We felt it was time to share the internet with one another once more, so here’s our new collective blog. Expect regular posts from Nic, Jay and myself with projects we’re working and sharing of our visuals, research and thoughts. Follow us!
Some things I have recently made, done something for and been part of.
I made a two colour riso print for Bolt Editions. It is part of ‘Mastermind’ a curated set of prints on show now in Brixton Village. See the rest of the prints and buy them here
I did a piece of writing called ‘Absolute Fucking Joy’ (you can read an excerpt here) for brand new magazine ‘Cagoule’. I socred the only swear in the whole thing. It is from the amazing people behind Anorak magazine and features some wonderful writing and images. Get it here.
I made a zine ‘Holiday’ as part of a three pack entitled ‘Real Time’, published by Museums Press to coincide with our show of the same name at Good Press, Glasgow, they inform me the re are few left so hurry!
Really stoked to be in the latest edition of The Plant Journal, which really is a beautiful thing. I was asked to do a drawing of a Monstera Deliciosa for their monograph section on the plant. I am amongst Misaki Kawaii and Geoff Mcfetridge and very happy to be there indeed. Learn more (although not that much more) here.
Inside Warmlite, it is so warm, you don’t need to wear your clothes, I can see you from outside, I can see your bottom and your breasts. I’m going to get in too. You have company.
Inside WArmlite it is so warm, and wow it really is so light, I feel comfortable to take off my clothes as well. I feel like I know you so well, and we have a laugh together that this is ok. Us being naked together in here is nice.
Inside WArmlite it is still warm, and still pretty much light but I feel our conversation is wearing a bit thin, we could play sleep. We both get into our sleeping bags and bring the insulated downy filling up to our chins, lie on our backs and close our eyes.
Inside WArmlite the sarcastic serenity doesn’t last long as you complain that you are actually not as warm as flacid nipples suggest, to prove your point you press you knuckles onto the top of my arm. It feels like a row of cold beach pebbles. I agree that you are not lying and despite being a little nervous accept to zip our sleeping bags together, one large skin, to fit us both in.