Personality cancer!

After the three week lasting group projects it was a time for a decision to be made - are you willing to stay in a group (and suffer) or from now on, do you want to work on your own?

Guess what I've chosen.

Outcome? To deliver an artwork/device/solution for the catastrophe/event or whatever you really want what will have a possible impact on 2060.

So, coming back to my divination, I came back to an idea of personality cancer.

But how do I bite that subject? I definitely like the sound of this term.
Personalities officialy don't have cancer.

So, I interlinked the flaws of a narcissist, who's obsessed with social media (and we are very much prone to be one of them nowadays) with a possible impact they could have on the body, backing up both of the sides with the research - surprisingly, it was quite easy to find connections and I did not lie as much, sounding possibly quite credible to a very naive (and hypochondriac) person.

I wrote a piece of an article, with a personal choice of made-up Silesian scientists to make it sound like it did really exist, in which I tried to make my disease being a real threat for society. I predicted that by 2060 there will be millions suffering of it.


WHAT IF I AM RIGHT?

Let me show you the artwork I created to cope with that idea.

This is a deformed body of a person suffering from the advanced stage of personality cancer.

front of the leaflet containing a propaganda of spreading the awareness of personality cancer

fake article part 1

fake article part 2

check yourself! Do you suffer from personality cancer?

leaflet design!

a logo and an idea for personality cancer awareness badge

list of deformations as depicted in the collage of the body

packaging for the badge

The food in 2060 will be disgusting and I was a drug dealer for a day, which was nice.

Next project, in which happily changed some people in our group, welcoming new associates - was much more satisfying and I think I didn't have that much fun while doing weird projects never in my life.

It was all about the joke and the visuals, the exaggeration of the stereotypes and the clichés.

What was out idea then? So, again - being very negative about the future, we decided, that in 2060 food will become a liquid, disgusting mush, but rich in vitamins and anything your body needs to be productive - added on to your house as another tap, delivered by services being of government's control, charged like electricity or running water.
Restaurants? Gone. Food-shops? Gone. You can't get the real anywhere. Officialy.
Therefore, the real food, the food with taste and the sweetness and the texture will become an underground drug, delivered to you by criminals.
It becomes addictive. Especially, that the network was specialising in sweets and doughnuts.

So, we came up with a fake crime scene, a drug language translated into sweets and a drug addict, who's a dealer as well (that's me) shape shifted into that weird candy horror-like teenager in an awful sweatsuit. You'll see.

week looking-like sour apple jelly strips

a photoshoot of Rosalinda Cherry-Popper

before and after the addiction

heroine? No! Marshmallows, please!

Sniffing.

My criminal records.

Making of the criminal scene.

More sniffing.

Supplies!

Supplier!

...and a dealer.

Evidence no 8 and no 7

THE CRIME SCENE!

and me, selling da stuff 

I was more than willing to become a character of Rosalinda Cherry-Popper, a candy addict and a sweet-dealer. I had a childish joy to put the colourful make up on and to interact with people. 

I was a good dealer. I loved the way some people played along. I somehow overcome my social anxiety. I am only using self-checkouts at Tesco just not to talk to strangers, but putting myself into the spotlight that day in a really weird make-up and outfit seemed easier than to mumble 'thank you' at the end of the service. I would love to do something like that again - to play a character.

Below, there is my snapchat video, which managed to catch the spirit of the day, and a bit of making of too. Enjoy. 

How the Society would look in 2060? Let's see.

Alright, new term, new troubles.

Yes, I am talking about the group work - we had 3 weeks of group work, Illustration, Graphics and 3D Design intermixed - and therefore, 3 different projects to accomplish.
Our predictions and visions about Society, Food and Solutions for the Catastrophe occurring in the year 2060 took a week each (I mean, a week starting on Monday and ending up on Friday - that is 5 days, bear that in mind while feasting your eyes with some of the crap we did) and each of them ended up with some kind of a crazy, rapidly put-up event.


First one - Society in 2060 - was a disaster, simply speaking, however Emma was proud of us.
First of all, if you are supposed to meet your group on Thursday, a day before delivering the final piece for the event and only one person turns up - it is pretty impossible to achieve something spectacular, alright?

But I had an idea, I shared it with Emma, and she liked it.


SO - shortly speaking - I am a very negative person but a narcissist as well, so I believe that by 2060 we all be self-absorbed, lost in building our social media image, self-centred, self-focused, with very narrow horizons.

