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I went to the gym for the first time in forever. I went an hour before it opened by accident so it was completely empty.

A couple of the photos at the Sony World Photography Exhibition.

A night out in Brixton with the London Eggs.

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Day one in New York. The Highline, getting into the Whitney and the Guggenheim for free, walking through central park, meeting amazing dogs, cheesecake, seeing lots of American things and going on the subway for the first time. With Holly hustling us on and then immediately off, saying ‘was there a shit in there?!’

Staying up till 5am by mistake, sending Stuart lots of voice messages and talking about sex for an hour in the bathroom before bed.

Wearing a plastic bib and gloves to eat boil in the bag shellfish for dinner.

A nice morning together, good sex and a lovely breakfast together at the local cafe. With hash browns.

The brilliant exhibition at Camden Arts Centre. I just love it. It felt so calm.

Takeaway and TV.

Spending the day making vulvas at WOW and chatting about all the vagina. Such a great day!

Watching the twerking workshop. I wish I could have joined in.

Being asked to do more workshops, give talks and come along to Vagina Days.

A delicious French bread breakfast full of fruit, thanks to Alec.

A lovely calming art gallery. With some amazing huge lead books.

The male choir singing in the sauna. Also the sauna. And jumping in the bucket of ice water. Twice.

Coffee and catch ups with my cousin at Tate Britain.

Walking through Green Park, arm in arm. And taking photos for her Bumble.

Going to see a musical last minute for £4. The fight scenes were hilarious!

The Life of Trees exhibition at the V&A. And going there for a general wander around to look at things I wanted to see. It was tough at times but I loved this photo by Bae Bien U.

The condom workshop. Money, free condoms and strong women. 

This goat(?) His nose makes me smile.


A trip to Whitechapel Gallery on my own. It felt good to quietly look at art by myself. I really liked the dance video of all the moonwalking. Which is odd because usually I don’t like video art. But it really made me smile. And the bright yellow thing. That really lifted my spirits.

Seeing Stuart again.

A good position.


Discovered a local department store. The jeans still weren’t right but I ordered what I need. It felt good to explore a bit, even after being here for two years.

A couple of the pieces at the National Portrait Gallery. The moving portraits by Julian Opie were cool. Physically moving I mean, not emotionally.

Jo came round with my P45 and cuddles after work. Really nice to have a mini catch up for about 45 minutes.


Went to the gym and did more than I’ve been doing. Followed by the sauna. Felt pretty smug about that.

Finally finished my application and then managed to smash out another one. Very smug about that.

A bit of crafting in the evening. Vagina Christmas cards and homemade envelopes.


Sticking it out and meeting Kieran to hear about the waste management work. Not what I want, but interesting. And a good chance to feel like I’m good at something.

Lino printing vagina Christmas cards.

A classic date night with Jonny. Too much alcohol, some penis chat and Peteks. Perfect. 

I decided to go for a walk around the park in the morning. And I discovered a beautiful tree. Something about it just spoke to me. I took about a hundred photos of it and sat under it for a while, leaning back on the trunk and having a little chat. The sun was warm and it was quiet and beautiful. It felt so good to be out in the gorgeous blue-skied day.

I took a few of the leaves to do some printing with. They look pretty beautiful too.

A day of boring photos from Stuart in Bath. It made me smile. 


A sunny autumn walk around the park. With the leaves and the blue sky and no headphones on.
Baking ginger biscuits. Eating a lot of the dough before any baking actually happened.

Lino printing some gold joy cards. 

Also family whatsapp lolz with vegetable faces.


I smelt that M&S Christmas potpourri smell. God I love that smell.

Walking to and from work with a big smile on my face because it’s just such a lovely job.

Jonny’s vulva. And an evening of genitalia lino printing. 


First day at my new freelancing job. Making time capsules with recycling materials. FUN! Basically being paid to chat to kids, cut up paper and occasionally pick up bits of cardboard.

