rk4zdzlA/w640-h288/model-details-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2o5ww3VIftBOguz2C9ZGwOmbxtRfeCttgt739AWgneY_uYidjGtQ-bRKg7TQjvIe7YS0S8LbEXsLp41MsEGcKBY3I-e-w5MpUoEcTgS_kUVeDDXapYF82NtACAw8njT_5RtRcMbMtUeo65FKbWcHgvHo9CskoxKGkoGjZuEQOQZWCS5C1-xH_dh0og/s2000/model-details.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="2000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2o5ww3VIftBOguz2C9ZGwOmbxtRfeCttgt739AWgneY_uYidjGtQ-bRKg7TQjvIe7YS0S8LbEXsLp41MsEGcKBY3I-e-w5MpUoEcTgS_kUVeDDXapYF82NtACAw8njT_5RtRcMbMtUeo65FKbWcHgvHo9CskoxKGkoGjZuEQOQZWCS5C1-xH_dh0og/w640-h426/model-details.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><p>Symbolic pieces deployed across the model included: </p><p><a href="https://www.walkerloo.com/" target="_blank">Walkerloo Toy Soldiers</a> ;</p><p><a href="http://walkerloo.blogspot.com/2011/11/miner-diversion.html" target="_blank">The Chinese Miners Marching With My Dad's Pit Banner</a> ;</p><p><a href="http://walkerloo.blogspot.com/2012/01/although-they-are-very-gorgeous-moment.html" target="_blank">Google Panto Horse Corporate Beasts</a> ;</p><p>and a few proto-type myTHself Trinity paper soldier figurines not yet published.</p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>QUICK REVIEW*</i></p><p><i>I began making paper soldiers in 2000 - I didn't really know they were a thing. </i></p><p><i>In early 2008 I took my production industrial. Raising capital I had 180,000 soldiers made in a factory in Chatillon-sur-Sienne. The paper soldiers were printed near Paris with vegetable inks. They were glued </i><i>onto two sides of a re-cycled cardboard </i><i>and then precisely die cut. In June of 2008 whilst the 193rd battle of Waterloo anniversary re-enactment raged all about I launched my army of toy soldiers before the public in the museum of Napoleons last HQ. Over the coming months I took my soldiers to museums and events all about culminating in a season of Christmas artisan markets in London. But there was opposition.</i></p><p><i>Star Wars launched its movie based toys in 1977. I was in the first childhood cohort to encounter the global toy phenomenon. Ever since that success, legions of plastic movie related toys have advanced across the toy shop shelves to capture the imagination of children around the globe. </i></p><p><i>But toy soldiers are made for real pretend war - specialists. In Spring 2009 I began to lead my troops in real pretend play battle with the plastic toys from movies and TV that are their opposition. </i></p><p><i>I identified three major sources of spumic plastic toy adversary. The movie studios of Pixar, Star Wars and Marvel. Disney bought Pixar in 2006 ($7.4 billion). Disney bought Marvel late 2009 ($4 billion). Disney bought Star Wars late 2012 ($4 billion). And so my three major adversaries became one.</i></p><p><i>I prosecuted play war with my soldiers in short films, text and pictures. But against the largest mytho-picture controlling corporation the world has ever seen - an entity who's form boils via global propagation, sale by the billion of material objects under cover of all pervasive legalistic control. My paper soldiers were over whelmed. I realised I must devote more of myTHself to their mission.</i></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-11795265462139075472021-12-13T08:01:00.012-08:002021-12-13T09:55:24.674-08:00'Les Trois Ages du Dragon Baligan, myTHself et Autres Monstres' Opening Show Night. Batiment Bleu, Dielette, 27th Oct , 2021.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYxu6zMpm3l2i_zpJCQprtGU6CgSjk5ZKWUOhHfAgjHlKjPgzynjs-nflJmIqYyc0bk8QBWCOBCDnq40b9I7FOPngrEAqhBKOqqq-gr9r8Dsc5ShmvDYBKFzgk_c__F-ktyoNtnL-lmWB/s2048/the+show.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYxu6zMpm3l2i_zpJCQprtGU6CgSjk5ZKWUOhHfAgjHlKjPgzynjs-nflJmIqYyc0bk8QBWCOBCDnq40b9I7FOPngrEAqhBKOqqq-gr9r8Dsc5ShmvDYBKFzgk_c__F-ktyoNtnL-lmWB/w640-h480/the+show.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>I talked a few thousand people around my temporary studio space over my 4 month residence in Dielette. Few of the visitors came to see my work specifically. Most approached a painter working on a large painting in a large open window out of curiosity. I would explain the picture as I worked and often invite them on a tour of my work inside the space. It proved an excellent way to evolve a lyrical talk around my pictures.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhil1sdnUGf1tXjD1G8rYhWU8A0K510QFXlLmMCtkj7WOZ-KKwaRkj6Lf0w8_oCwrJ6tnwfSVaB5KJ7qI6AlmnK9QgVxjlVe63pg9Tptl67PEfVcsTppoiehDGiqD30VscyeLC9gTN_pDiAkrRcqdQTpaHVuA4lZkzw02TSo5iMRKPUmymbXPytHs99gQ=s1391" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="886" data-original-width="1391" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhil1sdnUGf1tXjD1G8rYhWU8A0K510QFXlLmMCtkj7WOZ-KKwaRkj6Lf0w8_oCwrJ6tnwfSVaB5KJ7qI6AlmnK9QgVxjlVe63pg9Tptl67PEfVcsTppoiehDGiqD30VscyeLC9gTN_pDiAkrRcqdQTpaHVuA4lZkzw02TSo5iMRKPUmymbXPytHs99gQ=w640-h408" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>As LesTroisAgesDuDragonBaligan painting reached completion I planned an exhibition to mark the end of my residence. For the exhibition I identified five picture 'stations', stops on a mythical journey through the exhibition space. <p></p><p>On the opening night I performed the tour around the pictures before an invited public including the Port Captain and the Mayor. It was a mythical journey that invoked myTHself Trinity.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-SHXClIRwvd6AMuYQx5-dWBAQ4l0h6mqCprrn3cKxiJPqpBZgT3kIPpBX0ca3NuxNMOoBai3rCD9n1b4LZUPkc6h3BsiP5wWWRbjGgWL-QgJHJkzu1HJbhytAPdygM6pa1x65OjPbXpGKKl33YbgX5lj46zl3M8rPK9CddfPhHR6F9fDSKT5hYs1cNw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1213" data-original-width="2048" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-SHXClIRwvd6AMuYQx5-dWBAQ4l0h6mqCprrn3cKxiJPqpBZgT3kIPpBX0ca3NuxNMOoBai3rCD9n1b4LZUPkc6h3BsiP5wWWRbjGgWL-QgJHJkzu1HJbhytAPdygM6pa1x65OjPbXpGKKl33YbgX5lj46zl3M8rPK9CddfPhHR6F9fDSKT5hYs1cNw=w640-h380" width="640" /></a></div><p><i><b><span style="font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: underline;">Station 1</span>:<span style="font-size: medium;"> The Easter Legs</span>.</b> The first public project I made after moving to France. A Christmas Stocking meets an Easter Egg in a Gift Factory on St. Valentines night (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjQSB3ov-Tw" target="_blank">animated film</a>). The offspring of this mythical union of the best selling Christmas gift and the best selling Easter gift should be able to merchandise the *uck out the rest of the planet.... right? But a tension exists within the group... (after almost 20yrs live play action <a href="http://www.easterlegs.com/?fbclid=IwAR0drTQ28kJxhsOMrNXYtomltLaRkT4rWCJFzYm45U59KmU4i_u_Tou632c">www.EasterLegs.com</a> is under threat of tech extinction. Ever since S.Jobs denied Flash in his pods etc. hmmm... the same Jobs who sat on the Disney board after he sold them Pixar in 2006... an obvious conspiracy against the EasterLegs in the flash... ?