
Monday, 9 August 2010
Visit from Gorezone Magazine

Evening Telegraph 'Bug Jam'


On Wednesday, July 28th 2010, I had an article published on an event that I covered, a VW event at Santa Pod Raceway called Bug Jam.
I questioned the editor as to what I could do to get a larger space within his newspaper. My article went in as a 'fill' therefore my name was not put alongside my writing, the only time that the author's name is written is when a byline is given for a lead article. To be put in as a lead article i would have needed to interview audience members and organisers and included quotations from these people within my article.
I recieved a huge amount of praise from the newspapers editor saying 'you should take heart in the fact that we dedicated a downpage article to this, it isn't that many non-staff writers who would be given that space'. I have made some valuable contacts and it has encouraged me to keep percevering to get a bigger space in that newspaper and different magazines and newspapers in the future.
Monday, 2 August 2010
Mocking Mona.


Above: Banksy Left: Self-Portrait by Salvador Dali
I wrote an article about how the most famous painting of all time 'The Mona Lisa' has been altered by modern art.
ART is considered archaic. ART is no longer the influence of culture. ART is not technology. If Leonardo Da Vinci was asked his views on ‘The Mona Lisa’ would he say it was a religious statement against the Catholic Church or would he laugh at our pretentious views on art and say it was a painting of a pretty girl?
THE MUSÉE DU LOUVRE in Paris guards possibly the most famous painting in the history of art, Leonardo Da Vinci’s The Mona Lisa. Each day thousands of enthusiastic tourists flock to Paris and tick off what they will later boast to have:
Visited the Eiffel Tower
Eaten Snails
And stopped off at the crowded tourist attraction of the world, Mona Lisa. The Mona Lisa is to Paris what Big Ben is to London. It’s iconic and everyone knows her.
But what makes her so famous and heavily criticised? And why is she now the ridicule of so many 21st century artists?
Over the last few centuries The Mona Lisa has been subject to many controversial changes. The avant-garde art world is routinely modifying and caricaturing her. She is mocked by some of the most celebrated artists such as Marcel Duchamp and Salvador Dali, as well as being utilised as a political argument by graffiti artists as renowned as Banksy. In 1919, Marcel Duchamp, a notable Dadaist painter, bought a cheap imitation of the famous painting and produced a readymade piece of art by adorning it with a moustache. He named this piece, L.H.O.O.O, which, pronounced in French, forms ‘Elle a chaud au cul’, directly translating as ‘she is hot in the ass’. Leaving The Mona Lisa’s gender as androgynous, Duchamp could be relating his work to the sexuality of Leonardo Da Vinci or he could be relating it to the idea that The Mona Lisa is in fact a representation of Da Vinci as a woman, with similar characteristics to the artist’s own facial structure. Similarly to Duchamp, in 1954, Salvador Dali produced his own version, ‘Self Portrait as Mona Lisa’. Dali’s piece played with the pretentious views of The Mona Lisa to create a comical, and not so heavily publicised, version of her. He fashioned his own facial features upon Da Vinci’s masterpiece creating an iconoclastic piece of art maintaining the quintessential components of The Mona Lisa.
Many influential artists have replicated The Mona Lisa and, more recently, in 1963, the work of Andy Warhol, ‘thirty are better than one’ illustrated the vast importance and popularity of the painting. The main aim of his silk screened repetition was to re-iterate the painting’s importance by numerously repeating the image.
