28/12/2008

Christmas gifts, given































27/12/2008

Back from the dead

So after a silence far too long i'm returning to the art fold and drawing again. Here are two samples of recent exploits....



....and....



To check out the Wolfboy nights in London, click on this link

I'll be adding pictures of the screen printed wolfboy t-shirts and January's poster, the final one soon soon soon.

17/12/2008

cant get through the dressing room door


lunchtime angerishness

14/12/2008

The Era-Two Session...

Last night at our yard... The Brighton Sessions, part one and on... with money from our last VJ set, bought paint, boards and found time amongst the modern wreckage. Really felt something new, the first Brighton mash-up, Love from Era-Two... xx

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and action!!

Setting up at Dot to Dot Festival, Brighton 2008









All this craziness one night in the North Laines... art on walls... where it should be...

13/12/2008

In the midst of it.

13/12/2008 - Directions where do they go?

;D

11/12/2008

article by patti smith. love love love this woman...

AIN'T IT STRANGE
from The New York Times, March 12, 2007

On a cold morning in 1955, walking to Sunday school, I was drawn to the voice of Little Richard wailing "Tutti Frutti" from the interior of a local boy's makeshift clubhouse. So powerful was the connection that I let go of my mother's hand.
Rock 'n' roll. It drew me from my path to a sea of possibilities. It sheltered and shattered me, from the end of childhood through a painful adolescence. I had my first altercation with my father when the Rolling Stones made their debut on "The Ed Sullivan Show." Rock 'n' roll was mine to defend. It strengthened my hand and gave me a sense of tribe as I boarded a bus from South Jersey to freedom in 1967.
Rock 'n' roll, at that time, was a fusion of intimacies. Repression bloomed into rapture like raging weeds shooting through cracks in the cement. Our music provided a sense of communal activism. Our artists provoked our ascension into awareness as we ran amok in a frenzied state of grace.
My late husband, Fred Sonic Smith, then of Detroit's MC5, was a part of the brotherhood instrumental in forging a revolution: seeking to save the world with love and the electric guitar. He created aural autonomy yet did not have the constitution to survive all the complexities of existence.
Before he died, in the winter of 1994, he counseled me to continue working. He believed that one day I would be recognized for my efforts and though I protested, he quietly asked me to accept what was bestowed -- gracefully -- in his name.
Today I will join R.E.M., the Ronettes, Van Halen and Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. On the eve of this event I asked myself many questions. Should an artist working within the revolutionary landscape of rock accept laurels from an institution? Should laurels be offered? Am I a worthy recipient?
I have wrestled with these questions and my conscience leads me back to Fred and those like him -- the maverick souls who may never be afforded such honors. Thus in his name I will accept with gratitude. Fred Sonic Smith was of the people, and I am none but him: one who has loved rock 'n' roll and crawled from the ranks to the stage, to salute history and plant seeds for the erratic magic landscape of the new guard.
Because its members will be the guardians of our cultural voice. The Internet is their CBGB. Their territory is global. They will dictate how they want to create and disseminate their work. They will, in time, make breathless changes in our political process. They have the technology to unite and create a new party, to be vigilant in their choice of candidates, unfettered by corporate pressure. Their potential power to form and reform is unprecedented.
Human history abounds with idealistic movements that rise, then fall in disarray. The children of light. The journey to the East. The summer of love. The season of grunge. But just as we seem to repeat our follies, we also abide.
Rock 'n' roll drew me from my mother's hand and led me to experience. In the end it was my neighbors who put everything in perspective. An approving nod from the old Italian woman who sells me pasta. A high five from the postman. An embrace from the notary and his wife. And a shout from the sanitation man driving down my street: "Hey, Patti, Hall of Fame. One for us."
I just smiled, and I noticed I was proud. One for the neighborhood. My parents. My band. One for Fred. And anybody else who wants to come along.

Toxic Error...

toxic error

Toxic error... splurging paint at Visual Imprints before it collapsed in on itself and imploded into the black void of doom (the gallery I mean)!

08/12/2008

Bruce Bickford



Bruce Bickford Interview
clay animation clip
line animation clip
another line animation clip
Amazing surreal stop-motion artist Bruce Bickford's animations are making my brain go
'squattilypeeeeeep"
^^^observeness!! ^^^^

28/11/2008

Simplify>>>>


A lick of paint...

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*Chrx just read Tom's latest Chaos and feels like he must reclaim the dollar sign!*
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I also have exclusive rights on the pound sign. £££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££

27/11/2008

Onwards..... Studio snapz




this is a time to work(!)... [&maybe u shud quit your job?].. the blue one on the bottom left is a new collaboration the other two be mine (all unfinished/barely started/)... xx

25/11/2008

hey cool thing





so around nov 07 i had to prepare stuff for dufus coming to oxford gig. i fretted a little and ended up taking these people on a walk for some inspiration. it resulted in a small animation and a discovery of the inside of a lovely graffit'd squat at the end of my street. it got closed down a few days later.

23/11/2008

P.S.

You can find personal blogs for CE creatures here:
Layla and Thomas

Noiz

~WARNING: YOUR FACE MAY DO THIS!~


Uploaded a newish tune onto the eternal etherweb.

Clicky hither!!


21/11/2008

The Thomas Archives #1

I've got shedloads of visual malarky degrading all over the place, hiding in various books, boxes and dark musty corners of the infinity. I'm taking this oppurtunity to free it all from its physical format before it's too late - here's the first bit:

Somewhere East of Bradford>>>>>




20/11/2008

This is the BrainFeed!

This is the first post in this new blog for Collective-Era. A UK based art collective you may not have heard of. The blog is intended as an addition to our main website (www.collective-era.com), as a looser framework for posting new art, sketches, works in progress, writing and links to thing which are inspiring us... Hope you'll check back to it now and then...

To start here are two videos of shows we have had in the past.