</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizyTDbychUoSC4RsXwZwvYXgnsFstQe7-8h1JlfWQGR1Kqx0SC_dUPy_RDQ8XLYFb4xOw3gTWByKVNs2W7kCsQnFz094mG5i11JaTBJWkBjrGci5Xd6omNn12n8AOgamfJJct3q-IocOWz52PPo0T9E_Qe17xk2IQAmWFFprc7ibocIMfMD_5fbBfw8g=s1600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1466" data-original-width="1600" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizyTDbychUoSC4RsXwZwvYXgnsFstQe7-8h1JlfWQGR1Kqx0SC_dUPy_RDQ8XLYFb4xOw3gTWByKVNs2W7kCsQnFz094mG5i11JaTBJWkBjrGci5Xd6omNn12n8AOgamfJJct3q-IocOWz52PPo0T9E_Qe17xk2IQAmWFFprc7ibocIMfMD_5fbBfw8g=w640-h586" width="640" /></a></div><b style="font-family: inherit;"><i><p><b style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></b></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Station 2</u>: The Battle Of Walkerloo.</span></i></b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">A self portrait in the form of a toy soldier army fighting a real pretend war for survival. Ever since StarWars boys action toys in particular have been in the grip of the plastic toys from movies and TV. What else should an army of toy soldiers do to get on in the world but go to real pretend war with those that obstruct and occupy the relevant space.</i><p></p><p><i><br /></i><i style="font-family: inherit;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyp6VNDt7Dcsh8bn_OGT-wpVKeuYAH4KGPP6MGtS2SoIX8Y_4h5CP6S0AHuZKcbexaTw4YmeTCyK4qFEKijPgTw5P0gOX3ZKaHj_goLNVIyr_faoFkKOaWOWk4ExXqXQQn-JCDn4eoeVt4z-foxqepnuavhkgfPoB7q3sQMNur5sXDRDgvNJLiGQMRhg=s3948" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="3948" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyp6VNDt7Dcsh8bn_OGT-wpVKeuYAH4KGPP6MGtS2SoIX8Y_4h5CP6S0AHuZKcbexaTw4YmeTCyK4qFEKijPgTw5P0gOX3ZKaHj_goLNVIyr_faoFkKOaWOWk4ExXqXQQn-JCDn4eoeVt4z-foxqepnuavhkgfPoB7q3sQMNur5sXDRDgvNJLiGQMRhg=w640-h130" width="640" /></a></i></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg--TOf1VUmsmAeJhXl5znM7lpBfc6aFlHtKN3nv50Kwzn_C-fMnhglZEsPjlO2sIO0f-Bxzzg5tiFbP__mybxdM4be4Yx3XgOMVGqgoyotbASSpjn5PKtrhNeCwSS0tM_P923wmxaF2fgHrPORqDJFPAbEXpkosQO6K_pAMEM7QsFE99L5tyzZ-uQdtw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1213" data-original-width="2048" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg--TOf1VUmsmAeJhXl5znM7lpBfc6aFlHtKN3nv50Kwzn_C-fMnhglZEsPjlO2sIO0f-Bxzzg5tiFbP__mybxdM4be4Yx3XgOMVGqgoyotbASSpjn5PKtrhNeCwSS0tM_P923wmxaF2fgHrPORqDJFPAbEXpkosQO6K_pAMEM7QsFE99L5tyzZ-uQdtw=w640-h380" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><i style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b></b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgb0JKRl6G5rqSUmTZnXlTo-wBbbK9LqaLBV_JD5695qFKhkfMRqO8xo6nwCQPhbiAgg5Geqn2FTq5NZ_Fe8isLaPaOlEAmo2gV02OCC4rae6A88OwL54cesFM2cVb0uVpHl8Hnrs1yYKEyVy-cu6bFcZ9bjuwW2ZqIhlVKFmSYG-wgRUrlEFEW3Eucnw=s3546" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="3546" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgb0JKRl6G5rqSUmTZnXlTo-wBbbK9LqaLBV_JD5695qFKhkfMRqO8xo6nwCQPhbiAgg5Geqn2FTq5NZ_Fe8isLaPaOlEAmo2gV02OCC4rae6A88OwL54cesFM2cVb0uVpHl8Hnrs1yYKEyVy-cu6bFcZ9bjuwW2ZqIhlVKFmSYG-wgRUrlEFEW3Eucnw=w640-h160" width="640" /></a></b></i></div><i style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></i><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></i></div><p style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Station 3</u>: The Tale Of Christopher Wanker</span>.</b> Over the summer it this was this picture that got visitors embarrassed attention. Fair enough. It is a picture made to project so. But always as I talked people through 'The Tale Of Christopher Wanker' and the origins of his phallus the trepidation turned to understanding, giggles and smiles. At the origin of myTHself, the word I made up to author the picture. Christopher Wanker the Fantasy Banker, his cock is London's cock as I discovered it to be upon pasting my bedroom/office walls with a pair of giant scale road atlases to visualise library gleaned road haulage company data in the making of my business plan that was to make me a millionaire advertising media mogul... SMACM (strategicMobileAdvertisingCampaignMedia) ... or not. SMACM de-AD(vertising)... hmmm. West End, East End, Bell End? Londong? Oh that's why they're all called Cockneys.... I no longer wanted to be a real business man... but a part of me had already become a fantasy one... Christopher Wanker the Fantasy Banker has been with me ever since.... my toxic male alter-ego? my biggest swinging get the business done self? the holder of my tool for mass cultural penetration and insemination...</span></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span></i></div><i style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYgKFAuiTbjSJqje8jVGRqJCZ5pdg8dUT0y6KYkOFBuXKFB-hMvfrjokieu4EKrEBpuY59mZQVXdSU5WfnfcbF-gxiTgry_fSMdg51I9mo3YDBNMWZxo_HmtPF-BkjnBr2GvWfyCxm_cQT6c28VqASLxn2FWYn46vUGGOxnqCIw0AWiZJHTPr_MzeZng=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1213" data-original-width="2048" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYgKFAuiTbjSJqje8jVGRqJCZ5pdg8dUT0y6KYkOFBuXKFB-hMvfrjokieu4EKrEBpuY59mZQVXdSU5WfnfcbF-gxiTgry_fSMdg51I9mo3YDBNMWZxo_HmtPF-BkjnBr2GvWfyCxm_cQT6c28VqASLxn2FWYn46vUGGOxnqCIw0AWiZJHTPr_MzeZng=w640-h380" width="640" /></a></div></i><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaIlw5MpDYlchlgxLtSx_eUmoDD-l9eFcHFXPVRc0TCAYO5HFC8WP6zRSY7z_g7oBeodeTH5lb0Ts7vhijlmwXCnB6rEzG5drmjHS43sDx7zfNCELHhboYA0LnJ7pGN_ukAcyWHUhjeklOXVuH5bAWivBPU8geaYigUKE8FwzEDukruYpy5qT3xfOnFw=s2000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1301" data-original-width="2000" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaIlw5MpDYlchlgxLtSx_eUmoDD-l9eFcHFXPVRc0TCAYO5HFC8WP6zRSY7z_g7oBeodeTH5lb0Ts7vhijlmwXCnB6rEzG5drmjHS43sDx7zfNCELHhboYA0LnJ7pGN_ukAcyWHUhjeklOXVuH5bAWivBPU8geaYigUKE8FwzEDukruYpy5qT3xfOnFw=w640-h416" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZ37yxPkYSz266FAwAaAcyWFvBJixf6YIktchj-Q8BZtaxA4DplByVp39WIld0mmAi_vIqh8_GfdzaSbqQj_pN-1Q2bdDohef7uFw8usz3p6EouNVHgmkqzV4aWA_WahppomrDbnmfAUk7P5G82exulH8HnFLRarD_7H44UFK4k_sSs_sToTkRqFBqZA=s2000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="2000" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZ37yxPkYSz266FAwAaAcyWFvBJixf6YIktchj-Q8BZtaxA4DplByVp39WIld0mmAi_vIqh8_GfdzaSbqQj_pN-1Q2bdDohef7uFw8usz3p6EouNVHgmkqzV4aWA_WahppomrDbnmfAUk7P5G82exulH8HnFLRarD_7H44UFK4k_sSs_sToTkRqFBqZA=w640-h192" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Having explained 'The Tale Of Christopher Wanker' I begin to back up to that wall behind me where my suit jacket and Britain map wings are hung.... and then.... ... ... ... the invocation of myTHself Trinity, le duelliste d'Isigny is complete!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2DJ1d4A1Y5WPGje0Nz5k61h8hMC5MIhShPoMW2V4IQ94QPGNmgeaZpGzzVxHKhVsDH9Ko0EHJ2nVGgY-4nIWBZ4tk3_4m_luEUkbs8UNk8nCF6MHMRHILFQFiEKsvP4Bakj9-kP62NGrgsTBJxaQubFbdPEtaLkgMcNv_D2xFChOqLWqNb6guyWg_5A=s3000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="722" data-original-width="3000" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2DJ1d4A1Y5WPGje0Nz5k61h8hMC5MIhShPoMW2V4IQ94QPGNmgeaZpGzzVxHKhVsDH9Ko0EHJ2nVGgY-4nIWBZ4tk3_4m_luEUkbs8UNk8nCF6MHMRHILFQFiEKsvP4Bakj9-kP62NGrgsTBJxaQubFbdPEtaLkgMcNv_D2xFChOqLWqNb6guyWg_5A=w640-h154" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNavtWdj5JHSCaRQfniDi-eRGpjpH3OT2SF64xgE_zHMCDCDjCANK_i8HCavkqQDNQxbw6bxlqyhifrOa4ymRjIUS8svELNfHCf5xF9HDeP7VKw6iFNxfj7oLZGUsdxB6aU9pUjnuh4bWUbL8deSKDhpGdMHkFDbPsdgWgIRpn4W34UwZaLBA5_vGtdA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNavtWdj5JHSCaRQfniDi-eRGpjpH3OT2SF64xgE_zHMCDCDjCANK_i8HCavkqQDNQxbw6bxlqyhifrOa4ymRjIUS8svELNfHCf5xF9HDeP7VKw6iFNxfj7oLZGUsdxB6aU9pUjnuh4bWUbL8deSKDhpGdMHkFDbPsdgWgIRpn4W34UwZaLBA5_vGtdA=w640-h360" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Station 4</u>: Les Trois Ages Du Dragon Baligan.