Fine Artist, 20, currently studying at Falmouth University. Here I share my own work, ongoing, and finished, as well as work that inspires and excites me.


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Wear Black for Mourning

Here, we are

again clambering to

empty crucifixes

Devoid of devotion

Our sullen hands,

Draped over

Decoration

To die young is fashionable

Draped once more

Dripped in black lace

Give me those pearls

They’ll ease the passage

You can go now.

 

I’ve an appointment

And my time is short

Soon to be endless

Looking good in boundless,

Emptiness

Embellish the void

Makes it easier?

Sure does.

 

My skin will sink,

Twist into elegant abstraction

I’m still seen, look at the stitching

Sensational symphony of stitches

It sounds better.

 

I’ve stained my blouse.

With a scent of unholy grit

It’s nature’s way

But I’ll work it

Naturally I will…

Embody the stains

It is all we see

In some ways, I like it.

 

I won’t learn, there’s no more

to learn

Always need that little black dress.

And always looked divine in black

It’s all I can see.

Every inch of my person is

Drenched in divinity

Eternal,

in this season

I’ll have to wait

To be crowned once more,

If only

Crowns don’t go with this

Nobody pulls them off

Wearing the same shade

I can’t stand out

What else do I have?

You are killing me

It becomes you; the silence, the void.

An anonymous contemplation

Review outside of the depleting cell.

It becomes you too,

Soon.

 

Submerge yourself within, and pluck a beacon, an example or two.

Is three arrogant, at this time?

It’s my moment, before it is taken

This monumentalises me.

With more craft then the statues of old.

Because the experience, the exchange is golden

And they are wearing into dust.

My moment remains.

I hope they remember, I can’t speak

To remind them of what I gave to them.

An essence of humanity,

A phoenix, rising as do the skyscrapers

Do not return to ash.

In these final instances.

I can see my bleating young

And in them, I see my own mortality.

In each rich tear, my monument shatters

And I am weak, in their eyes.

Do I resent their youthful memory fading?

Multiplying through my decrepitude.

I will burst with my litter, and theirs after.

No one remembers the shell that bears the egg.

I resent each moment with you.

I am not what I’ve become.

It’s all you can see.

 

You are killing me, as you watch

Please stop watching.

I am a mirror.

And you won’t like what you see.

It is fading, look at me.

These pillows feel warm.

Don’t remember.

Remember my moment.

But you can’t, and you won’t.

 

I pick two, maybe three times.

Three is so small considering.

Do they stand for more?

Three?

I’m departing soon, and you’re still here.

Is it the theatrics that drive you to stay?

Neighbours gossip in the morning.

I’m proud in this moment, and you ruin it!

But I love you.

I gave myself to you.

The sacrifice I made, alone.

You are my first moment,

An icon.

But I can’t speak.

You won’t remember.

And that’s what kills me the most.

I love you.

Look through the bleating, and see it,

Because I can’t tell you.

I can’t feel the pillows

But you are making them burn still.

It’s not important.

Please,

I can’t feel you.

If you’re in the Falmouth area, I and my peers will be exhibiting work for our end of year show at Falmouth University’s Woodlane Campus! I’ll be doing a 14 hour performance spanning through the entire duration of the exhibition, and would love for you all to come see!
I’ll post details about a Mental Health Exhibition I’ll also be exhibiting my ‘Maintaining Mortality II’ piece at, so stay stuned for updates on that! 

If you’re in the Falmouth area, I and my peers will be exhibiting work for our end of year show at Falmouth University’s Woodlane Campus! I’ll be doing a 14 hour performance spanning through the entire duration of the exhibition, and would love for you all to come see!

I’ll post details about a Mental Health Exhibition I’ll also be exhibiting my ‘Maintaining Mortality II’ piece at, so stay stuned for updates on that! 

Chris Slesser, ‘Maintaining Morality II’, Performance & projection withPVC, 2014

The modified gas mask blocks the main sensory aspects of the human form, and emphasises the breathing. The isolated space, changes this subconscious process and turns it into a much more effortful conscious action. This object, which in origin is used to purify the surrounding air, creates an action in which I am unwillingly forced to maintain my own mortality.

Lamp (with body) from Chris Slesser on Vimeo.

More of sketchbook exploration then a finished work, I sit motionless in darkness and continue to do so after the lamp is switched on. Personally I can feel the room open up and the illumination of my eye lids. Everything appears warmer, but vast. I am conscious while remaining dormant.

Maintaining Mortality from Chris Slesser on Vimeo.

This clip was an explorative performance in using this breathing apparatus, a modified gas mask (Generically used to purify the air and maintain a healthy respiratory system from foreign substances) to purify the air in a desperate attempt to maintain a cleaner mortality by doing very little. In the confined space of the mask, it is more difficult to maintain a healthy natural breathing, and I as the performer start to get weaker and reach a state near to fainting.

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wetheurban:

ART: ‘I tried to paint on canvas: fists were paintbrushes & blood was oil.’

"This piece is actually my first performance. My aim was to use my body as it really is : a material. So I fused a canvas and a piece of waterproof fabric wherein I cut up a circle."

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Mac Blondie

I unfortunately can’t find the name of this piece, but I think this is a real act of endurance. It has a purity in material, body and canvas, and I know work like this can kick up a fuss about morality and if it is even art, or an act of self harm or masochism. I however find the methodology of this artist admirable, being in a state that goes past the threshold of what can be deemed normal to endure. I also like how the act is filmed and then the resulting image is displayed.

I’ve been working on further explorations into more meditative acts, and I’ve been doing a lot of research into the Buddhist belief system, and their mythology in terms of moving into different life cycles, which has been very interesting and relevant to my studio work. I currently have about 4 different performance works going on, (screenshot from one is shown above) all attempting to tap into long duration territory. Most of my time is being spent experimenting with gifs on premier. Will upload new work very soon!

I’ve been working on further explorations into more meditative acts, and I’ve been doing a lot of research into the Buddhist belief system, and their mythology in terms of moving into different life cycles, which has been very interesting and relevant to my studio work. I currently have about 4 different performance works going on, (screenshot from one is shown above) all attempting to tap into long duration territory. Most of my time is being spent experimenting with gifs on premier. Will upload new work very soon!

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lauren kalmanBut if the Crime is Beautiful….& Pearl

Composition with Ornament and Object is part ofthe ongoing project But if the Crime is Beautiful…. Consisting of fabricated and found objects combined with the body to produce sculptural compositions, these sculptures are then documented and exist as photographs. The objects used to make the compositions are installed with the photographs as as residue of the action.

via .sienna patti.

 


I am really intrigued by the way Lauren Kalman uses the body to display her fashion/ sculptural objects.It is unusual, and often she distorts the vision of the human form with the placement and positioning of her models coupled with her own creations. I specifically enjoy the images on the chair with the pearls.