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Poetic Response to Outsider Artist - Auerbach's 'Reclining Head'

 Pallant House Gallery will be hosting a few Outsider Art Exhibitions over the autumn months this year. I became involved with Pallant through their Step Up Programme, which trained marginalised artists to be workshop leaders, and was very happy to be asked to provide poetic responses to several well known - and some lesser known - outsider artists, as part of an audio trail for one of their exhibitions. I went into the studio on September 17th to record these poems for the audio trail.

Response to Auerbach’s ‘Reclining Head’

The dreaming bones
Drags the flesh
And steps on flowers

The heart is in there
Somewhere
Blistering truth
With every breathe
And every smile
A lie

What is it in the human
Gene that does this?

The DNA
the ‘do not activate’
helix
That twists the soul
In on itself
And unravels  
The genotype
Of a broken soul

Dreaming...

Posted by Dolly Sen, 26 September 2012

Last modified by Colin Hambrook, 23 March 2013

Poetic Response to Outsider Artist - Scottie Wilson

Pallant House Gallery will be hosting a few Outsider Art Exhibitions over the autumn months this year. I became involved with Pallant through their Step Up Programme, which trained marginalised artists to be workshop leaders, and was very happy to be asked to provide poetic responses to several well known - and some lesser known - outsider artists, as part of an audio trail for one of their exhibitions. I went into the studio on September 17th to record these poems for the audio trail.

Poetic Response to Scottie Wilson’s ‘Peaceful Vase’

A vase of a thousand pieces
Is beautiful
Perfection is boring
Broken pieces can be put together
A thousand different ways
The human being is art
Not a photocopy
Of a photocopy
Not plastic flowers
In a plastic vase
Not a plastic smile
In a plastic heart.

The heart is a pen
“It seems to make me draw
and I can’t stop the flow.”

I have to surround evil
With beauty
Surround greedies
With a thousand lines
Of kindness
Thank goodness
For the 1000 broken pieces
In my head

No need to draw the table
As table
“It’s all writ out for you – the moves
you make.”

So let your heart, your pen
Move you

 

Posted by Dolly Sen, 24 September 2012

Last modified by Colin Hambrook, 25 September 2012

Poetic Response to Outsider Artist - Patrick Caufield

Pallant House Gallery will be hosting a few Outsider Art Exhibitions over the autumn months this year. I became involved with Pallant through their Step Up Programme, which trained marginalised artists to be workshop leaders, and was very happy to be asked to provide poetic responses to several well known - and some lesser known - outsider artists, as part of an audio trail for one of their exhibitions. I went into the studio on September 17th to record these poems for the audio trail.

Poetic Response to Patrick Caufield’s ‘Reserved Table’

The perspective of the lobster
Seems a little flat
But this crustacean is deep
He loves philosophy, physics
and dining out,
picking humans out of tanks
for dinner
conversation, out of pity 

He much prefers to converse with the table
But the table is a little reserved
“Come on table, don’t be shy…
I know we live in a blue world
But there is always the bigger picture
Where outside the frame
I was free 

Where I swam oceans in the moonlight
And read philosophy on the beach
My favourite philosopher is Wittgenstein
He said ‘A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked
and opens inwards;
as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.’” 

A waiter came and served the lobster onto the reserved table
The table felt its warmth
And knew what the lobster said was true.
And began to edge itself
Slowly out of the frame.

Posted by Dolly Sen, 22 September 2012

Last modified by Colin Hambrook, 23 September 2012

Cheap paint creationism

 Was cleaning out some of my room yesterday, and found the remnants of some cheap paint, so I quickly created a painting of a nude, a 99p store nude. The painting is unfinished as I ran out of paint. And I think as human being, there is something not finished, or completed about us, which causes so much pain, but so much beauty too. 

As an agnostic, I don't know if there is a God who created me out of the 99p store version of genetics, or if I am solely the product of my parents' quick shag where my mum probably didn't come, I just don't know. 

The last brushstroke has not left my life yet, but at least now the brush is in my hands.

Posted by Dolly Sen, 24 July 2012

Last modified by Dolly Sen, 24 July 2012

Within WIthout You - an Outsider Art Exhibition and blog

I will be exhibiting at the Within Without You Exhibition, as part of the the Bath Fringe Festival. The exhibition was the brainchild of Brian Robert Gibson, whom I met at some Outsider In training, and with some other artists who are part of Outsider In www.outsidein.org.uk/, plus a few from further afield, this exhibiton and blog came about to explore what it is to be an outsider.

As Brian says himself, this event is 'a space to explore where we are placed and where we place ourselves within any given spectrum.'  

The exhibition with be at: The Pet Store, 7 Upper Borough Walls, Bath, Avon BA1 1QR
25th May-10th June 2012 - 10am-6pm
Private View: Fri 25th May 6-9pm

The blog for the event, which showcases art and words from the outsider artists themselves, is at withinwithoutyou.info/

Here is an example of one of my poems from the blog:

LITHIUM SUN
You say my sun shines too bright,
but if you have had the dark clouds I’ve had,
you could give nothing less.
Yes, sometimes the sun blinds others.
But with it, I can just about see where I am going.

You can turn off the light if you want, you have the power.
You can give me back the dark room.
But once in there, you ask me to leave that too.

1000 watt or nothingness is me, I guess.
You can force the 50 watt on me, but it doesn’t fit the slot.
I have tried pushing it in; my soul is torn to prove it.

Until you change your light into one that fits,
one that shines and doesn’t laugh at dreams,
let me shine my way, until I can see where I am going,
and the sun can rest behind the trees.

Posted by Dolly Sen, 4 April 2012

Last modified by Colin Hambrook, 7 April 2012