In My Mind. Flocking. I really love Margaret Atwood.

I’ve done a few drawings inspired by Amanda Palmer’s “In My Mind

In my mind
In a future five years from now
I’m a hundred and twenty pounds
And I never get hungover
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I’m in
And I will be someone I admire
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how
To see that I’m not exactly the person that I thought I’d be.
And in my mind
In the far-away here-and-now
I’ve become in-control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never fucking-up anything
And I’ll be a good defensive driver
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how
To see that I’ll never be the person that I thought I’d be.
And in my mind
When I’m old I am beautiful,
Planting tulips and vegetables
Which I will mindfully watch over
Not like me now
I’m so busy with everything
That I don’t look at anything
But I’m sure I’ll look when I am older
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could be that person now
That that’s not what I want
But that’s what I wanted
That I’d be giving up somehow
How strange to see
That I don’t want to be the person that I want to be.
And in my mind
I imagine so many things
Things that aren’t really happening
And when they put me in the ground
I’ll start pounding the lid,
Saying, “I haven’t finished yet,
I still have a tattoo to get,
It says, ‘I’m living in the moment'”.
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could win this win-less fight
Maybe it isn’t all that funny
That I’ve been fighting all my life
But maybe I have to think it’s funny
If I want to live before I die and maybe it’s funniest of all
To think I’ll die before I actually see that I am exactly the person that I want to be.
Fuck yes.
I am exactly the person that I want to be.
It is about self-identity. About being unsure of your self-identity. About not knowing if you are you or what you is. I listen to it when I am confused or frustrated. A reminder that we don’t have to know what we are.
This first one is just an initial sketch. I still need to colour and prettify it.
Wanna flock with me?
Our soft materials workshop was all about flocking. For those of you, like me, who have no idea what flocking is; it is like that velvety stuff you run your fingers over on wallpaper or giftbags and things like that.
Here are some images of my samples:
The process of flocking is pretty simple. You apply acrylic glue to a surface (any surface. the beauty of flocking is that you can flock anything. i wanted to flock my hair but we had an unfortunate accident with the flocking machine before I could), making sure your design is thickly coated – thin bits of glue wont attract the material. Set up the flocking machine, by pouring the colour and thickness of fibres you want into the plastic dish, add the mesh, clip the crocodile clips onto the sheet, turn that baby on making sure not to electrocute yourself by only touching the silver handle, shake the material out whilst pressing the on button and you will see the wee fibres stand up and attract to the glued surface (I don’t know how it works! something to do with electricity). Wait about an hour for glue to dry and then brush off excess fibres. Your flocked piece is awesomely finished!
I fucking love Margaret Atwood.
My book art (apologies for the bad photo quality)

Jewellers using text in their work.

I was wanting to look for jewellers who use text their work because that is what I am focusing on for my Border Crossings uni project, but I couldn’t seem to find many, well, many that I was truly inspired by. Is that because there aren’t any or am I just looking in the wrong places (or was it just because I was sleepy when I was trying to search)? If you know of any jewellers (or artists for that matter) who use text in their work or jewellers (artists) who use wordy things (stories, poetry, lyrics, etc.) as inspiration or jewellers who are using illustration in their work please drop me a comment (even it if just one piece), I would really appreciate you’re help :)

Anyhoo, here are a few that I found:


Kevin Coates

His actual pieces don’t have text on them, but I really liked this way of displaying the brooches. It has the illustrative qualities that I’m drawn too; little rough sketches combined with beautiful drawings and lots of words.


Iona McCuiag

The text in these works is quite minimal, it’s the story-telling that appeals to me in these works and the simplicity (and the cupcake of course!).


Ingeborg Vandamme

This work looks at capturing pieces of text like love letters in a wearable item. I love the idea of using a letter or a piece of text that is a personal to somebody and capturing, either the original piece or a representation of those valued words into jewellery that can be carried around, and kept close to the heart. Everybody has letters or words that matter a lot to them and it would be nice to keep them as something more permanent, as a little reminder around your neck.


Gwen Hosker

I like the transparency in these pieces. The clear wiry lettering is really beautiful, it looks twirly and scratchy like my own writing.


Becky Crow

Although this work doesn’t contain physical text it has a beautiful illustrative quality, I feel like I know the story she is weaving just looking at these simple little beauties. I think I’m going to combine and illustrative element like this with they physical text I have come to love.


Zoe Duthrie

I love how this work seems to really capture memories, especially with the traditional and contemporary mix of materials.


Bionic Dingo “Natural Histories

I like how the shape of the animal is broken up by the text, also a successful way of adding text into a jewellery piece.


Nicola Jacquard “Letters and Notes

These little boxes contain folded up letters. As a way of containing words that are meaningful to the wearer I think these are beautifully simple. Something like this would be easy to accomplish and there could be so many variations, although I really like these paper boxes I can also something in metal (something more durable and permanent).


Solveiga & Alfredas Kriviciai

There is just something about this piece that I really really like. It’s so passive aggressive. I love it. I want one.


Check out my “Text in Art” pinterest board for all the images I have collected for this project.

