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I've been secretly building and testing out my wordpress blog and actually making posts over there but now my website has exceeded its bandwidth limit for the first time ever and it has closed for business until I can fix it. This blog is my only way to communicate to the interwebetry!

So, this is what is happening:



Thanks to Kim, Will, and Wayland who devoted HOURS UPON HOURS to help me paint the wall. Without their help I would be dead, or still painting, or both!! ?

First Solo Show

Stranglehold is the first solo exhibition of Sydney based artist James Jirat Patradoon. James continues to explore his take on fantasy hyper-masculinity with screen-printed portraits inspired by slasher movie villains, pro wrestlers, biker gangs, and Elvis.

This series examines notions of deferred masculinities: confused and misdirected rites of passage informed more by cartoons and action heroes than reality itself. Drawn in a style influenced by the comics and cartoons of his youth, James' images of fist-fights and tough-guy bravado consider the idea of violence as the purest form of masculine statement and its integral place in the male mythos.

See more of James' work at www.jiratpatradoon.com

Opening Night
Wednesday 4th Feb 6:00pm
Exhibition continues till 20th Feb.

First Draft Gallery
116-118 Chalmers St
Surry Hills, Sydney
Opening Hours
Wed to Sat 12pm-6pm

National Beasts

A while ago I posted about winning the First Draft Gallery poster competition - the grand prize being a free show at some point in 2009. The directors got back to me and the only slot available is at the beginning of February, which gives me little over a month to make new work for the show. Not exactly the time frame I had planned for my first solo show but beggars can't be choosers.

I've been spending the holidays trying to wrap up some illustration work and do some new drawings for the show at the same time. I don't even have an invitation sorted out yet, things have been so mega chaotic. I haven't managed to keep a train of thought for longer than a couple of seconds. I am pretty stressed out.

Tough times with the recession also meant I got laid off at work for a month, so the screenprinting studio access that I was relying on to make work for the show is pretty much ruled out, however I do at least have the days free to draw, so it is kind of a blessing in disguise. I am rivetted to know how I will pull this one off. You'll know when I know.

Also I've moved out of the hipster paradise that was Darlinghurst and after a lot of jerking around by real esate agents and landlords, finally found a nice little terrace to move into with some friends in Ultimo right across the road from the Powerhouse Museum and in a good proximity to Hurricanes at Darling Harbour. My new stomping ground will be Chinatown - I am excited to take night-time photo essays of torn up bill posters, crabs in fishtanks, and garbage on the street!

Here are some new years resolutions:
- Go to the beach more often
- Save enough money to move to Paris to live in 2010
- No more coffee
- No more partying on Oxford St
- Get all my suits tailored

I return to work in February, which, funnily enough, will be like a holiday compared to the past couple of months (and the fatal month coming up).

PS The photo of the delicious profiterole stack is meant to offset the blatant negativity of this post. I took the photo whilst waiting in line at the Beard Papa near Shibuya Station, I had about six in one go, they were del-eee-shis!! I have very fond memories of Tokyo!

What I Did In Error I Meant In Jest

I missed the Trailblazers show to draw this:
I spent a day on the body and a day on the head. I'm not sure if I'm happy with the head, you can only really appreciate it zoomed in so you can see all the cracks in the leather etc. I wanted to present these guys as real ritualistic psychos with their masks hidden away in boxes beneath their beds, bringing them out at night for their gang wars and assaults. The gang is called the Cold Cadavers.

I'm not sure about the mask.

In other news I bought these two books today.

I don't consider myself a collector of many things because I've seen what it can do to people from working in a DVD store for two years. However, when it comes to books I am completely guilt free. I love my books. When I was travelling Japan I shipped over two parcels full of Japanese art books and carried some in my luggage as well. I did the same on my trip to New York. My grandkids are going to have the best fucking collection of books and if they ever sell them my ghost will haunt them till they get every book back.

One book still eludes me though...
It is called The Octagon by the photographer Kevin Lynch. I saw it in a Barnes and Noble in Chelsea, it was the size of a table(around 20x26")and was $7500. It had around 800 portraits of UFC Fighters taken on a Hasselblad. Thank fuck they are finally releasing a smaller version at the end of this year.

A Fish Has No Word For The Sea

I've been going easy on myself and intentionally trying not to think about making art. It has helped a lot because most of the time I am in a panic mode over what I should be doing next or if I am doing too little etc etc. Most of the time I am stressed out.

A lot of my ideas are becoming clearer, making more sense. I've had a lot of recurring thoughts over the past couple of months not knowing how they relate to each other. I'm writing about them here because it is better than being on a post-it on my desk or another page of scribbles and ramblings in my journal.

When I finished Honours at the end of 2006, the thesis and the work was a culmination of a lot of the ideas I had up until that point. Since then a lot of things have happened to inspire my artm-making and feed my concepts. I would only ever notice how my ideas were developing whenever someone did an interview with me and the questions would be the same but the answers would change slightly over time. A lot of things are the same as before but the concerns over masculinity and violence aren't so much a focal point anymore, instead things have broadened and I am looking at personal identity and fantasy as a whole. Who defines us, what defines us etc.

