A little virtual tour of the online exhibition THIS IS NOT A SHOW, showcasing the work of over 50 working class artists and creatives from the Working Class Creatives Database at Pineapple Black Arts, with a brief look at my work included in the show. ‘𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱.’ With workingclasscreativesdatabase.co.uk/ ⚡️launched on pineappleblack.co.uk/index.php/pbvarts/⚡️
�The Working Class Creatives Database is a platform highlighting the work of people who are working class, giving a supporting structure to people that are involved in the arts.
�As of 2020, only 16% of the workforce in creative industries identify as being from working-class backgrounds. By creating a platform for working-class creatives this begins to readdress these issues within the sector through creating a voice for those that are otherwise outsiders.
Special thanks to @pineappleblackarts for giving us a virtual space and @highbrowart for the poster design.
This first group ended up being just the two of us, but I am hopeful that we will attract more members of the group as time goes on, and I am excited to see what happens and what we can learn from each other!
I presented a sketchbook for a project I am working on called “Brown Bread Tastes Like Punishment” at the monthly Working Class Creatives Database online Zoom crit, and below is the feedback and the references I was given by other members of the WCCD on the call.
“Like the text and drawings- text is very punchy”
Could I use the designs elsewhere- i.e. prints or zines?
Drawings capture a moment and record a memory- Ross said that the drawings triggers his own memories of his mum doing all kinds of diets, so viewers might have their own memories brought up when viewing the work, bringing their own things to it
drawings might be good with textures- paper mache, or ceramics like I showed on the Zoom call
try lots of things- film/prints/zines/sculptures/animation
catharsis through the physical act of making, versus the act of showing the work to others and opening yourself up to the feedback/criticism of others
REFERENCES TO CHECK OUT:
Victoria Sin- drag artist, Glitch Feminism
“Virus” by Linda Stupart, gender, body, fatness
Some really helpful feedback that definitely made me feel more confident about this project as a whole- I entered the crit feeling like I didn’t have much to show and was unsure where to go with the project and ended up leaving it feeling much more confident in the ideas behind it, and possible avenues to take with it.
I made this series of postcards over the first lockdown using a mixture of illustration, hand writing and collage and have finally gotten round to scanning and cleaning them up on Photoshop to upload here and to my Instagram. These collages were made fairly quickly; acting as a way to get my worries, fears, and frustrations about lockdown and other things happening politically during this period of time out of my system and down on paper. I initially planned to send them to friends and family in the post, but ended up keeping them all. I find collage a useful way to make sense of my thoughts through found media (usually newspapers) and by limiting myself with the size of the postcard it enabled each one to represent a specific thought I had at the time.
in order, the collages above are titled: 1. “EVICTION IS JUST A PAYDAY AWAY” 2. “PANIC BUY TO STAVE OFF THE EXISTENTIAL DREAD” 3. “DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD” 4. “I’M FILLED WITH DREAD AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING A HOUSEWIFE” 5. “Quarantine 2020” 6. “GRABBING LIKE AN OCTOPUS” 7. “MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS” 8. ” TIME TO STRIKE, NO END IN SIGHT”
The collages above are titled: 1. ” BLOOD ON BORIS’ HANDS” 2. “JUSTICE FOR BELLY” 3. “WE WILL SURVIVE”
The images above are from the one day beginners Paper Printing workshop that I ran at 3rd Rail Print Space this weekend. This wasn’t the first time I have tutored a workshop, but it was the first time since before Lockdown, so I was a little nervous at first. We ended up having a slight hiccup where a few of the screens were exposed with the designs the wrong way round, but we managed to sort it out and get everyone finished on time with their limited edition of 10 prints, and we got good reviews! I am very pleased that I managed to handle the problem so well and it has made me feel a bit more confident in myself.
I made these monoprints back at the beginning of lockdown, to open up a discussion about the side effects of antidepressant medications, based on my own personal experiences with Fluoxetine, Citalopram, and Venlafaxine. I finally got round to scanning them and doing minor Photoshop edits (a little bit of resizing).
