Friday, May 1, 2009
Nick Griffin's designs shortlisted for AGIdeas Newstar Competition 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Bipolaratic Art
It is true, I can't change the world. The meer thought of this is irrational in itself, however I can try to influence a few. By creating thought provoking art, emotional relfections and strong social comment, I am able to share my thoughts on the construct of the world with everyone who is prepared to listen.
In my mind, art is not about just creating images of beauty, or well executed images. It is much more than that extending in to pushing the boundaries of that which we perceive as rational and sane. Art should convey emotion, make the observer think, challenge their perception while saying something profound about the artists unique perspective on life.
My work is by no means art in the tradional sense. Most artists have a unique style and a way of expressing themselves. I have no specific style, rather the style is dictated by the message I am trying to communicate. As such, a lot of my work often looks like it has been done by different people. Perhaps this is becuase when I create a piece I can often be in a very specific state of mind. None of my pieces are the same, nor visually or the message trying to be communicated. They all act alone, and need not be viewed together in the same place or context.
To me, art and bipolar are intrinsically linked. By releasing my emotions and feelings into my artwork, I am somewhat freed of whatever weight I am carrying.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Self worth a poem written in depression

destruction of my belief
I lie here withering,
sickness within my mind
Reflection on my self
pressure of this earth
Questions spinning wildly
I am a puppet
a tool been hurt
No direction with no belief
A man without subjection
a creature defiant of existence
Perspectives all twisted
Raging anarchy of my identity
Faithless and bent flesh
A shell nothing more
My heart splits
Aches and stretches
Beat beat beat no more
friends and family dispell
Faith and perception
I am no more
Anger swells and whirls
violent hateful words
peace is never born
rejection is my erection
My mind society's whore