By Jemma Appleby. Selected for the Jerwood Drawing Prize 2014.
There be pirates buried in this here graveyard
Photographed by me during a psychogeographic walk between our studio in Helston to a “small forest” (described as such by Sae Murai) outside of Helston.
These are my favourite lines from this song:
Success sucks less than standard existence,
But when you exceed the standard dreams, what becomes of ambitions?
The average man can dream dreams of a path he’s never walked,
But when that path’s your day to day, your dreams become warped.
People underestimate the value of dreaming,
That which you aspire to provides a roof, a ceiling;
In particular the dreams there’s no way of achieving,
Like, “I wanna be Brad Pitt,” or something equally fleeting.
I can’t aspire to such things, so deeper I must delve,
And the only guide I have to life becomes myself.
scanned from a Mighty Boosh roadshow programme.
"Dear mom, thank you for the lovely SHIRT and tie. I’ll wear it at my show." This was on the door to one of the art studios in Helston (Cornwall) where we were working. Taken a few months ago.
All my used notebooks. 2006-2014
My favourite to use was the Leuchtturm1917 (dotted paper). They were the most writer-friendly - having page numbers, an indexing system, a good pocket at the back, and the last few pages are perforated for occasions where a small child is having a hissy fit in a crowded cafe because they have crayons but no paper (yes this has happened to me)