Possibly one of the most controversial of all of The Mona Lisa reproductions is the political graffiti representations produced by the contentious unidentified artist Banksy. Banksy is recognisable for lighting the flame of the graffiti street art movement yet ironically nobody knows his face. More recently he has been imitating his own versions of The Mona Lisa in context to more political and topical modern day themes and issues. In 2001, Banksy spray painted his version of The Mona Lisa holding a rocket launcher on a wall in Soho. After only 15 minutes of being masterly painted onto a wall it had been converted into a picture of Osama Bin Laden and two days later had been entirely removed this linked very closely with the new idea of associating the cultural backdrop of The Mona Lisa with an anti-war and pacifism message. More recently, Banksy has been producing a similar image of The Mona Lisa and it has been circumnavigating the world. The iconic image of a prestigious piece of art ‘mooning’ the public is an image that The Mona Lisa herself would smirk at. Banksy himself has also had his own version of Da Vinci’s greatest creation hung in the Louvre. In 2004, Banksy walked into the gallery disguised and hung up a piece of work resembling The Mona Lisa but with a bright yellow smiley face. This work was left hanging for in such a prestigious gallery for an unknown duration. His artwork is often satirical and his use of The Mona Lisa, as a main topic of interest, links to the idea of street art vs. high culture and the idea that Da Vinci’s art work has been given a modern day revamp. Although the original The Mona Lisa is said to be priceless, Banksy’s own unique take on the Leonardo Da Vinci classic recently sold in auction for over £57,000 to a British collector.
So, why does The Mona Lisa seem to be smirking?
This is a question that has dumfounded many lovers of Da Vinci’s work for hundreds of years and is the main reason why numerous artists have depicted their own emotional ideas behind the painting and recreated a personal version. There is an abundance of explanations behind her smile ranging from some of the most absurd ideas published by renowned art historians such as the idea that ‘she has just given birth’ and some more sensible and realistic ideas published by great authors and novices. Dan Brown, author of ‘The Da Vinci Code’ writes how he disagrees that The Mona Lisa is famous due to her enigmatic smile. He merely claims that she is so famous because she is considered to be Leonardo Da Vinci’s ‘finest accomplishment’. Dan Brown argues that ‘The Mona Lisa’ is a sign of the ‘balance between male and female’ and that, in fact, many of her characteristics, including her smile, are loosely based around Da Vinci’s own personal appearance. The Mona Lisa smile is supposedly a reflection of Da Vinci’s own personal joke and the painting itself reflects the mysteriousness of the subject.
The Mona Lisa’s smile has forever been the subject of controversy. In 1852, a French artist named Luc Maspero jumped four floors to his death in Paris and wrote in his suicide note ‘he preferred death after years of struggling to understand the mystery behind The Mona Lisa’s smile’.
Other views are that The Mona Lisa has actually been painted using an Italian technique called ‘Sfumato’ meaning ‘blurry’. This technique is one of the four canonical painting modes of the renaissance. The finished product aim is to create a mystical ‘veil of smoke’ across the painting. This refers back to the idea that the painting is ambiguous and leaves the idea behind her smile up to the viewer’s imagination.
The Mona Lisa will always be the subject of great ridicule and controversy but it will never take away the fact that it is one of the most iconic pieces of art in the world and art historians will forever try and discover the meaning behind her smile. The paramount secret behind The Mona Lisa is that she is a painting with a secret that only the great Leonardo Da Vinci himself knows. She hides a secret that many people will dedicate their lives to frustratingly try to discover and understand.
ART is archaic. ART isn’t the influence of culture. ART is not technology. But as long as great art still survives there are many people willing to study it and be influenced by great artistic geniuses such as Leonardo Da Vinci. The Mona Lisa will survive through its upheaval and ridicule
By Rose Thompson
Swimming with Mermaids.
There was a young princess, not a well known princess, she had not an aristocratic background nor did she have lots of money, she was her father’s princess. She lived in a lighthouse on the top of a cliff in ____ shire where the sea breeze pierced each pore and the mechanical seagulls circled overhead.
The waves furiously crashed and punched away at the cliffs as if they were striking the enemy, the cliffs surrendered, waved their white flag and eroded so the princess and her father got closer and closer each day to the sea.
The princess was a dreamer. She kept a list of things she wanted to do before she was old in a battered leather bound notebook under her pillow; visit Paris’ Louvre to see the Mona Lisa, own her own bookshop, travel the world. Her father, although he loved her dearly, said she would never do these things.