I've been thinking about plots that occur in people's imaginations, about themselves or about other people - how things like party-photos, myspace, facebook, and 'the scene' drive that sort of thing. Who is interesting? Who isn't? What does this person actually 'do'? What do we think they do? Why do we assume that?

Also things like personal marketing, PR, getting seen, getting published, who's who is the zoo and all that shit. The creative climate. Who do we give a shit about and why? Buzz. The swindle. Sales. Fame.

A metaphor popped in my head the other day of the action figures I used to play with as a child. They were all from different things, Robin Hood, Spiderman, Lego, Transformers etc. yet they all co-existed and we re-appropriated into these stories I would create. In one play session Kevin Costner might team up with Optimus prime to take down Spiderman's castle. In another play session they might all be trapped in a sinking ship. The point being each had their own personal mythology, but the new context of my narratives some characters changed entirely and others stayed the same, depending on how they looked, my personal affinity towards them, or the condition of the figrue.

I was also reading a lot of crossover comics when I was a kid, and in them and I would be concerned about how a character could be completely different in another universe, and how this new universe changed them, they would act and behave differently, be scared. Something at their core may stay the same but the writer may make them weaker in comparison to a stronger hero they ar eteaming up with etc.

At the same time, I was reading the Spiderman clone saga, where there were four 'spidermen'. Eventually Peter Parker had to give up being Spiderman and rotate between four new heroes, one of which already existed that he was kind of doing shifts for. I don't even know how to get into how complex those story arcs got but I read them with nail-biting ferocity, I was deeply affected by this story arc. Everything I experience about my own personal identity or other people's I relate back to this.

I don't know how much sense this makes at the moment but I'm hoping to get some clarity in the coming months and incorporate these things more lucidly into my work, make these machine-men in leather jackets start making some sense instead of just being fashion statements.

When I was minding the end of year show at COFA a couple of ladies asked which works were mine, I pointed to the giant screenprints, they mask "Tsk tsk tsk" sounds and said "...looks like someone should have gotten over cartoons a long time ago." the other said "You ARE in big school now..."

I just smiled, and was kind of confused, and it was summer.

"Contemporary Art is in a growth stage in terms of the traditional art world taking hold of a new genre of artists, of whom many, coincidentally believe in the accessability of art. Consider a new generation of artists void of institutional art educations and mindsets, having being inspired by Pop Art’s revolution of the 80’s and the likes of Haring and others who went out of their way to see their work spread and available to anyone. This is what the new generation of artists hold as their strength above the traditional art world. The ability to sell their art on tee shirts, or vinyl figures, to promise value in a silkscreen or print, and be generally aware and educated of how to make their name and work, work for them."

- Adam Bryce, Economies of Art & Scale

via SLAMXHYPE

SINGLE POSTER SEEKS SAME

I won the First Draft Gallery poster competition fundraiser last night with a printer's proof of Ask Anyone And They'll Tell You. The first prize is a show at First Draft in 2009 which is great news because it solves my gallery scouting problem.

One of the judges, Del Kathryn Barton, snatched up the piece, with all proceeds going into the support of First Draft's future.

It will be on till the 15th of November - go buy some posters!
116-118 Chalmers St, 
Surry Hills

open hours: 
Wednesday to Saturday 
12-6pm

Extra Cheese Phase 2 x James Patradoon x Riddell

I don't know why I haven't posted these before, this is that helmet I was working on for the Extra Cheese show. I bought it with a pair of shoulder pads as well but the shoulder pads were really small and looked kind of pathetic so I didn't bother painting them. The joys of Ebay.

HARD PRESSED: Contemporary Printmaking

I am in this show with a bunch of Stupidkrap people and some oldschool printmakers as well. Can't really make it up to Byron to see it first hand but by the sounds of it it should be a really interesting show!

You Know Better Than To Sneak Around Like That

I've been guilty of some extreme hermeticism over the past couple of weeks, I will show you why:

I got to customise a Jeep Wrangler for Mountain Dew. It will be cruising around Melbourne over the summer!





These are some process images of how I did the IDN Neo New York thing - that random coloured version is when I did the flats and wanted to colour it, after playing with a few colour palettes I decided against it and left it black and white because it felt more brutal and 2000AD that way. The brief was to interpret a day in the life of a futuristic New York and cross that over with a Neo Toyko 2086AD kind of vibe. Naturally I drew a pair of NYC Cops/Power Rangers/Cyborgs/Fighter Pilots. Notice that they get commands from HQ via their belt in the form of ZORDON. That's right...I went there...




You'll find out what this is for soon enough...it is an homage to 90s horror bad guys like The Wishmaster and Candyman.

The gargantuan web update is coming along slowly and getting very very complex (as per usual). I am going into the woods with some Neo Shamans over the weekend for a mini holiday but when I come back I can finally start building the new site! Hoorah!

What Good Are You Then

During breaks at work I've been doing research and development on the next phase of my website. I want something effortless to update but things are getting really complicated with wordpress and php and shit like that. Navigation is a really big issue for me as well.

