I’m having two solo exhibitions soon: one in Nottingham and one in Barcelona.You can find more information here and I’ll be there for both of the openings, there will be lots of brand new work, so, see you there!
I hold on to meaningless superstitions and rituals, hoping that somehow they will keep me unharmed.
Now I’m planning to let go.
“Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? then may ye also do good, that are accustomed to do evil.”
Jeremiah 13:23
In-can-ta-tions from Jennifer Cox on Vimeo.
I made this video this summer for Full Fiction’s young talent’s magazine but I plan to use the footage for another project that I have in mind…
But I just thought that, meanwhile, today was a good day to post it.
Happy Hallow’s eve.
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“There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
- Lord Byron
(the song is by Rasputina)
“You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it — it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking…ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”Charles BaudelaireI’m working hard on it.
“
Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high
Oh, Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry
One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky“
Summer Days, Endless Days.