I am, I suppose, a country bumpkin. When at home in Devon I'm one of the city kids (due to the fact my family moved from Birmingham) but here in Bournemouth, I'm a farmer. I can't win. I've only ever been to London three times in my 19 years- once for a GCSE Art trip, then another to Heathrow airport for the sci-fi convention in October and then again yesterday. Unable to believe this, Rachel decided to take me to Camden as part of our Londony arty goodness. I bought Dr Martens and officially fell in love with our capital. Or, parts of it anyway. Why are the buildings so big? Does there need to be that many people? Why is the policeman chasing that guy? You see my point.
Above: Paula Scher Talk
Below: Camden Market
A magical day. We also went to Whitechapel to see Sophie Calle's exhibition 'Talking to Strangers' and her use of type really inspired me- the way she presented it. I particularly liked one piece where someone had highlighted the text (an email an ex lover sent her which became the centrepiece of the exhibition) and drawn over it but the text itself was missing, leaving only the notes.
We were also there to attend Paula Scher's talk about her work- from the beginning to present day which also really inspired me. There were some things she said such as 'Make it bigger' and 'Things have their own rhythm' which stuck with me and her view on pigeon-holing designers and fine artists so they couldn't merge made me realise that it didn't matter so much that I'm not really sure what job I want to do. I don't have a dream job because there's just so much I want to do!!
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