is singing The Same Old Lines on Resonance FM on Monday 7th December at 4:30pm, repeated on Friday 11th December at 7:30pm
is showing holding this objecty in a group exhibition at Sopro-Projecto de Arte Contemporanea, Lisbon, opening on Thursday 10th December and
made ARTIST BOOKS with antepress at The Whitechapel Gallery on Thursday 19th November and
had a conversation about CAFE TROJAN HORSE at Goldsmiths on Friday 20th November and
showed This works at The Mews on Saturday 21st and
read This works with antepress at Volatile Dispersal: Festival of Art Writing at The Whitechapel Gallery the same evening and
is studying on the MFA Art Writing at Goldsmiths and
is thinking about older projects from 2009, 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005 and
2009:
CAFE TROJAN HORSE, Exhibition, The Gallery, Goldsmiths, London
The Drawing Salon, The Mews Project Space, London
Long Story, Short Notice, Exhibition with Joe Watling, STORE Gallery, London
KOMME, Exhibition and Performance, IMA, Berlin
FormContent
The ICA
The Art Car Boot Fair
Paradise Row
Project Space 176
CAFE TROJAN HORSE, Exhibition, The Gallery, Goldsmiths, London
The Drawing Salon, The Mews Project Space, London
Long Story, Short Notice, Exhibition with Joe Watling, STORE Gallery, London
KOMME, Exhibition and Performance, IMA, Berlin
FormContent
The ICA
The Art Car Boot Fair
Paradise Row
Project Space 176
Photobooth Project
I asked various strangers to sit for a photo with me in a photobooth in Berlin. I'm still not sure how to show the photos, as i am still seeking permission from all of the sitters.
'Market Research' Performance, ICA Reading Room, July 2009
When invited to present a talk on my work at the ICA, i proposed a performance for thirty people, seeing them individually over a five hour period. The participants were each asked ten questions, which i typed up in the shape of different letters onto double carbon-copy paper. The participants each received the original copy of the page, the carbon copy of which was stuck to the wall of the Reading Room for the reminder of the exhibition Poor.Old.Tired.Horse (23rd August 2009). The answers were also read by myself, for a recording that was broadcast on Resonance 104.4FM on the 3rd August, 4:30pm (repeated 7th August, 7:30pm).
The Invitation:
The Questions:
The pages:
'Venus' Performance, Making Mistakes at Paradise Row, London March 2009
Below: Work i made during a 'Woman'-themed performance evening, where i made 30 pages of text in the shape of the Venus symbol. Some were commissioned for specific people, in return for £3 (drawing number three), some 'No.7' mascara (drawing number seven), a key in the shape of Venus, etc. Others were just my passing thoughts and ideas.
Long Story, Short Notice
Patrick Coyle & Joe Watling
STORE Gallery, 12 Jun — 20 Jun 2009
Press Release (click for larger image):
Installation view:
STORE Gallery Website
Patrick Coyle & Joe Watling
STORE Gallery, 12 Jun — 20 Jun 2009
Press Release (click for larger image):
Installation view:
STORE Gallery Website
Plastic Pavarotti
'Luciano Pavarotti in The London Paper'
Plasticine, 2007
7cm x 7cm
Private Collection
"Real" Triptych (real ones, real thing, real love)
(From an email i received on 22/04/08 advertising 'replica' rolex watches)
(The Coca Cola slogan)
(A song by John Lennon)
typewriter painting story
1. I dropped my typewriter on my tray of watercolour paints and wrote this to check it still worked:
2. Then, while painting, the tray began to leak, so i put it on a piece of paper, which left this shape:
3. Then the watercolour water seeped through the paper, which was on my clipboard, leaving this shape:
2. Then, while painting, the tray began to leak, so i put it on a piece of paper, which left this shape:
3. Then the watercolour water seeped through the paper, which was on my clipboard, leaving this shape:
another note - barista love
Found note: March 2007. In a puddle on Hoxton Street, London.
“You are precious and float along like liquid chocolate. You made my time making coffee about life and not coffee. I love you.”
“You are precious and float along like liquid chocolate. You made my time making coffee about life and not coffee. I love you.”
found brain wood
13/06/08
I am walking down laburnum street in the rain again and I see this piece of wood and begin to think about what the rain had done to this wood and then about how I first drew people’s brains down this road. Begin again. I am walking down laburnum street and even though I am home now writing now right now I am still thinking about what I first thought when I first begin to think when I first saw the wood that I didn’t saw, and why someone else cut the wood in this way like a site for sore eyes. Fore sore four score and thirty thirsty first Thursdays like today. Begging again. a thirst for brains and drawing them and drawing a note and carrying a tune and how you can take a note of something and the difference between that and taking note of something, and then of course you could take a new tune note or not, or you could take coke through a note, alternatively. Begin again for a thurd turd time. Or is this a fourth score? So the rain made you this way? I miss you so much and I can’t bear this time away. This pain. This bread. This loaf. Use your loaf. A heart. A home. A brain. The nerve. I am home again, with this piece of wood, which I carried here all the way from laburnum street. On my way back, between there and here, I found this blunt Browne pencil advertising fine wood goods. When I got home, my phone had died. It is just me and the woods now, and the trees I can’t see.
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