Napkin Diary For November 2014

This is a much better photo of my napkin diary for November 2014, and below are the links explaining the images and words.

Plus, I don’t think I mentioned that it is mounted onto a page from an old wallpaper samples book, given to me by my friend, Annie.

Candle, ducks, fish     Madonna and Child    Je suis Charlie, heart, pencils    HEART    Cricketer

Dentures    Guitar    Please look after this bear    Hat    Slaves    PD    Pipe man    Coventry

A gentleman is never unintentionally rude    All human life    Trouble makers      Rosetta

The most delightful people you will ever meet in your life     Nobody waits    Gag    Football

Indomitable spirit of goodness    Remember remember       Right Honourable    Man at C & A

I know this world is killing you    More cheese Gromit?     Fine and Dandy     Paintbrush

Stranger on the shore    Trespassers will be prosecuted   Dog     Mr. Turner     Lest we forget

 

Barcelona Patchwork

Yesterday I finally signed my Barcelona patchwork (in stitches) and retook some photographs, as the other ones were pretty rubbish.

It is made from stuff I collected while on holiday with my family a few years back, and mounted onto a Thomas Lawrence poster (found in the bin at work), below.

You can find out about the papers used for each section, here:    Section 1.     Section 2.

Section 3.      Section 4.     Section 5.     Section 6.     Section 7.     Section 8.     Section 9.

All of my work is individually numbered, this piece is 610.

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This is the first card made from the Margate photographs.

I don’t know the couple pictured, but my mam used to have a dress like that. She made it herself, and I imagine this lady made hers, too.

On the back, the photograph is dated July, 1967. I was a few months old when it was taken. The photograph will be fifty years old this year, as will I.

The card is totally unique and is made with ruthless attention to detail.

I have recorded its making on Instagram.

It is listed in my shop under the heading ‘Valentine’, because society insists we put stuff in categories. However, as the inside is left blank for your own message, it could be used for any occasion you see fit. Golden Wedding would be good, what with the 50 thing.

Find out about the envelope, here.

All of my work is individually numbered. This piece is 814.

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Mostly Uninvited 770

 

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Andre Balazs by James Peltekian.

The picture was taken from Evening Standard Magazine (29.5.15), found on a train.

Scroll down to see the whole thing so far.

If You Are New Here: This project started (January 2015) with me sewing junk-mail faces onto a big woollen blanket. It has since expanded to include images from magazines and leaflets, I find in bins and on public transport. ‘Uninvited’ was the working title, until I changed it to ‘Mostly Uninvited’. Unless I tell you otherwise, take it that the portrait was part of some junk mail, pushed through my letterbox. I will always credit photographers, illustrators, designers and the faces, whenever possible. All of my work is numbered, this is 632. If you search this number in ‘Categories’, you can find out about the other faces.

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Georgina Chapman and Keren Craig, by James Peltekian.

The picture was taken from Evening Standard Magazine (29.5.15), found on a train.

Scroll down to see the whole thing so far.

If You Are New Here: This project started (January 2015) with me sewing junk-mail faces onto a big woollen blanket. It has since expanded to include images from magazines and leaflets, I find in bins and on public transport. ‘Uninvited’ was the working title, until I changed it to ‘Mostly Uninvited’. Unless I tell you otherwise, take it that the portrait was part of some junk mail, pushed through my letterbox. I will always credit photographers, illustrators, designers and the faces, whenever possible. All of my work is numbered, this is 632. If you search this number in ‘Categories’, you can find out about the other faces.

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Margate Photographs

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818. Three lovely unnamed ladies.

On July 14th, 2016, I went on a trip to Margate and bought the photographs below (and above).

It was a rare day out with my good friend, Cathy.

So far, I have made a few cards, the posts for which will follow shortly. Post links will be added below, as and when, but you can also follow my progress on Instagram. I will be using these envelopes with the cards, for as long as they last.

You can see the finished cards here: 810, 811, 812, 813, 814, (more to come).

The intention is to list them in my shop soon, but as usual, I am finding it very difficult to take decent ‘product shots’.

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11. Patchwork Dads – Ai Weiwei

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Picture the scene. Berlin, August 2015. It had been a long time since Germany has seen this kind of heat, and the place was swarming with wasps.

We had rented a flat in Mitte for a week, and arrived a few days earlier. So far, we had eaten burgers for every meal and I was not happy about this. I wanted something green.

It had been six hours since we last ate. Everyone was hungry when we stumbled upon Tommi’s Burger Joint (up until recently, the best burger Mr. S had ever tasted, by the way). I did not want to go in, but, thankfully, we did.

The place was empty except for a woman, her young son, a long-haired youth at the counter (appearing to be the only employee), and, a man customising his own sauce at the get-your-own-sauce area. I did not see this man. I was in a grumpy mood and decided that I didn’t want anything to eat, even though I did want something to eat. I went straight to a seat, whilst the rest of my family went to the counter to select their burgers. Again.

A few minutes later, my son came over, “I think that man (sauce-customiser) over there must be famous. The man who works here has just asked him for a selfie. He was mixing loads of sauces together to make his own sauce. I am going to do that, when he has finished”. He was very excited by this prospect.

I looked up. Gobsmacked. It was Ai WeiWei. But it can’t be him because he has no passport and can’t leave China. So I tell my son it is someone who is the absolute double of Ai WeiWei. He does not want to disappoint the burger server, so he is pretending to be him. Remember those sunflower seeds you filled your pockets with at the Tate? He didn’t.

Mr. S arrives at the table. “Who is that? The lad who works here is sure making a fuss”. Ai WeiWei had still not managed to get back to his table. “It’s someone posing as Ai WeiWei”, I say.

Mr. S annoyingly accuses me of saying the first famous Chinese person that comes into my head. I am insulted. I love Ai WeiWei, and once spent three months looking at a giant portrait of him. I told Mr. S that Ken Hom is the first person that comes into my head, actually. He is American and an honorary Brit, though. I wondered if this was casual racism.

“I don’t know what Ai WeiWei looks like”, says Mr S.

“Exactly like that”, I tell him, and we all look over.

Ai WeiWei looks at us and gives us a big smile. Him and the German lad share a little laugh. They think we are wondering who he is. He goes to sit with his son and partner. They enjoy their burgers in peace.

When we got back to the flat, and wifi, I discover Ai WeiWei is in Berlin and all over Instagram. Graciously having his photograph taken with anyone who asked. Big smiles on all.

Henceforth, burgers in our house may be taken ‘The Ai WeiWei Way’, if so desired.

This is the eleventh square in my patchwork of dads. It is made from discarded books, magazines, postcards and junk mail. It is made from the actual papers, I have not printed or copied anything. There are sixteen squares in total. You can see the whole piece here.

Ai WeiWei is the father of Lao.

The square was cut from a Royal Academy leaflet. The photograph is by Harry Pearce/ Pentagram.

All of my work is individually numbered, this piece is 798. It can be found in my shop.

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