</span> Man vs Beast... using the power of faith and its symbols. The picture shows St.Germain surfing into Diélette on his flaming wagon wheel (nuclear warning adjusted Raleigh Burner wheel) and petrifying the child eating dragon beast Baligan beneath the cliffs of Flamanville... as I myTHself Trinity go on to tell the story of how another child preferring dragon beast Disney is gonna get it... using the power of my faith.... and my pictures</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUlE_h6IKY4pj0G8FEVMrB9mjqU6LOTL7iCvWH-3vvsCPgUdjhu0OGLlAXnwxwF7fMVHshz27ctkRgfD2cccMxODRi9o9diWgwyBcwM4UnRsGQMDbObkkvPuMUF5m7C1VCAdugl8k3hluxqxPXvVFhSF73R1p7sKWXvx3jkK9X30QDqRQs9BsohEYKYw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="2048" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUlE_h6IKY4pj0G8FEVMrB9mjqU6LOTL7iCvWH-3vvsCPgUdjhu0OGLlAXnwxwF7fMVHshz27ctkRgfD2cccMxODRi9o9diWgwyBcwM4UnRsGQMDbObkkvPuMUF5m7C1VCAdugl8k3hluxqxPXvVFhSF73R1p7sKWXvx3jkK9X30QDqRQs9BsohEYKYw=w640-h338" width="640" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbicjBdrtPrMdE8iguMV6O3UWUQdH0_DGqRznQFQBeYphTtWxo58-X4Z4mgG_28aBv39RbHtBhI8eTeZyDffbnu_3aahig5L7o2iRKweyIGEAKnHaOP72RikNWuQdtPGkrxf8jPcAytvUhEzT8IjmoL7GVKQDbMdTblI6zpwdyU8yjPC_AG7L-UnJgzQ=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbicjBdrtPrMdE8iguMV6O3UWUQdH0_DGqRznQFQBeYphTtWxo58-X4Z4mgG_28aBv39RbHtBhI8eTeZyDffbnu_3aahig5L7o2iRKweyIGEAKnHaOP72RikNWuQdtPGkrxf8jPcAytvUhEzT8IjmoL7GVKQDbMdTblI6zpwdyU8yjPC_AG7L-UnJgzQ=w640-h360" width="640" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpFMVLgdVivk6Zhy1S8NraakX1bKjbneWIQ2VeeDdI_yI-Iuxu-V1-SdgLhFNaEqqtTJprK_37vP_nBN6_QTBSl3Sp4CNxPcKXoRfDkbTXUgVSxKAVCRbC_6wEkzOHGW25qQbX987dPW7etkJDpkUZBh6D7NrJh1rv5acNu2KEjFIUmP3uMRcQXq9GpA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpFMVLgdVivk6Zhy1S8NraakX1bKjbneWIQ2VeeDdI_yI-Iuxu-V1-SdgLhFNaEqqtTJprK_37vP_nBN6_QTBSl3Sp4CNxPcKXoRfDkbTXUgVSxKAVCRbC_6wEkzOHGW25qQbX987dPW7etkJDpkUZBh6D7NrJh1rv5acNu2KEjFIUmP3uMRcQXq9GpA=w640-h360" width="640" /></a></div></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u><br /></u><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Station 5</u>: La Bataille d'Isigny Strategic Model. </span><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> (LBdISM).</span> </b><i>An Improvised object</i><i><b> c</b>oming together </i><i>days before the show. I needed a pictorial object to introduce and link the studio space in Dielette and further my mission to manifest an assault on Disney... "</i><i>In 1066 </i><i>Hugues Suhard d'Isigny </i><i>a peasant soldier left Normandy in the</i><i> army William the Bastard to seek his fortune. 900 years later in 1966 one of Hugues descendants died in California leaving behind a commercial empire that had begun to capture the imagination of the world, he was Walt Disney. The Battle of Isigny strategic model enabled me to explain my surreal assault on the corporate beast via the ancestral hometown of foes creator.</i></span></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i style="color: #050505; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjny9-HN6eXFHWyFwgcdwUIJsWZBEZKM-lh_JbFXd2dAKz8ifi-PQ3BfEOvl8uXDhCRue19eDRr9WmFuF0eyw-eNTwidb62KBtJmLMwaXA1FKNo_nic3DGIcqRNJQVj9z0QtqylptGA7DTphIxR8M2C2hbM9ZzBwJ6gKXm_1oOOxmSbBK66TVf8VHkGaA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjny9-HN6eXFHWyFwgcdwUIJsWZBEZKM-lh_JbFXd2dAKz8ifi-PQ3BfEOvl8uXDhCRue19eDRr9WmFuF0eyw-eNTwidb62KBtJmLMwaXA1FKNo_nic3DGIcqRNJQVj9z0QtqylptGA7DTphIxR8M2C2hbM9ZzBwJ6gKXm_1oOOxmSbBK66TVf8VHkGaA=w640-h360" width="640" /></a></div></i><p style="text-align: left;">Friend and picture making collaborator Martin Andrieux/ManCameraMartain along with a few others agreed to film and photo the event. These stills from his films and photos of others present at the show. </p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #050505; font-size: 15px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdQpbIaw0qXiOR-suz3pg4_la3obXJk_GZA3KVhmmif4JFMzgyg5AWTjTmkFXvOClZhEqJrbaSl13dPm8aFWJsyRbhOAML49Ia86syuzGwWOuF0y2AsJ75Kf8B-aqO-C5ENkhca5oEtkBtP_OC6P1pzPwJGzYy2c9NkfPaE9qd97qdLbdKrsax_t5GQw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1213" data-original-width="2048" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdQpbIaw0qXiOR-suz3pg4_la3obXJk_GZA3KVhmmif4JFMzgyg5AWTjTmkFXvOClZhEqJrbaSl13dPm8aFWJsyRbhOAML49Ia86syuzGwWOuF0y2AsJ75Kf8B-aqO-C5ENkhca5oEtkBtP_OC6P1pzPwJGzYy2c9NkfPaE9qd97qdLbdKrsax_t5GQw=w640-h380" width="640" /></a></div><b style="font-style: italic;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifU4VZ3zDEX-vMUvVsd_UHLNfCeHPBm8thA5Cv-YgYbA49XLiVRw3ZqIzuZS27WNrQLjLTzswqiU9CyAl8F7lVjgNDf5N7v_Ko_pVGNtTo58kf7HOCEik1o74YfII44_3jO33xledqtVhKDcunoDPAUhkqQdWnvJJC2aL7UCrV9OBRW37E_-8Q2RQ4AA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1213" data-original-width="2048" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifU4VZ3zDEX-vMUvVsd_UHLNfCeHPBm8thA5Cv-YgYbA49XLiVRw3ZqIzuZS27WNrQLjLTzswqiU9CyAl8F7lVjgNDf5N7v_Ko_pVGNtTo58kf7HOCEik1o74YfII44_3jO33xledqtVhKDcunoDPAUhkqQdWnvJJC2aL7UCrV9OBRW37E_-8Q2RQ4AA=w640-h380" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPNvulwlB5Ol4F-PwrYps9FU2VcB682q4FJJpFC6ms9eu63MzyFG-enAObOdE1QqobUAWgnAB7QQK2Ezg0rgx9xoxnHEUchVMvm99NqWmyXwhKwZ2nBC3kZjTdcL9xMaqlNpGPUV2NPitbNpnxWgJle2n4B87j3ct41MBaVEER63EOR-8OqJ1DCuOHbw=s2000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPNvulwlB5Ol4F-PwrYps9FU2VcB682q4FJJpFC6ms9eu63MzyFG-enAObOdE1QqobUAWgnAB7QQK2Ezg0rgx9xoxnHEUchVMvm99NqWmyXwhKwZ2nBC3kZjTdcL9xMaqlNpGPUV2NPitbNpnxWgJle2n4B87j3ct41MBaVEER63EOR-8OqJ1DCuOHbw=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: medium;">the dream of the battle... to cum?</span></b></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-4976909647321240482021-10-15T02:08:00.002-07:002021-10-18T03:47:13.885-07:00Les 3 Ages du Dragon Baligan, myTHself & Autres Monstres. An exhibition of work.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFi4Mx7gQO_AsTx6eMYUkC9e0FpDQ1x5MPsuqs-coZU0EQD1csYiQ5bTQGwwqEWGLr47z-SGlXgZYS3h_cDFj_WYj7tnEr_VVSDqe-VD3V8FvdXdAhpNHdU2lZ2OD4viSmUACySH1DdSjJ/s2048/NU+trois+Ages+Baligan+FLYER+A3++COLEUR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1457" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFi4Mx7gQO_AsTx6eMYUkC9e0FpDQ1x5MPsuqs-coZU0EQD1csYiQ5bTQGwwqEWGLr47z-SGlXgZYS3h_cDFj_WYj7tnEr_VVSDqe-VD3V8FvdXdAhpNHdU2lZ2OD4viSmUACySH1DdSjJ/w456-h640/NU+trois+Ages+Baligan+FLYER+A3++COLEUR.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I made a short video to be QR linked to the poster of my show so as to trail my picture making style.