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I might look tough and bulky but I have got feelings you know. You've tried on my cousins, my aunt. Even my brother and he's not at all supportive. When is it my turn to be chosen. I want to see the world, I can be there for you. I wont let your ankle roll, not like my brother, he's faulty. All day everyday. On and off, never quite right.

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ROSA

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ROSA

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My object is one of my grandads ormer shells which I took with me. (It is a bit rambly sorry)

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I was sat in the corner being fucking useless. 
I tried my best to not be sad as I know I’m wonderful and I smell great. I asked Tala the teapot what to do as he gets used everyday. His response was ‘get a grip’. Anyway yeah, I reckon its because I don’t have a handle as to why I don’t get used. 

* 5000 inanimate object years later  *

OMFG AHHHH OUCH OUCH OUCH
Okay I lied, I’m so glad I don’t get used. Tala never told me how cultish the whole experience is. I have foil and hot coals dumped on my head and I’m just meant to tolerate it so the elders can have a nice smelling house? Well um, fuck off is what I say. 

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No more LEUNG CHA!

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fragmented american connection to culture

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Jasmin - Abdallah

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Image made for story

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sophie w

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we have a song about kotatsu and a cat in winter

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we have a song about kotatsu and a cat in winter

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Rosie's yorkshire puddings

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Something I really love about the Finnish passport is that in the corner, on each page, there is a moose, which is a common animal in Scandinavia. When played like a flip book, you get a little animation!

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yena

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alyaa

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taking a bag of rice into a new home brings good luck.

It also give me so much nostalgia and a warm reminder of home :)

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The way of wearing it
pray for safety, health and happiness.
(and the alarm sound outside)

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sophie w

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Hot summer. Everyone preparing for a winter. In our big garden there is a pear tree near the gates ,and the road which leads to the house. When pears are getting mallow they are falling on the ground. When my father is coming back by car from work , he always crashes the fallen pears on the road. Because of that a lot of liquorish wasps are coming from neighbourhood . My sister is terrified by them. So she never goes out during the summer. Because during the summer pears are always falling and my father always crashing them from his way back to home.

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karenza - SAS hoodie

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Charlotte Wood - rubbings of object

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i wanted to try printing with the binder itself to show the physical reality of it and relate it to the compression it creates

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Can you see them now you’ve read me?

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lucy owl gift

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Fireplace

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I was dreamed up in the head of a weedy DJ and realised in a factory somewhere in England. Things deteriorated when I was bought as a gift and handed back freshly unwrapped on account of my looks - I’m an acquired taste but aren’t the all the best things? I was deemed lucky by a half witted sock-wearer - some have greatness thrust upon them - and found myself worn only on special occasions, which are few and far between. I pitied my wearer and tried to muster up as much good fortune as I could but a drivers license, successful flight, and an enviable job just wasn’t enough. I’ve grown spiteful and sour, and I’m bobbling round the heel; the beginning of the end. My luck is all used up! 

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I was dreamed up in the head of a weedy DJ and realised in a factory somewhere in England. Things deteriorated when I was bought as a gift and handed back freshly unwrapped on account of aesthetics - I’m an acquired taste but aren’t the all the best things? I was deemed lucky by a half witted sock-wearer - some have greatness thrust upon them - and found myself worn only on special occasions, which are few and far between. I pitied my wearer and tried to muster up as much good fortune as I could but a drivers license, successful flight, and an enviable job just wasn’t enough. I’ve grown spiteful and sour, and I’m bobbling round the heel; the beginning of the end. My luck is all used up!

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She takes me from the photo booth again, with her friends with different clothing. Last time she've got some flowers. Maybe that day was her birthday.

It's been a long time that she take my prints, since she and her friends were middle school students? I don't know. I know none of them wear the school uniforms anymore. Oh, Their high school uniforms were all different. It was interesting. Anyway, me and my prints are stay in her box.

Some of them are pinned on the board, and some are stick on her phone case, memory stick, laptop, wallet.

Sometimes she use one of me as a bookmaker. And sometimes just look at me. Because some faces are not seen on any version of me anymore.

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It could come from everywhere. Every moment I was with someone special, I had one little doll to remember the place. Small dolls are small enough to hold in my hands. Some are made of smooth cloth, and others are made of rough cloth. Each catches my eyes with their cute looks. Most of these are on the piano in my room and kept in their respective places. Some of them are made of key rings, so they are hung together in my bag or things as special as they are. Every time I see them, the key dolls remind me of those memories again.

