A new portrait series. Sayin' it in black, white and red...
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Monday, 14 May 2012
Connect Project, 5 new oil paintings: 'Talking with myself'.
Blossoming Mechanisms
Stoking the Fires
No More
My Monsters
The Forest at Night
These five oil paintings are the result of an investigation into my own primitive states of mind and difficult early childhood emotions for the connect project. The inspiration for this project came from a piece of work I was doing with a psychoanalyst in order to better understand, cope and deal with some reoccurring psychological difficulties I have experienced in my life. After being described by the therapist as suffering from a crisis of self-harm, and as a result of conversations with that therapist about my ability to connect with the difficult emotional states that were pre-empting and surrounding such crises, I decided to make my own journey of discovery and reconnection with those places in my mind that have caused me so much trouble using my art practice. The therapeutic process revealed the struggle I was having in actually connecting with the emotions surrounding my difficulties. I wasn’t allowing myself to really feel those spaces out, often intellectualising the material instead. In the end, this over intellectualising of something as primitive as a memory of early emotion wasn’t proving to be the most helpful method, I needed to bring the raw material to the table in a state of undress instead. That is exactly what I have strived to do with these paintings. The resulting work reveals states and processes including fear and perceived cruelty surrounding the violence of silence, tense environments, personal damage and self destruction, overwhelming forces of emotion and colourful coping mechanisms. The paintings are primitive and gestural in their application of paint, reminiscent of early childhood drawings. The subject of each painting is a mental image and the journey I have taken in attempting to depict these images visually expresses the vague uncertainty and lack of definition experienced in recalling such early emotional memories. It is as if the paintings speak out of a void, exist within a vacuum and threaten to consume through the emergence of their details.
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Illustrations from Fragments of a Storm Suspended in Time
Back in 2011 Artist Collective and Independant Publisher Lazy Gramophone asked me to contribute to their TIME project by writing a short story and illustrating it. The resulting book will be published by Lazy later this year and comprises stories from a pick of writers including Sam Rawlings, William Conway, Tom Hirons and myself, spanning in its theme three generations from childhood to adolescence and adulthood to old age. Each story will be illustrated. As I am both a writer and an artist I was asked if I would illustrate my short story Fragments of a Storm Suspended in Time. Here are my finished felt tip illustrations and a preview excerpt from the story which Jotta published earlier this year.
Friday, 17 February 2012
How I Move Through My Days
A sculptural book and installation piece I exhibited at Serpentine Gallery's Centre for Possible Studies back in January as part of Imprint by Fabelist. Check the digital portfolio for close ups of the book and the installation, and below for the blurb!
'Life experiences imprint themselves on me day after day. Living patterns repeat themselves in a perpetual cycle. I collect memories as I go, reflecting on and contributing to these daily, monthly and yearly rhythms. Here, the mundane coalesces with the extraordinary and recollections blur into a dense internal narrative. I leave a foot print behind too, producing and discarding a considerable amount of detritus. Tesco receipts and appointment slips amass in the waste paper basket. Other more significant mementos remind me of difficult junctures and good times. The debris gathers as evidence of my living which I have been stock piling over the years.
For the Imprint project I began re-tracing my steps through unearthed letters, scribbled thoughts, sweet wrappers, to-do lists and medication packets. A picture began to emerge. Both personal and universal, the memorabilia chronicles a journey taken by all. My paper trail spoke to me of events, emotions and challenges which are experienced by most people at some point in their lives. The resulting story is not only autobiographical but societal and human.
I decided to make monuments of these often discarded remnants of daily life, painting a portrait of my life and of life today. A book format allowed for the detritus to be read, retained and reflected upon. Themes such as endurance, emotional upheaval, consumerism, health, romance and rituals like birthdays and personal preening arise. A current runs through the resulting work, a sense of continuity and rhythm. The tides of fortune and misfortune ebb and flow with as much regularity as the more mundane elements of life. The form and illustrations compound my reflections with nature. The sea acts as a metaphor for this life cycle and the circular, oscillating pages when upright take on the shape and glow of a radiant sun, overseeing the annular journey and holding it within the book. These souvenirs, this archive, tells our story.
Accompanying this work is a twenty line story poem, one line for every page of the book. The poem starts at the last significant moment and ends at the beginning again. We keep spinning around and around this story which has no start or finish whilst the poem continuously repeats.'
Story Poem
until, I don’t know what to do with my memories, where to house them, how to see them.
I tunnel, dive, duck and cover, swooping under and leaping over life’s little hurdles.
But life is a large hurdle, in the way of..?
I am journeying, often a lone navigator at the only helm I know, directing, leading the way through.
I will find things and places, destinations long since assigned like death and danger!
There are others on this journey too, sometimes we travel together, sometimes closer
we weave, wander, wallow, stop?
No – do not stop, you can never stop, even if you try, try so very hard…
I speak to myself, here can be lonely, oh so very lonely, wherever it is that I am today.
Sounds like heaven and hell converging, coming from without: bangs, whispers, weeping
and from inside a song, my words strummed to a heartbeat rhythm, my thoughts humming
percussion, street lights, buzz, drum, colour, light, laughter, cries…
Perpetual motion, new stories and renewed challenges
A stormy sea overwhelming and great wisps of hair, thick and untamed, blowing
harmonies, paintings, shadows and revelations, such excitement!