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="390" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/U8D_PYgLTcs" width="470" youtube-src-id="U8D_PYgLTcs"></iframe></div><p></p>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-8523644660291941312021-09-01T10:39:00.014-07:002021-12-09T09:01:13.420-08:00Les Trois Ages Du Dragon Baligan<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQvseZnzItBhhC2WDjR77zE2kW4c5z-_RUH0JadYGd_UnmLF9Fj0pNUs8AKaqsWKMqZ8d3QPlaEFOGZogIPL3-1TK96J475p9YwtphMx7ySGD4B-Cp4AKBeqo2VkX5jG1Pn60myoRzZ83/s2969/%25C2%25A3ages-Baligan-biro-sketch.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1059" data-original-width="2969" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQvseZnzItBhhC2WDjR77zE2kW4c5z-_RUH0JadYGd_UnmLF9Fj0pNUs8AKaqsWKMqZ8d3QPlaEFOGZogIPL3-1TK96J475p9YwtphMx7ySGD4B-Cp4AKBeqo2VkX5jG1Pn60myoRzZ83/w640-h228/%25C2%25A3ages-Baligan-biro-sketch.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first full sketch for the picture was in blue biro. </td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckAUuSQM8Mr3nAeL-gFWwg0Oio_eDU8SoisxkLlyJGVgU3XypcSl35qKNReCSPnf933yqW5zHL4FaW6foV9Hd51D4dYPiViX2PwBgVeWY_4q0NX-aygGSiANdhROwfSIj9zssVfEZLSaD/s2000/first-full-size-tripych-sketch-up-June2021.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="2000" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckAUuSQM8Mr3nAeL-gFWwg0Oio_eDU8SoisxkLlyJGVgU3XypcSl35qKNReCSPnf933yqW5zHL4FaW6foV9Hd51D4dYPiViX2PwBgVeWY_4q0NX-aygGSiANdhROwfSIj9zssVfEZLSaD/w640-h222/first-full-size-tripych-sketch-up-June2021.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">amalgamating the two left panels the first full size sketch was in charcoal</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cYeGkC0P5UTXd51YInw3l_DuvKaSKwO1YEYE6K6JILI-LN1osLeleJAlD2Z6iF705YLRYdvJrqeAwHyg4eVKtyX-OJjKJIrpSUUucTxwhTHH0RhllM0RO6YevRMx83UrV85dZCAH6i0u/s2000/3agesDielette.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="2000" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cYeGkC0P5UTXd51YInw3l_DuvKaSKwO1YEYE6K6JILI-LN1osLeleJAlD2Z6iF705YLRYdvJrqeAwHyg4eVKtyX-OJjKJIrpSUUucTxwhTHH0RhllM0RO6YevRMx83UrV85dZCAH6i0u/w640-h162/3agesDielette.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's been a cool summer with changeable weather</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The space has no electricity. To make best use of the light my back is to the window whilst working. I arranged my larger paintings about the walls for display and gave tours when people were interested. I find painting a picture in public with a subject understood by that public both gratifying and motivating. If the painted picture is a tired old media object, painting the picture in public is vital. On the street art.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfY9Gsp8TbzZTIpotSLrvNlRBoOfo9eXpFz_p9T2Jhn4d7q_2oi8ox23R5i5CKVgOYNpF0Q2P2lZ8GjRf-idpPP0TbuUA51OiyiCIfZ301IMGe60Rvbbp835t0Xb53QLYwQw8ax6Vg7evs/s3588/COOL-JULY.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="3588" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfY9Gsp8TbzZTIpotSLrvNlRBoOfo9eXpFz_p9T2Jhn4d7q_2oi8ox23R5i5CKVgOYNpF0Q2P2lZ8GjRf-idpPP0TbuUA51OiyiCIfZ301IMGe60Rvbbp835t0Xb53QLYwQw8ax6Vg7evs/w640-h156/COOL-JULY.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> A journalist for Ouest France was covering a yacht race back in early July. He talked to me about my project, recorded the conversation and took a couple of pictures to make the short article below.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBEEYvFdZnvWixsq3LjkPOAnLy0_F7FAOG4a9JuD8dPWNbtbfE8GINTbG684ktYubrZNhrveDT64zaP_0nk6VGs_t5HftxD1CGpbsYrog6O8nDrJ8WOmIecUfxIQSPKWfqMvqizTyY0wVy/s2048/fame+orig+article+2021.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1613" data-original-width="2048" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBEEYvFdZnvWixsq3LjkPOAnLy0_F7FAOG4a9JuD8dPWNbtbfE8GINTbG684ktYubrZNhrveDT64zaP_0nk6VGs_t5HftxD1CGpbsYrog6O8nDrJ8WOmIecUfxIQSPKWfqMvqizTyY0wVy/w640-h504/fame+orig+article+2021.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yB5_eePY2NkbG1tI4muZmPyGKjDGkr94WePcHFH2TCLfrxxu4YZmQq2aNYlKEzEYei6yTM7hgmfh6e3603kRJjKdCgXutX_3_y9pwJaCbJ_DtlzZCtyFupit4IJSHROdhFKbNtT-HNV5/s2000/end-July-2021-baligan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="2000" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yB5_eePY2NkbG1tI4muZmPyGKjDGkr94WePcHFH2TCLfrxxu4YZmQq2aNYlKEzEYei6yTM7hgmfh6e3603kRJjKdCgXutX_3_y9pwJaCbJ_DtlzZCtyFupit4IJSHROdhFKbNtT-HNV5/w640-h190/end-July-2021-baligan.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJTRLEqcUVAINKNn3Jwqd5b6RquHxsE41ndWAJjetO9c6WxB5leNTLrnwGoR4dJ216p8vikp-bwVNCLJB6k9Xpex8QgILcKtb8BbAYx0e7jUXaCcQVGFgT6XUXOs2CKMrRW1rr4LMggFc/s3208/P1014439.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="3208" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJTRLEqcUVAINKNn3Jwqd5b6RquHxsE41ndWAJjetO9c6WxB5leNTLrnwGoR4dJ216p8vikp-bwVNCLJB6k9Xpex8QgILcKtb8BbAYx0e7jUXaCcQVGFgT6XUXOs2CKMrRW1rr4LMggFc/w640-h195/P1014439.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNZ03bJbl8X0vtnZIk701NiiNABamZKpWKCIQnfeayPDnZr2LUegN7nBzPGXk2KNg_dVZYo-bNriZie_5b5TKD79OMXr_9UFCo6L5kYLc5VQ0W8Lf65Udu4ppuFIUTNwgRZD3DVRc6uJy/s2400/comp-3mb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1156" data-original-width="2400" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNZ03bJbl8X0vtnZIk701NiiNABamZKpWKCIQnfeayPDnZr2LUegN7nBzPGXk2KNg_dVZYo-bNriZie_5b5TKD79OMXr_9UFCo6L5kYLc5VQ0W8Lf65Udu4ppuFIUTNwgRZD3DVRc6uJy/w640-h308/comp-3mb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <div>I had initially envisaged beginning the picture in April so as to finish in high summer when the port is busiest. It was mid June when I actually began the painting and port visitors were already beginning to flow past my painting space. I had imagined a much looser painting keeping more of the improvised lines of the early sketches. But I lost some of this play in the final painting. 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One Sunday afternoon I talked to two concrete workers from the nuclear construction site for an hour about my pictures and art. After presenting my work to a family an 8 year old girl excitedly reported to her father 'being in that gallery was like being in that man's head'.</div></div>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-72829211108626255722021-08-31T14:00:00.021-07:002021-09-01T03:04:22.546-07:00A Global Pandemic, A Local Monster & myTHself. <p><i><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Wish lads had ya gobs n'arl tellyers aboot an arful storee,</span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Wisht lads had ya gobs coz arl tellyers aboot tha warrr-m.</span></b></i></p><p><br /></p><p>I grew up in a valley with a legend of a terrible worm that continues to feed on my imagination. Soon after I moved to Normandy I heard tell about a dragon that had once terrorized everyone around here.</p><p>The first time I walked toward the sea from my home along the sunken, hedge lined roads and scattered granite farm houses I discovered an incongruous brick housing estate similar to those housing estates I'd grown up amongst in North East England. Walking through that estate I came to the high granite cliffs to see the sea and the sea cooled nuclear reactors built below.</p><p>The brick housing estate had been built by a German industrialist to house the workers for the coastal iron mine he had bought and modernized in 1907.