‘You’re a dreamer’, he said ‘you’re in your own little world and you will never leave this lighthouse’
The young princess, known as Ruby, believed this to be true. She spent too much time watching the security of the light from the lighthouse projecting shadows onto the sea and sitting nestled in the sand with her newspaper sailor’s hat tilted to one side. She was scared, if she moved away from her sanctuary would she be thrust into a world of fascists, racists and liars, pointless wars and unnecessary killing’s. She was unsure whether there was any beauty beyond where she sat. Staring out to sea Ruby could see the boats bopping upon the water, the waves lapping against the wood of the yachts and the wind victoriously waving the sails.
Ruby’s story is not a happy one but one that can be learnt from and it begins on a stormy November evening. Her father and herself loved to read and had a small library with battered leather winged armchairs and well loved penguin classics of exploration and discovery, Swallows and Amazons, The Famous Five. Ruby would regularly sit in this room, snuggled in her father’s oversized jumper and be absorbed in the written word whilst looking out the giant panelled window to sea.
This November evening she sat by herself, the sky already captivated by the sinister darkness, she read by candle light to create an atmospheric backdrop to the novel she was reading. Her father, now old with wrinkles created by the beating of weather upon his skin, was unwell. He lay in his bed whilst Ruby read in the library and rocked slowly into a sleep he wouldn’t wake from. Ruby continued to read, although her father lay quite silently.
It wouldn’t be till much late in the evening that she would notice that her dear father had been taken in his sleep. Ruby couldn’t cry, she ran to the top of the lighthouse to switch on the lamp for the sailors and seafarers to see their way, she had to continue his job. She ran back down the crooked, helter skelter style winding stairs and entered the room in which her father lay. His eyes closed he looked tiny within his bed, swamped. She took his hand and let shed but a single tear before she knew what she had to do. She wrapped him in the duvet that was covering his limp and lifeless body and lifted him, for he was now so fragile and small that he was like a child in her arms. She carried him down to the sea front where she laid him upon the sand, the light from the lighthouse slowly casting a shadow upon the two of them. Ruby sat upon the ground beside her father and stared out to sea with the bitter wind pounding against her face. In the far distance she saw the flicker of a metallic tail surface the water then quickly submerge; she frantically rose to her feet and winced as the wind blew sand into her eyes. Through her blurred gaze she furiously looked out to sea. There it was again, this time closer, the cobalt, sapphire and navy colours of a tail that didn’t belong to a dolphin or a whale. The tail disappeared again beneath the surface of the water; it was not even a hundred yards from Ruby’s glance. For tens of minutes she anxiously scanned every inch of sea she could see in front of her until she gave up and sat back down on the sand.
Ruby was now freezing cold and her father laid beside her, huddled in his duvet yet no colour to his face. It was late into the night and she was ready to give up waiting till she saw that glimmer of colour again, this time alongside a blonde flash of light that momentarily blinded her. When her sight refocused a young woman floated a few metres away, staring right at Ruby and her father. Ruby was unable to take her eyes off her; she was beautiful, her long blonde hair curling around her neck and her eyes much larger than any normal human were almost impossible to stop staring at, they were mesmerising. She didn’t speak but just hummed alongside the rhythm of the crashing waves. Ruby knew it was time and screamed out to her ‘take him’. The mermaid swam forward and grabbed at his arm, dragging him within a split second into the sea and out of sight; Ruby once again saw the flash of her mechanical tail as it pulled her father’s body into the depth of the sea.
She was left standing alone, with only her father’s duvet left in a heap beside her. Ruby looked out to sea and then looked up to the lighthouse, knowing that, like many generations before her she was in charge of the ocean, her face mapping out each crevice and rock, each unknown creature. She began to sob now, not only for the death of her father but she knew that her dreams were shattered that, when her father had told her that ‘she would never leave the lighthouse’, he was telling her the truth. The lighthouse had been forever within their family, each generation passed on the lighthouse and with it the responsibility of looking after each man that floats upon the water and then in death sacrificed to the sea. Ruby was a princess, not related to the Queen but to Mother Nature, left in charge of looking after the sea and forever dreaming but never being allowed to follow those dreams.
Although there are people that we love and who depend on us, we have to have dreams; we have to make our own way and our own mistakes.
By Rose Thompson
Love.
I have an astronomical passion and love for writing and i hope that this blog will prove i also have a talent for it.