After this IDN thing I need to get my shit together and nail this one.

Flicking through my old copies of The Face the other day I noticed how much it reminded me of blogs - or how blogs remind me of The Face. Roger has a good blog called Degourget that is pretty rad, I appreciate the nice blurbs.

I want to splice this blog up with some fashion posts, image feeds, and artist features. I wonder how that would end up? A big mess maybe? PROBABLY.

I now give you five blogs that I read religiously:

Yimmysyayo
Sleep Deprivation And Stories Of My Bullshit Youth
Golden Age Comic Book Stories
Selectism
Oh No They Didn't

The World Doesn't Owe You Anything

My dream clients would be Daft Punk, Justice, D-Squared, Suicide, Death From Above 1979(RIP), Masterkraft, or any other cool duo partial to leather jackets.

This is for IDN's Neo New York thing coming up. It is gonna be super crazy!

So why has it taken so long for Christophe Decarnin to become this successful?

"‘I think success in life is half your personality and half your talent,’’ Emmanuelle Alt said. ‘‘He has the talent, but the personality. . . .’’ She smiled. ‘‘You know, if you always stay in the shadows and don’t have the connections, it’s more difficult. Some people have a lot less talent, but they push themselves and go out and meet people.’’ Decarnin said he never goes to clubs. He once went to St.-Tropez but it was years ago, he said.

via Fashionologie

For a while now I've been struggling trying to find a good way to record ideas. Notebooks make me claustrophic and things just get lost in the pages and pages of text that I fill up. Loose pages end up in giant stacks on my desk. I can't really find a good way to collect ideas without them getting lost of forgotten. I wish my memory was sharper, or that I had walls big enough to stick everything on.

I used to set my wallpaper as a screensaver that would cycle through images I've collected online to jog my memory but it kept crashing. Post its don't work either.

So the chemist down the road won't give me sleeping pills.

With all these deadlines recently I've been sleeping later and later, yesterday crawling into bed at 7am after a night of listening to electro and turning my inks into vectors for a crazy project coming up.

My little roleplay as a full-time freelancer(oxymoron?) has come to an end and I have learnt from it many things. I would mostly be sitting on my ass staring at a screen and eating junk food for 18 hours a day, veins pulsating with caffeine while photoshop blending layers haunt me in my dreams. I would be going to bed when the birds chirp outside and wake up to the blinding noon sun. I don't know, I used to find all that shit romantic when I was young but now it is a bit of a punish.

My list of things to do is dwindling down which is a good thing, which only leaves major things like a major website overhaul and my tax return left. After that I am pretty much free to spend the summer at work serendipitously scratching away at drypoints and looking after stressed out students. This is probably the fastest year ever, I can barely keep track of what has happened, I missed the days when things used to linger on forever. Time seems to be speeding up as I get older.

My two weeks off work are going a lot faster than I expected. The weekend will be Extra Cheeese 2 and then Parklife so the next thing I know it will be Tuesday, just in time to complete a major project, and then I will have to return to work to the chaos of setting up the end of year exhibition.

I was planning on doing some Master copies at the AGNSW across the road but I don't really see that happening.

In 2007 I did an entire series based on a counterfeit Micky Mouse and Skeleton Men from Boston. The images were half drawings half text, they were meant to be studies for bigger projects. I might turn them into drypoint etchings and print them on some ancient yellowed copier paper I found in the store-room. They'll be really small compared to my screenprints - and a lot cheaper to get framed.

My art education was in a large part influenced by Julian Schnabel's movie Basquiat. The movie-version Basquiat lived in a box and then later his girlfriend's place, didn't seem to have any kind of stable job yet could afford to be on drugs all the time, and just seemed to 'wing it' the whole way through in cool and serendipitous ways, eventually meeting Andy Warhol and becoming a general New York darling.

My Professional Practice class at uni taught us that the key to breaking into the art world was to hang out at galleries a lot and become a familiar face at openings and make friends in that scene, hoping that eventually after a couple of warm red wines the owner says to you "Hey...you paint?? You want a show??" I've always been kind of disappointed by that side of things. I still don't really know how it all works.

The class probably should have been teaching us about how to write invoices, design and commission agreements, licensing, copyright, and how to understand the GST - but alas - the business side of things didn't seem to be as important as breaking into the scene.

I wonder if future artist biopic films will be made up scenes of the artist just sitting at their desk furiously checking their emails and going on facebook and watching youtube. Where is the romance? The serendipity?

Maybe I should become a painter instead.

COME TO THIS OPENING

I've been spending the past couple of weeks working on something for this show, I have been doing something completely different from what I usually do and it feels realy good. I may even stop screenprinting for a while. The show is only on for three days so make sure you either attend the opening or at least see it over the weekend. Nice in space in Redfern across from where Kal El's comet hit.

I shaved my head, joined a gym, and decided to take two weeks of work. I'm going through some kind of personal renaissance.

KANE AND LYNCH

How did I not hear about this game until now?