These are not all the possible side effects of these medications and aren’t necessarily the worst, but they are some of the ones that I have struggled with the most- and some of which I didn’t actually realise were side effects of my medication until I did further research. I would potentially like to expand this into a zine for people who are considering antidepressants- often medication is forced onto patients instead of therapy or delving into the reasons why people are feeling the way they are, and in a short 10-20 minute doctors appointment we are assessed (sometimes wrongly) as having depression and are given a prescription with very little explanation as to why they are being prescribed and the affects they can have on your body and mind. I personally have found medication helpful, but I think people need to know the full facts before deciding whether or not to take something. I am also considering redoing the monoprints over the top of the paper inserts that come with the medication detailing the side effects as a development, as I see these very much as a starting point.
I finally dug up the file for the BPD Zine I made last year and saved it as a digital version. If you have recently been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) also known as Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder (EUPD), know someone who has been, or would just like to learn more about the disorder please feel free to read and share this with anyone else who might need it. Bear in mind that no one’s experiences with BPD will be identical and this is based on my own personal experiences.
This weekend I assisted with a one day beginners t-shirt printing workshop at 3rd Rail Print Space! We started off in the morning by running through the plan for the day, then encouraging everyone to either draw their design, or give us their digital design to edit on Photoshop before we printed it onto film for them. This was our first post-lockdown workshop so of course we had a few changes to make the the way we usually run the workshops- everyone needed to wear a mask at all times, we encouraged students to bring their own cups for hot drinks, and we offered gloves and hand sanitiser as well as adding extra cleaning into the day. We showed the students how to clean a screen ready for coating, and then we demonstrated how to coat a screen- usually we would then have each student coat their own screen, but to minimise the risks we had all the screens ready coated (apart from the demo screen we used). We then got everyone to bring in their artwork either on film or trace and lead them through the process of exposing artwork onto the screens and washing the emulsion off. Once the screens were in the dryer we then moved onto choosing and mixing colours, before breaking for lunch.
After lunch we took everyone through taping up their screens and setting up for the actual printing on the carousel, getting students to pair up to help each other print. Everyone left with their limited edition of 5 screen-printed t-shirts and were very happy!
Screenshots of a piece of writing I originally posted to my Instagram, about being perceived as a fat woman after an incident that happened during lockdown.
” Car Window (or Being Perceived as a Fat Woman) You lean out of the car window and jeer at me You say your mate wants my number I hear you all laugh As your car pulls away This is the reality of being percieved As a fat woman. It started just like that Back in school A popular boy runs up to me And says “My mate thinks you’re well fit” I see your group burst into laughter I spit and curse at you Before I hide in the toilet and cry. It’s almost Valentines Day And you, a popular boy, overhear me Telling a friend I had never received a Valentines card You come in on the 14th Hand me a card and bar of chocolate The card has a monkey in drag on the front It says “Happy Valentines Gorgeous” I laugh it off, like I’m in on the joke And eat the chocolate alone in my room in the dark that night. I have “boyfriends” in school One of them is fat like me But is still ashamed to be seen with me One of them dates every less desirable girl in school To hide the fact that he’s gay. Dating whilst fat is a minefield On dating apps I loudly declare my fatness Lest I be accused of lying, Called a catfish Men send me messages that say things like “You’re not fat, you’re beautiful” As if the two are mutually exclusive Or they say something sexual, no small talk needed. I wonder If their friends know they like fat women? With every boyfriend I’ve ever had I wonder Do they only like me because I’m fat, a fetish? Or do they like me in spite of my fat, is it something they put up with? For a long time I couldn’t let my partners see me naked I would keep my baggy tshirts on during sex Or cover myself in lacy lingerie Terrified that if they saw my stomach, Saw how fat I really was, That they would leave me Disgusted. It always felt like men saw me as fuckable, Or not fuckable. To be put into either category feels uncomfortable. Realising that I am not, in fact, a woman Realising that I am attracted to women Has been liberating Suddenly I don’t hate being naked (at least not all the time) Suddenly I am able to fulfil my own sexual desires and needs Without shame But that all crumbles away, when a man leans out of a car window Jeering at me, a fat woman, out on the street. I am back where I started. Uncomfortable, lost, my confidence evaporated Being seen as a fat woman, and nothing else. “
I envision this as becoming a spoken word piece at some point in the future, as I feel it would work well in that context- I get very emotional reading it out and that could work in favour of this writing.