Chloe out.

“Art shouldn’t have to change to accommodate ignorance” Thank you intelligent people of the internet for restoring some of my faith in our mindless humanity. There was a stupid about of hate generated from these images, it’s great to see someone being positive and supportive in Amanda’s amazing art.

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I stumbled across these images of Amanda Palmer, as one tends to when typing “Amanda Palmer naked” into Google. In the current media state, it seems like a lot of photographs of naked celebrities are appearing online, but every case I’ve read of so far cites that the photos were leaked by someone who managed to hack the celebrity’s phone – I like that Amanda says nothing of the sort, never trying to excuse it. In fact, she posted the images herself on her Twitter account.

I’ve found the reaction to them very interesting, and something that has really influenced my line of thinking at the moment. It seems that peoples’ only comments on them are that she was wrong to post them because ‘she has hairy armpits’ or ‘she looks like a man’ – one post goes as far as to say “I have no idea why she  has…

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The beginning of the Identity project.

The first project in this terms work is self identity. We are to collect together images and produce a series of drawings on a part of our identity, on something that gets us excited!

I’m working on words. How we express ourselves through words. The origins and meanings of words. The shapes and patterns of words. And most importantly, how I can interpret words (either singles words or poems, songs, stories, etc.) into visual images.

I’m having so much fun!

Check out my Pinterest Text Board for more images of my contextual text content! Here are a few of my favorite images to get you started:

Here are the first few images of my sketchbook (I will update with the rest later when I can find my camera!):

Chloe Henderson (Little pink ballet dancer)

Chloe Henderson (Big purple faery)

I’m really getting into this work. I love writing, I love reading, I love words, and I love expressing myself with the written word. Maybe that all comes from my inability to from coherent verbal sentences….

First life drawing session of this term didn’t go too badly! I liked some of my drawings, others a little meh…. What do you think of them?

Our first workshop of the term was all about felting. I’ve never felted before. It was a little childish but very soothing and quite fun.

Felting is a really easy technique to learn.

1. Collect your materials: various colours of merino tops, assorted wools, other fabric inclusions, polypropylene sheet or an old pillowcase, needle and thread, cotton string, cling film, moulds and a washing machine.

2. Layer various colours of merino tops either in a flat pattern, surrounding a ball, etc. or scrunched up into clingfilm or a plastic bag. For flat pieces, lay flat onto the polypropylene sheet or an old pillowcase until you are happy with the pattern and thickness (bearing in mind that in shrinks when washed) and sew up the material with cotton thread ensuring it is as tight as possible. For balls and other shapes, wrap in clingfilm or plastic as tight as possible with cotton string and poke holes in the plastic to allow water in.

3. Wash your felts. Normal 40degree cycle for flat pieces with standard washing powder and boil wash the 3D pieces.

4. Take out machine. Take out of coating. Leave to dry. Create whatever you want with you pieces (felt is a surprisingly strong material).

Here are my first time felting samples:

Will update with more of my identity later, for now check out my Pinterest Identity board.

Chloe out.

VOTE FOR ME!!! Secret 7″ Vinyl Competition: Friday I’m In Love – The Cure

I’ve designed a sleeve for a vinyl edition of The Cure’s “Friday I’m In Love” in aid of the Teenage Cancer Trust.

The competition asked us to design a 7″ vinyl sleeve to interpret the song. The winners (to see how to help me out, see below) will be displayed alongside 700 unique vinyl sleeves displayed in Idea Generation Gallery in London in the week leading up to Record Store Day 2012. On that day, each of the vinyls at the gallery will be available to purchase with all of the profits going to Teenage Cancer Trust.

“I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…

I don’t care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday – heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday – watch the walls instead
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…

Dressed up to the eyes
It’s a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a sheik
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It’s Friday, I’m in love

I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love”

Here is my thought process that lead me to my final vinyl design:

I designed one cover that I thought I was happy with but when I put it all together I knew it wasn’t quite what I wanted:

this was the drawing ^ and this the final design:

It wasn’t quite what I wanted so I went back to “the drawing board” and came up with this:

Original drawing ^

Play around edit 1 ^

Final design ^

YOU can make sure that this design becomes one of the designs to be printed into a real piece of vinyl art! And I will love you forever and ever and ever and ever if you do and will send you virtual hugs everyday! Also, if you have twitter and Facebook you can vote twice, once through twitter and once through Facebook, so if you can please please please vote twice!!!!

Please go and VOTE FOR ME!!! Pretty please with a cherry on top :P

Thank you :)

Chloe out.

What does my room say about me?

For our Change by Design Christmas homework we have been asked to photograph our bedrooms (uncleaned, with no tidying up beforehand, basically just as they are when we are living in them, so for me: an organized mess) so that, when we get back we can assess each other’s images and figure out what our rooms say about our personalities and what we are as humans. I’m excited to get back and find out what my room does say about me. I find it fascinating that you can tell so much about a person from their living space.

So, what does my room say about me?

