DECEMBER 2019

Rochelle Asquith

Mary by Rochelle Asquith, ink on paper, 2019

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A Part of Me by Rochelle Asquith, ink on paper, 2019

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New Year’s Resolution by Rochelle Asquith, ink on paper, 2019

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Thinking of You by Rochelle Asquith, ink on paper, 2019

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Mr Ghost by Rochelle Asquith, ink on paper, 2019

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Why do people keep telling me I don’t exist? by Rochelle Asquith, ink on paper, 2019

PROGRESS…

NOVEMBER 19

How to Be Magic – it’s here!

After many long hours of drawing and pouring every inch of detail and good stuff I could into this mini zine, it’s here and available (to buy, that is). And you can buy it here!

Here’s the cover, and a preview of two of the pages…

Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it. Anyway, I’m off to make more stuff and drink milkshake. See you soon!

OCTOBER 19

How to be Magic | COMING SOON

A mini-zine handcrafted by Yours Truly. A scientifically factual statement of precisely how to be magic* accompanied by illustrations.

*that isn’t true at all, please don’t sue.

SEPTEMBER 2019

The Exposure Note

Let me start off by saying this: I have been paid to write. And it felt great. I actually cried the first time a cheque cleared that I had earned by writing. It was a great feeling; being one step closer to fully supporting myself by doing what I love. It wasn’t long (literally about 22 hours) after that moment that I was asked to work for free – or as they put it, exposure. This wasn’t new to me at all, but there was a tiny (read: massive) part of me that hoped the ball would just continue rolling once I’d started being paid, and it wouldn’t be long before I was making a sensible amount of money.

Still, if all the exposure I’ve been paid in actually converted to pounds, I’d be able to move out of where I currently live, stop being such a burden on my parents, and buy my dream home further in the North and live the wistful, care-free life I’ve always wanted. Yet alas, exposure does not convert into literally any currency, and here I am, mostly penniless. And when I am paid, it isn’t a decent rate. Like, at all. I barely make minimum wage most of the time. Actually, all of the time.

I know it’s boring to hear artists talk about how little they get paid, especially when massive blockbuster movies make billions of dollars and there are actors who could end poverty with their salaries alone. But there are far too many artists (like myself) who cannot afford rent, and one ends up in this strange position where one can’t afford not to work for free, because funnily enough, proper exposure is useful, and if you don’t get exposure, no one will ever hear about your work and then no one will ever support it, especially if you work in the visual arts. But it must be noted that I wouldn’t need to get exposure if I got paid, because if I was getting paid, the problem would be solved. You only start accepting exposure as payment when it becomes the only way to get your work ‘out there’.

So without further ado, I have created the exposure note which can be issued as an actual honest representation of what you’re paying artist if you are the sort of person/brand/company/dream crushing factory who pays by exposure and not by actual money. And because I don’t have much money in the first place, there’s nothing I can do other than satirise this problem with art. If I had Banksy’s level of exposure (ha ha) I’d shred something valuable, too, and make a poignant remark on the value of art and labour whilst taking the mick out of super rich people, but I don’t have that. I have some paper and pens, supplies of which that are quickly running dry. And a very squishy cat.

Anyway, here it is…

EPSON MFP image

SKETCHBOOK #2

Sketchbook, ROchelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith

Sketchbook, Rochelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith

Sketchbook, Rochelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith

Sketchbook, Rochelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith

Sketchbook, Rochelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith

Sketchbook, Rochelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith

AUGUST 2019

There’s no roundup of art this month, for many reasons, involving a camping trip, lack of pens and ink, and a general feeling that August seems to have slipped through my fingers before I’ve even realised the month has started and now ended. This whole month has been like that feeling, when you get to 4pm and realise you’ve done nothing all day. Douglas Adams called it ‘Farnham’. (I’m still unsure as to whether Farnham is a verb or a noun, or a funny pun based on the Australian singer. Will report back as soon as I know.) And, to be honest, I’m not really sure what I’m doing with this website, or what I want to post on it. Anyway, this month hasn’t been completely fruitless. I have drawn some things, I’ve taken some time off and come back full of inspiration and all lovely things, and been asked to curate the first volume of a magazine. So that’s something. I have become hooked on Philosophy Tube, too, but that’s not entirely relevant. Here are some pictures of the ocean. Someone once said to me, “salt water is the cure for everything: tears, sweat, or the ocean.” He wasn’t trying to be profound but that phrase found its way into the part of my brain reserved for Profound Things like Oscar Wilde quotes and songs by Bon Iver. And that quote lives there too. I hope you’ve had the most wonderful August and will go on to have an even better September. This time next month there will be art!

Kirkstall Art Trail 2019

Kirkstall Abbey’s 2019 art trail was a success! I was situated in a little pub, a 10 minute walk away from the historic Abbey, and I shared a corner with a very talented illustrator called Sophie (from Cat and Pencil). The weather was warm, the drinks were poured, and inspiration was passed around like it’ll never run out. A massive thank you to everyone who came along and took interest in what I do… You’re a part of my big surrealist dream now. Don’t worry, it’s nice and there’s loads of room.

JUNE/JULY 2019