</p><p>At the beach as a child I was fascinated by all the blue lines and marks on my fathers legs. He had been a coal miner for the first 15years of his working life and these were the tattoos the coal dust had made on his body from small injuries whilst working.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDyQVrpHB_v0iNvBY_gq4SyiDBOJcoOC-6zj_tDd0Qf5YwEsPZNGPiyhW_SOvkjcIVhmd5T6hyphenhyphen0Ez4RIAJz9Uh6ulvuA9ws9rW5wcRDzPvvdXLpiTIrsBm0t9w_xS0Adq5eE7_qxi0m_v/s2000/minersShoulderDrill-2%252C5k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1189" data-original-width="2000" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDyQVrpHB_v0iNvBY_gq4SyiDBOJcoOC-6zj_tDd0Qf5YwEsPZNGPiyhW_SOvkjcIVhmd5T6hyphenhyphen0Ez4RIAJz9Uh6ulvuA9ws9rW5wcRDzPvvdXLpiTIrsBm0t9w_xS0Adq5eE7_qxi0m_v/w400-h238/minersShoulderDrill-2%252C5k.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Last summer I thought of making a picture of the local monster - the dragon, the mine, the power station. I wrote this short passage to frame the picture...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">In the 4C the dragon Baligan ran amok around here, the only way the local population could appease him was to feed him their fresh children every so often. Until one day a cross wielding Irish man (Saint Germaine Le Scot [?]) came surfing up the beach on a flaming wagon wheel (as seen in the local church stained glass windows) Deploying intense devout faith power he banish/petrified the monster beneath the high sea cliffs of Flamanville. Hosanna! On witnessing the power of faith to smite the beast everyone turned Christian.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjoCR19pTEHBkgfuDw1ukqOXgmSwAx2N4dqqTCeW5-A0VvDDg4rZANZSOiNGONntmUD5Qc7A0uVhaUY7UtwKFzId9Zty0TkXV4iq_YtKG9sUx6SelfgX9DiWfmLp5Pvy0nES7v6dEcsXf/s1155/st-germain-arrives.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="1150" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjoCR19pTEHBkgfuDw1ukqOXgmSwAx2N4dqqTCeW5-A0VvDDg4rZANZSOiNGONntmUD5Qc7A0uVhaUY7UtwKFzId9Zty0TkXV4iq_YtKG9sUx6SelfgX9DiWfmLp5Pvy0nES7v6dEcsXf/w399-h400/st-germain-arrives.jpg" width="399" /></a></div></i><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1500 years later fellows exploring the foot of the cliffs became interested in the stones... Iron Ore! by 1900 a pair of German brothers had bought the concession and got serious about mining one of the highest quality iron ore deposits in Europe. Ore was mined from beneath the sea cliffs and taken back to the fatherland eventually on the purpose built offshore cable car... some years later, on the Western front, it's very possible that once again the children of Flamanville were horrifically reunited with the transformed mineral ore their fathers had mined, as the steel of the German army. By the 1960's the iron mine was unviable but the site attracted another buyer. In 1987 the nuclear reactors Flamanville 1 &2 came on line. In 2007 the construction of Flamanville 3 began. As of 2021 it was 10 years late and 5x over budget.</span></i></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqjDYg5sJhKHKVS3cTN8w85XeCjXDz34bWeuyYTWBAFVNT6zeNyn1sN8KLX8QWoENDBa9nFZZXnfLZN6qkbMIfuwBa5t37xa8LwcPLMMxAlDZCmWKIr89J6u2C1IaLPrcvc4rbBHmJSG7/s3105/nuFlamCompRePhotoCollageToGo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="3105" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqjDYg5sJhKHKVS3cTN8w85XeCjXDz34bWeuyYTWBAFVNT6zeNyn1sN8KLX8QWoENDBa9nFZZXnfLZN6qkbMIfuwBa5t37xa8LwcPLMMxAlDZCmWKIr89J6u2C1IaLPrcvc4rbBHmJSG7/w640-h208/nuFlamCompRePhotoCollageToGo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I've never done a project specific to this place where I've lived for 20 years. Over the winter I wrote to the local authorities suggesting I'd a plan to make a picture to give them if they could provid me with a pubic facing studio. I thought making this picture in public would help bond both it and me to this place and I'd noticed empty retail units with large glass fronts at the local port that could be a virus proof public picture making space. In Spring I presented my idea to a panel of masked local mayors and port managers, and on the 6th of June I was given the keys to a large empty building on the water front in my local port. I began to make 'Les Trois Ages Du Dragon Baligan'. <div><br /></div><div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLTnx2T3Y0bjJhgP8SGS4OTXT9qrKGdsD6zHCDDFuCm2SKA_UTfIqIPhTgyfAI7mCWO0jg1V-JMbSOdhK8m5YFQOyibtjMcNM2vPT1zZtaxkhriWiF4paeNI8RFpp224htfQesU0dvb-t/s2620/startingOut.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="2620" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLTnx2T3Y0bjJhgP8SGS4OTXT9qrKGdsD6zHCDDFuCm2SKA_UTfIqIPhTgyfAI7mCWO0jg1V-JMbSOdhK8m5YFQOyibtjMcNM2vPT1zZtaxkhriWiF4paeNI8RFpp224htfQesU0dvb-t/w640-h294/startingOut.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Wish lads had ya gobs n'arl tellyers aboot an ar-ful storee,</span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Wisht lads had ya gobs coz arl tellyers aboot tha warrr-m.</span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></i></p><p>(here's <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFQ3D6dGcik" target="_blank">Bryan Ferry</a> singing the lines above in the song from the valley we both come from... this <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4226RlDvJM4" target="_blank">80's movie by Ken Russel</a> is based on the same Lambton Worm legend - mostly dubbed into Hindi )</p></div></div>myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0Dielette, France49.5532384 -1.859790249.553064392859106 -1.8600584209014892 49.55341240714089 -1.8595219790985107tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-16053317558955972342020-02-18T12:37:00.003-08:002021-12-10T05:20:41.139-08:00Hedge Fun Deployment: Enter The Mythosphere<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Watch him enter the mythosphere in a visionary mission to set imagination free!
For ten years myTHself Christopher Walkerloo and his paper soldiers have fought a real pretend war with the Mega Corp's plastic toys that litter the globe. (BattleOfWalkerloo films <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIIsLIE4Rc0" target="_blank">1</a> & <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5IkiTBFBz4" target="_blank">2</a> & <a href="http://walkerloo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a>) For generations copyright controlled plastic figures have dominated the world of action toys.
But one Media Mega Corp in particular has begun to dominate all the rest. It buys up the IP (Intellectual Property) of the world's most popular toy stories as the IP of it's own creator finally times out to feed it's insatiable appetite for profit and growth.
It controls and manipulates the pop culture characters who inhabit our dreams. These characters are no longer the subjects of their original creator's timely vision - they are stripped of meaning and enslaved to stories with banal commercial goals inherently blind to humanities well being.
Born of surreptitious vision myTHself has united three of his stories to create a new 'special hero' (even the words super hero are forbidden outside of the corporation's zombie narratives!).
