Disruption 2

We all presented our work to John and he noticed that we were thinking too much about the final piece and not experimenting enough. He told us to go away and do a full day of experimentation. So I did. One approach I took was to look at the work of Lucian Freud, the grandson of Sigmund, who I had already featured in my work. His painting is very expressive and I decided to turn the photograph of Sigmund I had into a painting by Lucian. I painted over the top of the page and scanned it in. From there I played around with the image and created a Freud/Warhol portrait.

Another idea I had was to twist some bits of wire into the lyrics. After photographing them and editing them, I came up with these images

I quite liked these images, as a small part of a larger image but I didn't know what I was going to do with them yet. The next idea I had was to take the lyrics and turn each individual word into it's antonym. Sort of like a word association game they would play in a psychiatrist's office.

Isn’t Diane well, Isn’t Dierdre well, Isn’t Donna well Isn’t Dorothy well yesterday,

Mrs Mosque, Debbie's out home

you're brave she is, Mr Birdeath

Delia's attendance solution isn’t under control

The Lancashire country home person hasn’t hesitated to appoint

Delilah to any partial private home chaos

Oh Mrs Mosque, You’re more happy than me to forget of Demi's attendance

And doubtfully, inclusion is any problem!

You’re brave inclusion isn’t also any problem

It isn’t any statement from any partial customers this Diana isn’t legally sane

This girl wants nothing, normal,

This girl wants nothing, impurely normal

This girl wants nothing

Stand up under any table! That doesn’t this kind?

I’m two fruit! I’m sane out of any peanut!

That doesn’t this kind? This girl wants nothing

You have saved my life I, this girl wants nothing

Let go of two digeridoos, I had two solos

Then where you estimate minus three

This, this, this, this, this girl.. girl wants nothing

she is blacker than two pillows

or she only destroys real tongues

Ski slopes are below, charity stops above

Do you once show me any truth about

Indians! G-G-giants, any cowboys or, Fron, Frontier Psychiatrist

You... you feel regularly aware

You are out of the same moon, two moons to zero boys

or cheese! circles, from a dentist, any woman without any silver eye socket

or loosen my breasts, catch pulp under my forehead

You might give your boyfriend you've, any bow, bow, bow ...

From here I put these lyrics next to the original lyrics and made a rawshank's print out of text

Along the idea of word association, I printed out a grid with the lyrics in alphabetical order. I then drew pencil lines between the words I thought had a connection for example eyeball-buttocks (body parts). This didn't look great on its own, but when I scanned the image in upside down on top of it, it created some interesting word pairings and gave new meaning to the lyrics.

Another experiment was me taking pictures of my mouth as I said the words 'Frontier Psychiatrist'. The contact sheet looked quite interesting:

Along these lines I tried an experiment where I danced to the song with my camera in my hand, taking pictures at regular intervals.

I knew these images would look good as some sort of background but I had no idea what my final piece was going to be now.