Creating something Vulgar

The definition of vulgar according to Google:

vul.gar

Adjective: 

1. Lacking sophistication or good taste; unrefined: "the vulgar trappings of wealth".

              

 2. Making explicit and offensive reference to sex or bodily fuctions; coarse and rude: "a vulgar joke".

Synonyms: common - coarse - rude - gorss - low - rough - plebeian

After the first meeting with my painting tutor it was decided that I needed to create something vulgar before I could then tame it. By making something vulgar I would be letting loose and by doing that supposedly making something that captured the energy and movement of gigs. However, one big problem hit me in the face as soon as I picked up my paint, I can't let go. I like control I thrive on it! I'm known as a control freak and the idea of making something vulgar went against everything inside of me. I love art work where other artists have made something rough and messy, I like the crash and demonic screams of heavy metal but I can't make something like that. I like smooth clean flowing lines and if I was composing music I like the sweet harmony of strings. So my first attempts at making something vulgar came out as controlled mess that resembled a flat black and turquoise box with bits of masking tape glaring at you as if asking you "what is my purpose here?". 

So I hit the creative wall quicker than I ever had. After sitting and staring at my failed mess with my music turned up my foot tapping I was suddenly hit with an idea. How can you capture and paint something you can't see? So I went shopping...

You are cordially invited to a paint party...

I decided to let the movement and energy capture itself. So I roped in some of my house mates covered my whole room (walls and floor) with plastic decorating sheets and then taped up red wrapping paper, lining paper and some cloth, got so paint ready, donned the painting suit turned the music up and had a party. Once all the paint had been thrown, splattered, smudged and slipped on and we were all covered in it as well we climbed out of the window into the yard (don't worry I'm on the ground floor so there is a drop of 50cm to the floor) and let the paint dry.

Not only did I get some amazing sources to work from I also opened up another path to explore. After we had finished our paint party our hands were covered in paint and it struck me, how many times have hands have been the only thing I can see at a gig now and again only catching brief glimpses at the stage. And covered in paint they seemed to be an interesting idea to explore.

Here are some photos of the paint party and some close ups of the outcome.

A lot of new paths for me to explore so time to get my paint brushes ready!