aaron broadhurst

Monday’s always a shit day in the studio — takes ages to crank up to speed again.
So today I actually twiddled with something useful.
You may have noticed that there’s a new link, up at the top, to a page of and about my recent work.
It’s a bit of a cliché to say that the web is [...]

I don’t understand — why does everything I make look like it floated to the surface of a nightmare, crawled off the screen of a horror film, has been buried alive?
It’s not as though I do it on purpose.
Someone once said of a portrait of them, that I’d made them look like a monster — was that really how I saw them?
I thought it looked noble and serene.
What do I know?
I used to stitch manikins into freshly-flayed skins and then [...]

It was going to be so easy: an ”About” page that sketched out where this work was coming from, what I was getting at, where it was going.
I had it all planned out. It had taken ages. It was all part of this “re-engagement” — after all: it’s about time people started to see this bloody stuff.
All these sort of mind-mappy diagram things [...]

Nothing to say really – just wanted to post the image.
So wrapped up in this development; less focussed on the specifics of physiognomy, more on feeling.
Sleep.
Really ought to put up more of those recent images so you can make sense of where this has come from and some sort of “About” stuff to provide a [...]

Hmmm … intriguier and intriguier, said Aaron.
Thought I’d better post this immediately as we have a little window in our lack of interwebs webbynets – the granite must be radiating on a different astral plane or we’re in the eye of some cosmic electromagnetic storm, man … or somefink.
Hmmm … got somewhere to go next [...]

Our connection to the rest of the world is even more tenuous than usual … can’t seem to hold a connection.
Dearest BT, I am happy to subsidise the lovely affluent alphas of the metropolis so they can have spiffy 24 Mbit broadband. Delirious.
All I ask is a measly 340 kbits. I don’t mind if it [...]

Aaagh … make me a stone …
A deaf stone … with no sense of smell.
Four burly little gnomes have just arrived. They’re scraping the yard with a monster squeegee – this is a good thing.
Now, they are prodding and poking, sexing and weighing the poor beasts.
Farming is well weird.
I’d guess that at this point, denial [...]

Just act as though nothing’s happened. No-one will notice.
Been busy inventing a new medium, new genre, new technique, new aesthetic, new something. Or re-inventing the wheel — we’ll see.
I remember reading somewhere ages ago about how to get rich and famous; as an artist. Particularly rich; money being an issue, OK. Think it was Robert Rauschenberg; it was certainly about him.
The idea was that you first had [...]