In this short film MYthSELF Trinity begins his mission and launches for the first time in to the mythosphere... that special human non-place that we all live within. That special human non-place where an artist's vision can match a mega corporations...
Meet myTHself Trinity, Christopher WonkerWankerWalkerloo.
Coming Soon : La Bataille D'Isigny..."</i></span></span><br />
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I'm finishing my film 'La Bataille D'Isigny' - I have been for a few months. I've not made many films, I've no boss and I'm not getting paid for any work I do. I wrestle it out. An effort of will and appreciation. Do I make it for money future money - time invested in objects for a future dividend?<br />
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All fantastic projection is capable of yielding reward. But all projections don't have the same probability of success . I speculate as a fantasy banker playing with my original projection I have chance of success and so wink the www.TheFantasyBank.com is a one to watch!<br />
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Work or play - is it hard to call? ... or too easy to ignore... Or is it now already a forgone conclusion.<br />
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Here is an email of application. I wanted to visit London for the joint 50th birthday party of two very good friends. To help justify the international travel costs I tried to use it as a deadline to finish my film and use the trip to present myTHself Trinity in London. I think it helped hasten the production although targets can never ensure success. And I would like to show the film in Isigny before anywhere else. It's still a 'W.I.P.' - a Work In Progress or maybe Walkerloo Information & Propaganda?<br />
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Email Recipient : a particular cultural facilitator/agent for the corporation of London<br />
Email subject : <b><i>the City is a part of me... how might I be a part in it?</i></b><br />
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<i>I'm an artist* with a special link to the city... it's a part of
my fantastic anatomy. I'm in London on Monday the 3rd of February
and would like to walk/pose for pictures in my costume as the
special hero <a href="https://youtu.be/OM-1So31LTg" moz-do-not-send="true">myTHself Trinity</a> in the
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<i>I've approached Leadenhall market where I've previously (2008)
held a stall selling my eccentric self portrait/toy soldier
project, The Battle Of Walkerloo (pic attached), it was always
very popular there, but I also wanted to enquire as to making an
appearance in other public squares or locations in the city on
that day.. I understand security is a major concern and didn't
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<i>On the evening of the 3rd I'll be premiering my new No-Budget
movie 'La bataille D'Isigny - Allumage des Bittes' ... it's the
third in a trilogy of short films... (Youtube links)</i><br />
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<i>the first : <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIIsLIE4Rc0&t=22s" moz-do-not-send="true">Toy
Soldiers at War part 1 : Walkerloo On The Normandy Beaches </a></i><br />
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<i>the second : <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5IkiTBFBz4&t=9s" moz-do-not-send="true">Toy
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<i>For Leadenhall I've suggested I be present on a 2.5m square green
rug with a defensive line of my paper soldiers marking a safe
space I can stay within and from where I can pose for pictures or
respond to questions... I first appeared as the character at <a href="https://mythselfchristopherwriter.blogspot.com/2019/10/mythself-trinity-goes-to-paris.html" moz-do-not-send="true">Paris
Comic Con</a> (links to my blog) but his <a href="https://mythselfchristopherwriter.blogspot.com/search/label/London%27s%20cock" moz-do-not-send="true">origins
are in London</a> over 25 yrs ago... London is a big part of
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<i>Any suggestions or help would be massively appreciated,</i><br />
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<i>Chris Walker</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.walkerloo.com/index.cfm?page=home"><i>www.walkerloo.com</i></a><br />
<a href="http://walkerloo.blogspot.fr/"><i>Battle of Walkerloo
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<i><a href="https://goo.gl/bclpSi">Review Walkerloo on Google</a> "</i><br />
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At the time of this post, I've made no further contact and received no reply. But I would still love to present as myTHself Trinity over a Lunch time in Leadenhall... ...perhaps in the summer!<br />
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When you write you can have no guarantee that you will be read - or should be... never mind being answered.<br />
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Coming soon - a fantastic projection - a motivational object.<br />
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To attain flight wings must be capable of creating lift. For the last few months I've been making a pair of wings to assist with a flight through culture. For more than 20 yrs I've pictured myTHself Christopher Wanker with the map of the UK behind attached to him via his cock London's Cock.<br />
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This picture made in 1998 shows me trying to become myTHself Christopher Wanker. I've cut around some of the figures so a map could be inserted or the figure folded out into another dimension from the picture plane. I made a 3D clay phallus with London's cock as cross section to help me integrate and act out in the picture making.<br />
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20 years later in computer sketches preparing for "La Bataille D'Isigny" I began to depict CW with his cock London's cock and a pair of map wings made adding a second mirror image UK map digitally extracted from google. In composition with the EasterLegs and Walkerloo paper soldiers Christopher Wanker begins to become Christopher WonkerWankerWalkerloo, myTHself Trinity.<br />
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The real wings are made from 4 deconstructed 'AA Handy Glove Box Road Atlas's' (and their copyright spell) and painted fleshy mirror Britain maps applied to wood composite panels. I hope a good flap will aid their flight after take off... scratch the face of Disney.<br />
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In October 2018 I made a small exhibition of myTHself in Normandy and announced I was to invest more of myTHself into the real pretend war my paper soldiers had been involved in for 10 years. A video blah blah was made introducing myTHself's new strategic direction.<br />
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Last Saturday afternoon at about 2pm, I myTHself Christopher Walker transformed into the real pretend warrior fairy angel - 'Trinity myTHself, Christopher WonkerWankerWalkerloo' and began to prowl around La Grande Halle de La Parc de la Villette, venue for the pop culture festival Comic Con Paris. Two weeks earlier I'd performed this transformation for the first time in public whilst making the film 'La Bataille D'Isigny : L'Allumage des Bites' (coming soon...)<br />
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With the help of my wife I walked and talked amongst the humanity of comic con Paris. 'In my suit I feel a part of my country' I announced 'I am <a href="https://mythselfchristopherwriter.blogspot.com/2017/06/mythself-christopher-writer-about.html" target="_blank">Christopher Wanker</a> the Fantasy Banker and My Cock is London's cock!'... 'I declare real pretend war on all those that are part of Disney'... As Trinity myTHself Christopher WonkerWankerWalkerloo I wear a smart serious pinstripe suit and tie although with the pants pulled down around my ankles. Attached to my back are map of Britain wings stretching 3 metres high and 2 metres wide. I wield a Walkerloo sword made from my <a href="https://www.walkerloo.com/" target="_blank">Walkerloo</a> paper soldiers and defend or deflect glances and blows with my <a href="https://mythselfchristopherwriter.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-web-object-wwweasterlegscom-2004.html" target="_blank">EasterLegs</a> shield. I did much real pretend Battle action with cosplayers dressed in disney IP (intellectual property) controlled costumes. And I gave out many unnumbered Fantasy Bank business cards.<br />
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Even in a festival of carnivalesque costumes myTHself Trinity stood out from the crowd. Although immediately shocking due to my inferred below waste nudity I was in fact donning a full costume and was prepared and did discuss issues other comic con visitors had concerning my 'originale' appearance. No one was upset or hurt although I did have a minor incident with a Captain America pro cosplayer. Funny getting moral concern from a man in a skin tight leather fetish suit messing about with a bunch of others in skin tight leather fetish suits - Wonder Woman looked special... <i>QUICK</i>... <i>where's me bloomin shield!?!</i><br />
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On Sunday for cultural contrast we visited the <a href="http://www.quaibranly.fr/en/" target="_blank">Musee Quai Branly Jacques Chirac</a>. This super museum displays numerous and fascinating collections of cultural objects from all over the world. It was dis-alienating and encouraging to see the quantity and variety of artist and artisan made objects on display from cultures around the world that considered a phallus a necessary and overt part of meaningful expression.<br />
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I'm going to make a Symbolic Christopher Wanker TopHat that I can wear in my CW downboy time walking about crowded exhibition halls... my pants up, my wings down but my hat on. I see why Picasso dug this museum. It's filled with inspirational objects. Thanks to Anais, Fabrice, Noami & Adelle for putting us up so well xx.<br />
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If serendipity is to be used seriously in... art ...in pictures it must have a legitimate meaningful role in the formation of the object, I don't want to just use chaos as a medium for contrast with an imagined image of order... it must form a compelling part of the message... ... it must bear witness to the poetic vision. hmmmm, tricky ascribing meaning to the path that lies behind our signifying significant facade. A seemingly random or serendipitous flow of reality interpreted through animal vision, reformed through a self into a thought object and pushed back out into a form to be outside and so thought about.<br />
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This paint was put on an office wall over a bank holiday weekend when the office was empty... it was a weekend of highs and lows... the ladder helped. I think the business owner was very happy with the result. Although she never did pay me - she's very successful in business! I think abstract art lends itself to business with great success and very little criticism. The limey green is in the corporate logo. Action type abstracts seem express the capture of 'now'... hmmmmm. now made then.</div>