Probably got paid more today than I’ve ever been paid in one day before.

Jonny’s giant sharpie penis.

A card from my parents. The artwork is so similar to mine from uni.

My lovely doctor. I really liked him.

I went to the gym. Operation positive is on.


A local coffee with Jo. That turned into lunch too.

An afternoon of Tate pottery and too much cake with Sarah. Where she talked total sense and made me realise a few things. I don’t need to trivialise my sadness. 

An evening with the housemates. Minus the rubbish one. Matt cooked us a roast. And it was just nice.


Spending the day with Naomi, chatting about all things feminist, life and work.

The Rachael Whiteread exhibition at Tate Britain. And talking it through with Naomi as we walked round. I never do that.

A few hours with Jonny in the evening but not drinking. Then going to bed at 10.

Got heaps of work done today. Really easily too. Just smashed it out.

And evening of drawing.

And then laughter with Lauren in the kitchen.

Oh and the squirrel up above me, almost within arm’s reach at the park on the way home.


Turning in pottery. I BLOODY LOVE TURNING. I made some of my things *so* smooth.

Discovered I need glasses but, more importantly, discovered I look great in glasses!

The plum/Peach lolz. 


The grass is growing. And my first tomato is turning red.

The Dreamers Awake exhibition at the White Cube. But mainly the carved wooden vaginas. 

Wearing my new swishy skirt and feeling pretty fabulous. 


Pottery. Aside from one of the pieces (yes, that one), they all went well.
Sort of flirting. It made my migraine feel a lot better.

Mike’s terrible accidental gif on Tinder. Didn’t seem to make a difference though. Just made me and Lauren laugh heaps.


Going to the White Cube. That place is so damn shiny and​ reflective. I love it. Also the room with all the semi reflective glass rooms – so good!

Going for a walk through the little park and sitting by the pond for a while, watching the slow tadpole prosession. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of smells of the plants into my lungs. And there was a nice man who stopped too see if I was okay.

Coming back and doing some gardening. To think I almost stayed in bed. It turned out to be a really lovely afternoon.

Oh and then Matt and I watched a brilliant volcano documentary with a hilarious voiceover. Plus ice cream. 


This funny tweet.

Walking around London with Jo. Plus a new Laos restaurant (with incredible rice) and a gallery.

The blue of the sky as I walked home, with the clouds super illuminated. There must have been a full moon.


A day off, spent quite quietly again, doing things that needed to get done. Taxes, cleaning, sorting. Sending photographs of my vulva to feminist artists to make body positive artwork. You know, the usual.

Impromptu lunch with Hannah at Abocado. It was nice to have a hug.

A beer and a fire. I always love a fire.

MRF. Geeking out on recycling.

A woman on Instagram telling me she has decided to do menstruation related art work because of my vagina Instagram account. All the feels.

Jo. For phoning. For her Facebook stats. 

All the art. None of the money. Thanks borrowed Tate Card.
Cortado. Delicious, delicious cortado.

An evening with Matt, menstruating, eating ice cream and watching a weird film. Then having some good discussions with Mike. 


Wearing my new shirt to work.

Getting this beautiful embroidered vulva in the post. Ready to be won at my Period Party. Alongside a beautiful note from the artist. 😘

Having an evening to myself. Sorting myself out. Cleaning, organising, cooking and eating vegetables. I feel a bit more back on track.


Beautiful, peely tube walls.

Working from home, talking to myself.

Jesus peering through a vagina. From Becky.

Waking up to a room full of sunshine. The sun actually felt warm on my face today. Every year you forget what it feels like and every year it’s a joy to experience again.

Going to two exhibitions in the afternoon. Sticks with Dicks and Slits was funny and the Museum of Transology was really interesting. Also just having time to myself to go was super lovely.

The tube driver. ‘There is no need to rush. I will be driving that tube too. As long as we all cross the platform, we’ll get there together.”