Great bellowing fits of eagerness rising from within: I must, I will, I can, I know..
And what of you, will you join me? Can we climb each other’s sails?
Slide together from above, playing games like love
and fooling about until I fall and you land on top of me
Both of us at once ceasing and finding a new way onward…
(and back to the start)
until, I don’t know what to do with my memories, where to house them, how to see them.
I tunnel, dive, duck and cover, swooping under and leaping over life’s little hurdles…
It was really exciting and satisfying to have an opportunity arise in which I could put to use my collected detritus. I had been collecting this stuff for a while, knowing that I wanted to do something with and not knowing quite what, and now, here it is. Thanks Fabelist!
The artwork is comprised entirely of collected detritus, PVA glue, acrylic paint and words.
Thursday, 23 June 2011
My Latest Book Art, Writing and Illustration Projects
The first book featured is a commission - i was asked to design, make and illustrate a book around a children's story. Words by Sarah Ives Taylor, Book Design and Illustrations by Zoe Catherine Kendall.
The Second book is a hand bound journal which comprises authentic diary entries, diary drawings, notes, poems, photographs, emails and paraphernalia from a really significant and facilitating moment in my life, which i decided to exhibit as part of an art exhibition encouraging it's audience to cross the threshold of public into private realms. Read more about the exhibition here. Slideshow below.
The Second book is a hand bound journal which comprises authentic diary entries, diary drawings, notes, poems, photographs, emails and paraphernalia from a really significant and facilitating moment in my life, which i decided to exhibit as part of an art exhibition encouraging it's audience to cross the threshold of public into private realms. Read more about the exhibition here. Slideshow below.
Portfolios: Illustration, Painting, Playing Cards, T-Shirts and Word Art.
A presentation of core sets of work from 2010 and 2011
Monday, 16 May 2011
Private Spaces at Zoe's Place
We invited you to cross the threshold of public into private realms, in every sense, entering into the esoteric worlds of 7 of London’s top emerging artists.
Each artist was chosen for their uniquely personal take on the theme, with works by Adeline de Monseignat, Waldemar Pranckiewicz, Christian Nyampeta, Nic Shonfield, Gedvile Bunikyte, Suzie Blake and Zoe Catherine Kendall. The show exhibited a spectrum of approaches ranging from photography to video art, painting to momento making and word.
Dazed and Confused gave us a lovely write up. It was a great success. Here are a few photographs..
Friday, 8 April 2011
You are invited to cross the threshold into private realms..
Opens wednesday 13th April at Zoe's Place - a private home turned gallery in London E1 - in association with underbelly london ... check the facebook event for more details.. see you there...
Art Taro Cards
Use these cards to tell a story, make up a meaning or play a game.
All illustrations by Zoe Catherine Kendall
All illustrations by Zoe Catherine Kendall
Sunday, 20 March 2011
I was in a black mood...
This is an experimental body of work still in progress. I am exploring my moods once weekly and have been doing so far the last month, using oil paints, gestural mark making techniques and diary style word pieces.
The work began as a kind of personal therapy. I had received some very scary test results from a routine NHS screening test, this news coupled with a sense of grappling with a particularly unsettling relationship, and all from quite an isolating position - living alone. I became accutely aware of what felt like dark moods developing in my mind, but was equally aware of my ability to perseverve through these as one might perseverve through a difficult meditation session. I was reassured by a feeling that time would persist, i would continue and the moods would change, and that underneath it all there was a kind of peace. I decided to explore these ideas, manipulating the oil paint by pushing it around with movements of the brush, some slow and considered, others manic and energetic. I was directly translating the states in my mind onto clean white canvas rectangles, 4 a week, and revisiting these week after week to see how the moods had changed. Almost 5 weeks in, despite an awareness of potentials stressors, i feel strangely calm.
Red might be painful and angry, blue is touched with sadness, white is clean, bright, neutral.. and black, black stands for that place no man or women is comfortable with. It's been interesting to see how emotions and states of mind shift and progress.
The work began as a kind of personal therapy. I had received some very scary test results from a routine NHS screening test, this news coupled with a sense of grappling with a particularly unsettling relationship, and all from quite an isolating position - living alone. I became accutely aware of what felt like dark moods developing in my mind, but was equally aware of my ability to perseverve through these as one might perseverve through a difficult meditation session. I was reassured by a feeling that time would persist, i would continue and the moods would change, and that underneath it all there was a kind of peace. I decided to explore these ideas, manipulating the oil paint by pushing it around with movements of the brush, some slow and considered, others manic and energetic. I was directly translating the states in my mind onto clean white canvas rectangles, 4 a week, and revisiting these week after week to see how the moods had changed. Almost 5 weeks in, despite an awareness of potentials stressors, i feel strangely calm.
Red might be painful and angry, blue is touched with sadness, white is clean, bright, neutral.. and black, black stands for that place no man or women is comfortable with. It's been interesting to see how emotions and states of mind shift and progress.
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