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PICK ME UP is open!





We're running a project called 'Fresh Ones' - creating one-off, hand-crafted objects for everyday living. There will be a limited range of blank objects, such as pots, book-ends, dolls, paper-weights, tote bags & t-shirts, which we will be hand embellishing in our shaker style workshop. We also have a set of special items; Pumps, Throw, Cap, Ukelele & Vase that we have got some friends to make for us. Participants include; Espen Friberg & Jessica Williams, Qubik & Workshop, Nathaniel Russell &, Tom Hudson. Matt Hodson will also be joining us Sat 19th painting a lovely vase.

Come Say hello!

We'll be documenting all our activity regularly over the week here.

Pick Me Up Website



Kibbo Kift is soon!


























This will be the first show of my new band, alongside Nicolas of Nous Vous and Glaciers and Laurence of Yayyei and The BRoken Chairs.

It will be a revelry of music, poetry & art
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Performing: Glow-Wing, Nick White & Andrew Rae, Yule Bringer and Supermundane + Kibbo Kift Chorus

Djing: Marcus Oakley, Nervous Stephen, Dudley Smarts + Kibbo Kifters
+ Zineswap stall
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£5 (in advance) £6 on the door
Saturday April 9th 2011 5pm - 2am
The Victoria, 451 Queenbridge Road, Dalston E8 3AS


Doors are at 5pm with the first act on at 6pm. Djing from 10:30pm - 2am

More info here


The Joy of Living!



















We got asked to be a part of this show,for which I completed a piece. We went to the opening and it was a lovely affair, it felt great to be a part of the project and our piece sold. Lovely! Thanks to whoever bought it!

I will reveal my piece after the show finishes as all designs are remaining anonymous at present.


Joy of Living is a charity project that unites over 100 leading lights in the design community to galvanise support for Maggie’s Cancer Caring Centres. Design author Max Fraser has set the challenge to a cross-section of new and established UK designers to create a desirable artwork that expresses the Joy of Living – all starting from a simple sheet of A4 graph paper. The signed works will be exhibited and on sale in London’s inspiring space for art, culture and creative exchange, Somerset House, from 15 – 21 March.



Tic Toc Pop Up Shop

























Efdeay Collective have popped up a pop up shop by St Pancras station in London. They asked me, alongside a whole host of illustrators to contribute so you can buy the print below as an A3 riso. Get down there.


More info here

I had a cold

Now I'm back in my window in the sun, discovering things that disprove assumptions. good day.x

Lilys in the sun

It's been a while since I actually posted up any things I've been doing so thought I'd give the potentially interested few a glimpse into my poo. I've been painting, making things out of felt and clay and wood. Thanks. Have a lovely weekend and if you can sit in a window in the sun and listen to 'Scott Free' by the Lilys, or anything by Galaxie 500. x

I dreamt we were in a wood and it was bright and the sunlight navigated through the trees and our feet rested in the water and the sun lay on our knees and it was warm for the first time in the year and it gave life to our limbs and we knew spring was nearly here

Backed up for some time

Found this gem at the Anthropology library today

























Hope to post some things I've actually made soon...

Holiday

I found this at my pottery class last night. I think it was from one of the children's pottery classes. It is beautiful. It is splattered with clay.

Mountain of Big Fire

A song I wrote in Italy last year and recorded in Stourbridge and my house this year. It's about Vesuvius.

Vesuvius by Now-Owl

Yesterday

Yesterday, which is now the day before, a French girl called me from Germany but I said I was having my photo taken and couldn't help her. I half climbed a set of aluminium step ladders and pretended to read a volume of Moomin cartoons. I thought of skidding on my knees along he dusty wooden floor but instead slowly threw two cardboard boxes printed with my initials into the air. Time moved quickly but contained the correct number of minutes and hours and after a familiar supper we blew on whistles and pulled words out of a wooden bowl that made pictures in our heads and joy in our breaths. Relaxed, we read as the windows sung a wheezing drone till we climbed the stairs to the attic where we slept well until the morning, dreaming of islands forgotten by boats but never by the waves which lap them.