December 2nd
I spent Friday working closely with John. He has guided me through the various steps of creating the large scale bullets and we seemed to make some real progress due to the lack of other students bothering him for loans and such. Most students must have been hung-over from the show which opened the night before in the dark arches.



I finished the blade, built a frame and attached it with the turntable to a wall in the casting room. I rapped the polystyrene in a blue cloth to enable the plaster to stick to the surface. I also built a tray to go underneath so as to catch as much of the falling plaster as possible.

At 2.30 I did a shop ready for Jamie’s birthday weekend and then met a couple of the girls from my year at the old Odeon in the Merion centre.

Its funny but my ideas have been reignited by this space and I have now Formed a strong inclination toward the projection room at the back of the auditorium.


After work I sat and watched the power of Art. This week was Simon Schammas telling of Guernica. Fantastic I thought, I never had much time for Picasso's preening. OK I enjoyed his Cock sculptures at the Mait foundation in the south of France a few years ago but was never really a fan of his paintings, except for Guernica. All pretensions left behind, a modernist work of art history painting that captured the terrible nature of mankind.(so said Schama)

Over the weekend and after James birthday visit on Saturday I would mull over Guernica and delve back into my love of war artists such as Nash, much to my satisfaction.