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myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-77686550864247925642019-04-30T08:08:00.001-07:002019-04-30T12:43:45.502-07:00Picturing Google: Google Panto Horse Mythic Corporate Beasts. Downloadable DIY models/sculpture-pictures. Each a Google Effigy.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In 1999 I rang up my PC wise friend to get the name of the web search page he thought the best - I had forgotten the funny name. That name was Google. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Walkerloo Google Panto Horse paper-soldier sheets (available at the <a href="https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/98656/Google-Panto-Horse-Corporate-Beasts-Imagine-Larry-Page-and-Sergey-Brin-are-inside-one" target="_blank">wargame vault</a> since January 2012) was an attempt to make a picture of google.</span></span><br />
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<i>I'm a man - but do I end at my toes or are these words me? and what is google? <strong></strong>I’ve painted 4 different versions of the ‘Google-Panto-Horse’ mythic corporate beast. But I imagine there are googols of them grazing ‘freely’ on internet content. A real panto horse usually has two people inside the costume - Sergey Brin & Larry Page could be spending all their time inside a Google-Panto-Horse, where are they spending their money? Under harness googols of them would deliver googols of Google-Panto-Horse power, but this horse power would be dependent on their ability to graze vast quantities of ‘freely’ accessible internet content... You can make up the specifics of their abilities and appetites."</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm writing this in 2019 and Google is omnipresent in the world wide web and one of the most powerful non-government manmade entities ever created. After performing internet searches with google and other search engines I've failed to find any other effigies, paintings or pictures of Google. However using the same search criteria I was unable to find my own Google Panto Horse. I did find a film entitled if google were a guy. I have labeled the pictures in this blogger (a Google owned business) blog with 'Google Effigy'.</span>
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I've recently made up some paper soldiers for a secret mission. Google Panto Horse Corporate Beasts are depicted as the mounts for an elite YouWalkerloo portrait troop uniformed as Napoleon's Polish Lancers. Whilst on picture making maneuvers in the garden we were unexpectedly joined by my black cat Panza/Panzer. When you are making potentially spell binding pictures and your black cat shows up to take part you include him.<br />
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<b><i>'The Rubbish' </i></b>is a superhero/monster of our time.<br />
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'The Rubbish's' origins are at once obscure and all pervasive. It is thought to be an emergent intelligence made possible by the exponential growth and sheer quantity of man made rubbish real and virtual strewn across our planet. A life force seems to have emerged in the new global networked connectivity of advertising and commercially oriented message media. The Rubbish thrives on consumer waste, junk e-mail and old adverts. The Rubbish speaks in a language solely derived from commercial tag lines and catch phrases but with occasional longer speeches strung together from obscure advertorial. However the Rubbish has coined one catch phrase for itself <i>"RUBBISH! All major Brands REpresented"...</i><br />
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As garbage finds its way everywhere so does The Rubbish. It's a consciousness that seems to be able to travel and become manifest in garbage through physical proximity. It can travel with immediacy through littered environments and that includes the internet via junk e-mail. It is an excellent spy. Although having no actual physical strength it can hide in plain sight and in the smallest pieces of litter. It's known offensive capabilities are suffocation and/or entombment of opponents in litter filled environments and it is thought to be capable of conjuring defensive deadly poisons depending on the proximity of appropriate litter in the local environment. **THERE IS WORRIED SPECULATION ABOUT ITS ABILITY TO OFFER AN END OF WORLD SCENARIO IF CORNERED RELATIVE TO NUCLEAR WASTE CACHES. (oh no, in the pic below 'The Rubbish' is pictured less than a mile from a nuclear power station....FOR REAL! ... and there is a Nuclear Reprocessor only 10 miles away... with lots of nasty nuclear rubbish...)<br />
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The Rubbish's morality is ambiguous. Like almost all life it wishes to continue, however human civilisation currently provides the entity with a bountiful rubbish filled environment. As long as this condition persists we can count on 'The Rubbish' to be a staunch defender of humanity and all the crap we make.<br />
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The Rubbish can be very funny, delivering advert taglines with perfect comic timing in the most incongruous scenarios. However in regular conversation its dependence on the commercial strap lines and advertorial texts can make it ambiguous, oblique and nonsensical. It seems to talk... a load of rubbish...<br />
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All of The Rubbishes physical, aural and virtual manifestation is constrained to human rubbish and so it's very existence is a constant contravention of commercial and copyright law protecting that 'rubbish'. Issues will surely arise if The Rubbish ever becomes involved in self promotional merchandise!<br />
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There is one certain sworn enemy of 'The Rubbish'... a heroine who is known to have had considerable success in her fight... She is <a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-norfolk-42831483" target="_blank">Trash Girl!</a><br />
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The Rubbish responded "because I'm worth it - every little helps"...<br />
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Dedicated by myTHself to my godchildren Sonny & Colette. HAPPY BIRTHDAYS 2019!!! ;0D xxChistopher Winker</h3>
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The animated Flash film 'The Gift Factory' (myTHself 2004) is a creation myth for the Easter Legs. It was published on the Flash film makers portal <a href="https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/212156" target="_blank">NewGrounds</a> and at <a href="http://www.easterlegs.com/">www.Easterlegs.com</a> in 2004 (in <i>Flash </i><b>ID </b>[<b>I</b>nfinite <b>D</b>efinition!]) and on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjQSB3ov-Tw&t=11s" target="_blank">YouTube</a> in 2010 (limited quality pixel encoded edition).<br />
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I Made it in Flash (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adobe_Flash#History" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>) when the web was slower. Traditional pixel based video could not download its necessary data in real time quickly enough for watchable video. Flash could use vector animation which simulated frames re-drawing them 'on the hoof' in the browser at the desired frame rate. Vector drawings define line and area using maths. The pictures are made from drawing algebraic graphs, giving each line and area its specific colour, thickness etc. Designing with this in mind could give moving pictures with a tiny file size compared to pixel based video. 'The Gift Factory' movie is 6 minutes long but can be described in 700 kb of data, and half of that is the music! </div>
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Flash movies are more like games than traditional films. They are composed of a library of reusable graphic objects and characters. Characters, character parts and whole scenes are made by nesting animations inside one another Russian doll style. Flash had a simple coding language called Actionscript (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ActionScript" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>) which could make parts of the screen responsive to user mouse clicks and cursor movement. These areas named 'buttons' could be developed using timeline loops to make complex animated characters. The movie maker could, game like, hand the power of directing these characters over to the mouse controller. The resulting user manipulable virtual entities were called 'sprites'. The Easter Legs are sprites!<br />
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When I was testing the EasterLegs animated interface I unknowingly created a blank browser window appear with the JesusLeg alone and bleeding. Initially I had no explanation for this screen. A little freaked I undertook to find out how I had summoned this virtual space. After extensive tests I realised that the window was a result of clicking and pressing the mouse over the Jesus' Leg and then moving the 'cursor' off the 'leg image' with the mouse button still pressed. The Jesus leg animation is deliberately horrorful on continued mouse button pressing, did the movie's horror induce recoil in my mouse hand and thus the Jesus Leg apparition?<br />
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myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-32538632651630136872019-01-22T13:15:00.000-08:002019-02-02T02:17:33.398-08:00Christopher Worker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I left university with a degree in Architecture during the UK recession of the early 1990's and did not find a work placement. I moved into a shared house in London and lived on government benefits whilst exploring the capital and seeking work. I was Christopher Jobseeker. <br />
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This was the first time I had not been in full time education since I was 4yrs old. I developed my own creative investigations and projects whilst starting to take on manual odd jobs for money. Eventually I emerged as a skilled self employed house painter with an eye for colour and detail. I was <a href="http://www.christopherworker.com/" target="_blank">Christopher Worker</a>. I've returned to this work throughout my life repairing and painting hundreds of walls and ceilings sadly mostly white.<br />
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From 2013-18 using assets my wife inherited and occasional help from friends I built a house. We rent this house out to nuclear engineers & holiday makers, the income helps win me time to make pictures. After 2 years of Fulltime Christopher Building Worker I must now do fulltime Christopher someone else.<br />
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myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-65215074849009091922018-10-31T15:28:00.000-07:002019-02-24T03:40:12.077-08:00Christopher Wanker Pants Down. Strike Three. New Light Prize Exhibition 2017.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
At home for Christmas 2015 I came upon The 'New Light' painting competition show held biennially at the Bowes Museum in County Durham . Born in North East England I met one of the criteria to enter and decided to try for the exhibition in July 2017. I submitted two pictures recently made 'The Aluminum Ladder' and 'The Tale Of Christopher Wanker'.<br />
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In September 2017 I was disappointed to receive a letter regretting to inform me that my pictures had not been chosen for the exhibition. Strike 3. Fucked off with failure at judged painting competitions I knew I must find for myTHself a place to show Christopher Wanker.<br />