No, really, let me know. Drop me a comment and let me know what you think of me from my room (say anything. I wont be offended. Just be truthful my luvvers):

I love my room. It is the best place in the world. My true home. The only place I feel safe. The most comfortable place in the world. I miss it when I’m not there. It has all my things in it. It is a perfect space. With a beautiful view. And it is mine. It is me.

Well I hoped you liked my room and are suitably jealous of it’s awesomeness!!! Please lemme know what you think my rooms says about me!

Please and thank you very much :D

Chloe out.

Coram Boy

The awesome Bristol folk I was staying with over New Year awesomely invited me along to the feertre to see Coram Boy, a Bristol Old Vic production performed in the Colston hall. And it was beautiful (well as beautiful as a story about dead babies can be).

At the end of the show every single member of the audience, myself included, sniffled and wiped tears away from their wide eyes and one girl next to me was applauding so hard her ring flew straight off her finger! We were lucky enough to have a seat just a few rows from the front of the stage so we could really see the faces of the cast and it was lovely to see how their faces lit up with pure euphoria, it was lovely to see just how much they had put into their performance.

This drama was re-written by director, Tom Morris, to better connect with the Bristol audience and it’s harrowing association with the slave-trade (or in this case human trafficking).

Coram Boy is a thrilling and an intensely emotional tale of dead babies and teenage pregnancy, human trafficking, family, love and the exceptional power of music. We are led through two entirely different worlds; the world of Otis and Meshak and the house of the Ashbrooks.

Otis pretends to be a Coram man, who takes babies from women in return for some money and takes them to the Coram Hospital where they are cared for and given a future the mother could not provide, but Otis pockets the cash and kills the children; forcing his son Meshak to bury the tiny bodies. Meshak (played beautifully by Fionn Gill) is in a state of mental frailty and while his father is driven by lust and greed, he is driven by visions of angels (who we discover are images of his dead mother). Although Meshak has a role in the death of these small innocent lives the audience never sees him as one of the bad guys, because he only does the bad things in order to please his father but when his father is put to death and Meshak rescues one special child we truly get to see his golden heart shine.

Alexander Ashbrook has been allowed to study music until his voice breaks. Within the church walls Alexander, the audience sees the true passion and talent Alexander has for music and we see that it is his whole being but when he returns home for a holiday his father has other ideas for his future. In some highly emotional scenes it is clear that Alexander will not be able to practice music with approval from his father, which he battles against until one fateful night where he makes love to Melissa, a girl he at first spurned away but slowly, through music, fell in love with her, and runs away from home. Unbeknownst to him that night he had conceived a son.

It is just after this point that the two stories connect. Melissa turns to Mrs.Lynch (caretaker of the Ashbrook household and partner of Otis Gardiner) who gives her secret to Otis. The baby is born, Melissa’s mother tells her that the baby is dead, which would be true if it were not for Meshak who saves the child and runs away from his father. Meshak sees Melissa as an angel and therefore the child is an “angel child” and must be protected. This time Meshak really does take the child to the Coram Hospital and through fate the child, Aaron, ends up back at the Ashbrooks home to perform music. In the last few scenes the truth is brought out into the open and it is a “and now they lived happily ever after” moment.

Apart from the magnificent acting, from all parts, that I cannot fault what stood out for me was the simplistic but effective use of space and props as well as the outstanding music.

The smaller (but no less important), changeable, members of the cast transformed themselves into whispering trees, neighing horses, guests at a dance, crying mothers, the ocean and a plethora of other pieces of set. I thought something like that would have looked a little daft but it worked so well. The most memorable scene for me was one where a few casts members waved a clear sheet of plastic/organza material over Meshak as he was saving his “angel child” and Toby from the waves. It was amazing how one sheet of plastic blown about by the cast was enough to convince me that Meshak was swimming. And using the cast to change the scenes (taking away tables, etc.) by having them dance or move in certain ways to change the furniture, instead of having them run off and on, was a great way to build from the previous scenes and lay ground for the following acts.

The music was close your eyes, look heavenwards and weep beautiful. I don’t think I can describe it better than that. Here is a wee advert for the production, that gives you a little taste of the music, but is nothing compared to the power of having a whole cast of extremely talented singers throw their whole hearts into their voices.


Coram Boy was beautiful. It was faultless. It was grim but enchanting and I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a night in Bristol (apart from dressing up in drag and getting pissed).

Shortly after seeing the play I read The Guardian article about children playing children in this production, which was written by the original author of the book Coram Boy, Jamila Gavin. She discusses different ways child roles have been played, ie. by children, by adults, by puppets! and so on. And goes onto say that she was nervous about seeing real children play the roles of children in this play and that she would have thought she’d “prefer skilled professional adults playing the parts.” but was “won over” and I can see why. You could easily forgot that the children were just child actors/actresses and totally immerse yourself in the drama. They were flawless. They managed to be not only innocent but truly engaging in all emotions and the audience believed every word, every act. When then first group of children appeared on the stage, I thought to myself “Oh no! This is going to be like wincing your way through a school nativity or something equally painful.” but I was very pleasantly wrong and I can not praise these talented young stars enough.