From a young age I have simply loved to burrow, I would burrow all day long given half the chance! It got to a point though where I was digging burrows that were so deep my mother, Berta, would send me off with a pocket full of carrots and turnips to keep my energy up and so I wouldn’t get too hungry. I used to grumble when she gave me the packed lunch and sent me on my way but today I realised just how grateful I was. Today was the day I made my debut into the world of adulthood you see, I left the family warren on a mission to find myself and see the world and all it has to offer for myself. As I was putting my pro- burrowing skills into action and cursing the extra-weight of my mothers food parcel I realised I had left my map on my desk, so I turned around and headed back only to find the tunnel had collapsed! So terribly that even I couldn’t burrow back out of it, so I now had no choice but to carry on forwards. I guess this is the true meaning of adventure! I can only imagine where I might end up…so you will have to forgive my lack of picture..I will have to get back to you on that one once I burrow my way back into the light. But for now I’m going back to eating those carrot sticks I am very grateful for! My mum even packed me a tasty bit of carrot cake for dessert, I do love that raisin and carrot combination!
Ahaahahaha your face was a picture! Just joking I am French really,well half french anyway, on my Mum’s side and my Dad is English hence my peculiar looks. I prefer to call myself quirky and edgy personally.Where do I see myself in 12 months time you say? Well as a model obviously! I hear the likes of Vogue love that foxy and edgy look and let’s be honest I am clearly both. In fact I don’t like to brag or anything but after 23 months of pestering one agency in particular day in and day out-quite literally might I just add. Except for Christmas and my Birthday of course. Anyway they tried to get me to stop calling but my persistence has finally paid off! They FINALLY answered the other day with some amazing news! They said they have a job coming up and they think my look is just perfect for it, they are even paying for my travel costs and a place to stay and they think I will work so well in this job they have only booked me one way tickets! I just can’t believe my luck! I’m a true professional now you know darling! But be sure to look out for me in the show they are sending me for. It’s called Narnia, yep, I can see it in your face now, you are well jealous!
Hello there old chap! How are you? Don’t worry I won’t bite. Wait! Unless…you are one of those pesky shrimps. But you don’t look like one of them so you’re okay, those annoying little things are always running around trying to clean my scales, I manage to keep them away from most but when i can’t reach the ones on my back my arms are too short. It’s not that I don’t want to be clean you see but they charge excessively high rates, except for Jacque of course, he does a very good job. But the other’s…well..they make me look all soft and cuddley and I have a reputation to uphold with a name like Crunch and all. I’m in charge of these here waters you see and the shrimp have to do what I say! But Jacque talks in his sleep sometimes. I hear him saying something about the uprising and the formation of a mutiny because I won’t let the other shrimp work for me. He speaks of how they want to carry me off to a place they call Narnia while I sleep one day. So I’m trying to keep an eye open at all times. This is my watering hole and I refuse to be parted from it. I’ve managed to stay awake for 5 days now…not sure how much longer I can last but I refuse to end up in this place they speak of.
O! O hello! Sorry I didn’t see you there! I know, I know I have big eyes but you see I had a run in with a bee once and now I can’t see so well…and then that, well that combined with my gigantosaurus size means I find it so very hard to negotiate my way around. Are you staring at me? O! yes I think you are, I suppose you’re wondering how I got so large aren’t you? Well as you might of guessed by the end of my species name -osaurus, I am in fact an ancient dinosaur. I was just out for a morning walk one day stretching out my segments, they fold up a bit like an accordion when I sleep you see and it all gets a little uncomfortable by morning. Anyway where was I? O yes, so I was out for a walk with my friend Terry, who was a Triceratops when suddenly it got very cold and then that’s all I remember. Till the other week when a man called Sven found me and thawed me out. He looked a bit confused when I started to move and from what little Norwegian I understand he was harping on about it being like a creature out of something called Jurassic Park. The next thing I knew I was being put into a large box and onto this peculiar silver gigantosaurus that didn’t talk but he could walk on water very quickly. I had a quick read and this box I’m in says Destination: Narnia. I hope it’s nice there.
Why Hello there! My name is Frederick and as you have probably already guessed I am not the most conventional of Flamingo’s. You may be used to seeing my cousins roaming around and having a little paddle at the zoo or along a nice coast line somewhere with their pretty pink feathers. They get their cute Barbie pink colour from eating brine shrimp and blue-green algae and my gosh you just can’t shut them up, they just love to chit chatter and that’s why you always see them sauntering around in their hundreds. But I had to get away you see, I grew up with 151 female relatives you see and it was just too hard to deal with all that gossiping and scheming. So I just upped and left, heading North and hoping for the best. I found my self a quaint, private little watering hole. it was quite lovely and there was even tiny bearded man who was very dedicated to fishing, he never left! But then these other white birds with funny long birds just appeared and where like
‘hey this is pond’ I politely explained that I didn’t know what a “pond” was or how they could own it. They were very brash and told me it was private property so I said goodbye to the bearded man and left him a few feather to keep him warm in the decreasing temperatures. I son stumbled across a new watering hole which was simply ideal! I was surrounded by lots of small yellow birds whom were very quiet yet impressively friendly. People would just come hook them out of the water and a strange man, the owner of the other ducks was very taken by my presence and people started giving him little round shiny metal objects to look at me. We traveled all over and the friends people would feed me all sorts, my favourite was the blue stuff called candy floss. That was when my beak and face started to turn blue and I developed these odd black spots. I was severely depressed for a few days and the people didn’t come, even the little yellow birds drifted away from me but soon more people started to come see me than before and were very keen to feed me. I feel so loved in this place they call The Travelling Fare and soon I am moving to a new home with new friends called Narnia I believe. #excited!
Graduates of BA (Hons) Fine Arts at York St John University explore art in all its dimensions and across wide-ranging contexts. The works on the show are as eclectic as the artists who described themselves as
‘awkward, beautifully odd, temporal, financially screwed, eclectic, defensive, filthy, improvisative, creative.’
This Is Who We Are is the culmination of a 3-year academic, artistic and personal journey and represents the self as social and personal experience: the body’s journey through time and space, whether physical, historical, constructed, embodied or imagined.
We are the future cultural leaders, Turner Prize winners, Biennial-exhibitors, the eccentrics … We are young artists making our own scene in the historic setting of York.
We are the York St John Degree Show 2013.