Therefore, as I am a walking cliché, I though about mirrors - an undeniable gadget of every stereotypical narcissist. So I designed (and build) a head-piece, in which you can only see yourself - from very close, and it covers everything in front of you - so, to move around, you have to walk backwards. It is a metaphor - if you're self-absorbed, you don't develop, thus not achieving anything.

Let me show you, how it went.

Whining part - they are so badly made, for God's sake! Lack of my group's interest led to my lack of interest too - so I knew that I have to glue mirrors together in a way which is not allowing to see anything else that your skin's bad condition, but the way it was put together was rushed and ugly and I AM ASHAMED. If Emma wasn't a good leader in all of this ridiculousness we were creating, I would give up and go home. 

And it was raining on that day. 

And then while I was gluing the cardboard in really bad manner, the rest of magically appearing group on Friday came up with an idea for a game in which you have to find someone's else token while wearing this torture device - that means, you had to go backwards like a drunk person, shout to other people, trip and stumble, and your head hurt after. 

But it was funnier than I thought and anyone who was brave enough to wear that potentially lethal piece of crap (some of the mirrors were broke in a half) had fun as well - or they politely lied, but at this point I am not able to say. 

Learning outcomes - either step out and do everything for everyone but be happy about your work or threaten your colleagues to come to the group meeting, so you can all work together and be happy about your work. 

But most importantly - don't give up and don't let yourself get to the point in which you think you are better than the rest of the group - but too proud to do your shit. I am ashamed of being easily put off and negative - I think it didn't only affect me, but the whole group as well. 

My divinations for 2060 are quite negative.

Hi! Me again. Before I'll start the general whining about the new term - let me treat you with some collages I did for the primer.

This tiny project was a first hint of what we are going to be occupied for the rest of the term - and that is, speculations about the future, to be more precise - a year of 2060.

They asked us to try out the cut-up technique - in which you shatter the existing piece of text and deform it into new sentences. They make as much sense as they don't.
And I loved that.


Of course I forgot to scan all of them - so I have mere 3 divinations, but only from them you can get a hint of my quite apocalyptic, definitely over-poetic views on 2060 - however the primer itself didn't help me at all in following weeks, the pieces I decided to create for the final event of the project '2060' (10th of June, everyone) derived from one of the following divinations. You'll see.

and this is the very divination! Personality cancer. Yes, we'll all gonna die from it.

aaaaand here we are missing a collage depicting a vagina which I glued next to that sentence in my sketchbook. That was the first time I portrayed such nudity!

Alright! Off to the group projects!

And finally - The Be Ur Shelf Event!

The day had come - and it was stressful to me as to a cat with a full bladder not having a litter box in a distance of a sight.

I allocated myself to a task of being a curator - and I was nothing more than a headless chicken, as I do not cope with pressure well - I mean, on the inside, because I manage to accomplish stuff anyway - we can say, it's a truly tragic way of living your life - but I did it - WE DID IT - and however the time and space was limited, we managed to arrange everything on time!

The Event was fun. People liked it. We earned money - yes, we did! Everything somehow pieced together at the end.

Some pictures:

(ma laundry machine - look at it, hanging out there)

And my laundry machine-up close. 

Learning outcomes from the whole term: be careful and plan your steps, be open minded to both pop out lots of ideas but to also reject them, to know your limits! Be always prepared to learn something new. Twist the time to work on your advantage. Don't be lazy. Have confidence in yourself. 

And most important: the hard work will always reward you. 

A sub-project for Micro/Macro sketchbook called #tirednarcissist - or how to not make selfies.

As Micro/Macro was supposed a creative evaluation of your own self, I took upon a small project in which for two weeks I decided to make a selfie every evening just before I was about to hit the bed - and the tiredness and self-loathing approach to my face (I'm sorry, I'm working on it - I try to stop being so negative, but it's a slow process) resulted in pictures, which by the definition should not really be called selfies.

I'll post some of my favourite pictures - for full project go to my instagram (http://instagram.com/jajonc) or you could find it under the #tirednarcissist

It was fun. I once again realised that I am not able to cope with eternal truths like selfies in a conventional way and I stepped out of mundane with the very first selfie.

Last but not least, as I did have lithography workshops at some point of this 2 weeks project, I decided to turn my favourite selfie into a print! Results below.

the print

and the plate which delivered it - I liked the plate more, but they didn't let me have it :-(

Boop, again!