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I had enjoyed making the pictures and valued the results but failure to win an exhibition space meant in accordance, with the agreement I had made with my wife, I must return to building full time. By the end of October 2018 the house I had begun building in 2013 was finished and let out. I became a land lord with time to make pictures.<br />
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myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-69487904302430516672018-10-23T13:43:00.003-07:002019-02-01T09:21:29.065-08:00Christopher Wanker Pants Down. Strike Two. The Royal Accademy Summer Show 2015.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
2015 was the bicentennial year for the Battle Of Waterloo.<br />
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Inspired by the Royal Academy Summer Show Open Call for that year I made pictures for the entry application.<br />
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In 2013/14 I was commissioned by my friend to paint a picture for his new <a href="https://lemeltingpotcherbourg.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">restaurant</a> in Cherbourg. Respecting the taste of the patron I planned and painted a large sensible figurative acrylic <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/mythself/14610634662/in/dateposted/" target="_blank">composition</a>.<br />
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I enjoyed painting at this scale and gained confidence in the pictures success at the restaurant. I had thought painting a de-funked medium but skillfully applied paint to make a picture can be magical.<br />
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Between 2013 and 2018 I spent most of my time building a house but mid-Winter is unsuitable for building outside. I dedicated a month to make a new picture for the show. Judging it was time to expose more I decided to unite two disparate parts of myTHself - Christopher Wanker Fantasy banker would back the toy soldiers at The Battle Of Walkerloo.<br />
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Alas the pictures were not short listed for display in the RA summer show of 2015. Strike 2.<br />
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I had never been completely satisfied with any Christopher Wanker photo montage picture. Whilst living in France I took an afternoon painting class at Cherbourg art school and was shown the basics of 'pretend it's oil' acrylic painting. I developed a kind of brush scrubbing paint technique on to a dark painted base board which had solidity. I was seduced by the leather like surface of the painted pictures. This Christopher Wanker had been painted onto the road map surface, which had been glued to a board. His painted body united into the map surface as picture on to paper. The unity of the UK road map and myTHself Christopher Wanker was much more convincing than the photo montages. Painting the map and him together made Christopher Wanker more real, as a picture. </div>
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In 1996 Christopher Wanker pictures were sent along with an application to participate in an exhibition in east London called 'NEW WORK '98 UK'. The pictures consisted of prints of photos taken of the card and paper model shown.<br />
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The model had 15 separate card figurines. 14 were to be arranged in order forming a circle facing inside or out pending exhibition context. The 15th was to be a much larger picture, a re-representation of the finale of the series, the '<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cum_shot" target="_blank">cum shot</a>'.<br />
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The model depicted me dressing for city business/work. When fully dressed I become one with the UK mobile phone company mini-maps I had been in front of. In the same picture plane as the map (perpendicular to the photo background of my bedroom on the floor plane behind) I am able to feel at one with my country's map and I am able to pull out my magical map cock, London's cock and become Christopher Wanker. In the next few figurines Christopher Wanker is in the trans-like frenzy of his magical masturbation and the map cock is detached from the UK road map-whole. He slips back to the floor plane of his bedroom - but during those ogasmic moments the UK road map is missing it's capital city.<br />
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This model was strongly influenced by the stations of the cross and main crucifix present on the walls of most/all Catholic Church's. I had been a practising Catholic all my life until leaving home at 18.<br />
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MYthSELF assumed Christopher Wanker perfect for a role in the NEW WORK exhibition. Alas the application for a place in the exhibition was unsuccessful. Strike 1.<br />
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In the summer of 1998 after Englands defeat to Argentina in the world cup quarter final I broke my arm. I stopped making Christopher Wanker pictures because of my cast, wrote a book about witches for my niece and began to get re-interested in military costume and history. In the Fall of 1998 I met Laura with whom I moved to France and married.<br />
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myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-84701639166828990502017-08-07T05:07:00.001-07:002022-04-29T04:46:25.604-07:00MYthSELF Chrtistopher Walker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">I was born in </span><st1:place><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">Sunderland</span></st1:place><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;"> (</span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">UK</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">) in 1972 the youngest child of three. My brother, with whom I shared our bedroom, is five years older, my sister seven years older. It was once said, In very good humour at Christmas lunch that I was an accident - but I never felt like it. My mother was a housewife, school dinner nanny and skilled dress maker. My father was a production supervisor in a tyre factory. My father had been a coal miner like his father and was of a large, prominent Catholic family in his home town. I was brought up Catholic, my mother converted to Catholicism when I was a child. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">I grew up in a cul-de-sac built in the late 1960's and had lots of good friends. I was passionate about things military and spent a lot of time playing war themed games with friends and toys. I was good at school and got good school reports. I was interested and enthusiastic especially in Maths and Art I did not get football. I have always been a slow reader and terrible speller. I served on the alter in church until I was 15, then I got a part time job on Sunday mornings as a pump attendant at a local garage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">When I was little I think I wanted to be a soldier. I think it was ideas of bravery and triumph which attracted me... and the great suits. I thought briefly to myself about being a priest but I never heard god calling like they said he would. When I was thirteen I wanted and received a drawing board for Christmas. With Careers Service advice </span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">I began to think of being an architect. I got the best GCSE results in my school year and went on to sixth form to get four A levels . At 18 I left home and went to Oxford polytechnic to study architecture. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">When I finished my degree in 1993. I moved back home to the north briefly but through friends moved into a room in a shared house in Fulham west London. I enjoyed unemployment for the first time and began to re-consider my relation to the world. I</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;"> lived in this house until 2001 when I moved to </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">France</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;"> to share the home of my partner - now wife. I live there now with no children, many animals making pictures, meat and vegetables, sometimes labouring for money. Between 2013 and 2018 I built an extra house to rent out.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span> <span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10pt;">He is hardly ever on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/christopher.walker.752861" target="_blank">Facebook</a>.</span><br />
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myTHselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133819472663842663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078735654938915725.post-8491328004697469252017-08-06T02:39:00.001-07:002019-02-02T07:32:17.397-08:00The animated web object www.EasterLegs.com, 2004.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">www.Easterlegs.com is a moving picture made in 2004 by myTHself, </span><a href="https://mythselfchristopherwriter.blogspot.fr/2017/06/hei-is-creator-of-easter-legs.html" style="font-size: 13.33px;" target="_blank">Christopher Wonker</a><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">. It was built in ‘Flash’ to be on the web in a time before YouTube and it has been live ever since. Flash was a visually intuitive drawing program ubiquitous but almost extinct now. Most of the imagery is ‘vector’ based giving it unlimited definition for the modest file size essential for it’s day. The website contains about 20 minutes of animation measuring about 2MB but with at ID (</span><b style="font-size: 13.33px;">I</b><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">nfinite </span><b style="font-size: 13.33px;">D</b><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">efinition?! having googled this word paring I think I have just coined a new phrase - It's lovley! </span><i><b style="font-size: 13.33px;">ID - Infinite Definition - a </b><span style="font-size: 13.33px;"><b>special</b></span><b style="font-size: 13.33px;"> feature of vector based animation</b></i><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">) .</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">Opening with an emotive ‘creation myth movie’ the website establishes a plausible new family of holiday heroes ‘The Easter Legs’. The tension is made explicit in the collective presentation of the individual family members and the values, emotions they express and provoke.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">Whilst building the website Christopher Wonker discovered a page he did not create featuring the EasterLeg he calls Jesus’ leg. He has since wondered if this was the second coming of Jesus Christ as a digital avatar or at the very least a divine miracle. See if you can find this divine Easter egg when you explore </span><a href="http://www.easterlegs.com/" style="font-size: 13.33px;">www.EasterLegs.com</a><span style="font-size: 13.33px;">.</span><br />
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A second version of the website exists in which the Jesus leg character is replaced by a yellow eyed pink furry monster 'Beast Leg'. Blood continues to drip although now it follows the curve of long vicious talons. This version of the site has never been 'live' on-line.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 13.33px;">Still Image taken from EaserLegs in the costume of their father featuring BeastLeg. </span><br />
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