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Hi there.
I am a coin.
100 won.

I am in a wallet
which is in a pouch
which is in a trunk
which is in a cabinet
which is in the airplane.

I have been in the wallet
for over 10 years
I am from Korea
but not at home for over 10 years.

I don't know where I'm going now,
But I'm pretty sure
that I won't be pulled out of this comfy wallet.
Because I have been always in the wallet,
and the wallet is my another home.

I have been always a foreigner,
But never an outsider.
Because although I am different,
I am still in the wallet.

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TASK 2
"Okkk… that was really fast. I’m all shaken up, I should have been used to that almost a year after being bought. I got also covered with mud which is just troublesome for everyone. So the horse that is wearing me on his head is all white what leaves contrasting fur on me. He just ran really fast to the person at the end of the paddock. It’s quite hot, I prefer snowy winter thou. So I in fact have a perfect point of view to the people working with me. It would be great thou to be taken off and put on a fence more often as then I could admire all the horses outside. I’m very useful I have to admit. I’m used in order to change the horse’s location, from stables to outside, taken for a walk, for a training. And now I’m following the human everywhere, the horse is listening to all of her orders given with voice only which is quite magical and took some time to achieve."

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Grandma poured even more handfulls of me into the  pot ,  it makes sense of course , I am integral to any dish, without me would food even be food ? . One family member shouts at the old woman " Dont you remember what the doctor said !?  your 70 ! want another heart attack? "

The old  lady scoffs, " Id rather eat good and die happy , than die misserable and  starving " as she poured another fistful of me into the pot of delicious chicken stew

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Hendrix / Band of Gypsys Record

After 3 weeks of solitude, sandwiched between Deep Purple and Aladdin Sane, I’m once again hoisted up, my casing unsheathed and myself placed on the spinning circle. This time was much less careful than usual - the imbecile took no care for fingerprints and as always didn’t bother giving me a clean (only the human at the other end of the shop does that.) There was no thoughtfulness in the needle placement and within a few seconds I had already gained another scar from the lack of care. But it was a warmth to hear Jimi rip into solo once again. I observed this listener intently, observing when he took surprise in a drum fill, or closed his eyes to let Jimi’s guitar envelop him. The way the eyes widen at a certain chorus, or the slight head bob to a particular rhythm.

But there was nothing.

This listener stood dead still, switching song every few seconds, each with another gouge to mark me forever, and without any hint of enjoyment or satisfaction. A moment later another human appeared behind him, carrying what looked like another £2 drum and bass record.

“Take that old stoner crap off and have a listen to this” he said.

“Yeahhh you’re right”, my listener responded “it’s £18 anyways”. And with that the needle was scraped across my first few songs, leaving the deepest scar I now possess. The deepest before that was from a hippie party in 1971 where I saw everyone dancing to Jimi’s solos. I guess times have changed...

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American identities

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I am born raw
They burnt me.
Ow.
I made friends.
We’re having a bath.
I’m drowning
They are chopping me
I’ve been eaten
I’m being digested
I’ve been excreted
Flush.

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These bones have rested here for some time.
Warm hands bring me back to life.

While parts of me remain, others leave the island that day, in the palm of her hand.

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These bones have rested here for some time.
Warm hands bring me back to life.

While parts of me remain, others leave the island that day, in the palm of her hand.

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I only have two sides, but many purposes. Hard and course, smooth and dense. But only- if you know where to find me.

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Jo Roberts

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I have a very different life now. I no longer hear the lapping of waves, I don’t taste the salt of the sea.

I had a friend, they used to carry me across the rocks so that I could see the view. But they were too soft, and the sea birds would try to pick on them. It was my job to be their shield.

There were many just like us in our pool by the sea, but we never really spoke. It was quite peaceful.

I had never expected things to change. They got to my friend, who I’m sure was eaten by birds. I thought I would fall to the ocean, roll along the sandy bed for a while, and then decompose. But I’m still here.

They coated me in polish and I shine beautifully. I suppose I was not as good a shield as I thought I was. I am very pretty now, but I’m empty.

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Hopefully I have interpreted the breif correctly. Essentially, I would like to explore a past interest of mine, a deep love for the natural sciences and how for a long time that interest intercepted a love for criptids and conspirasy theory. I have chose a fake T-rex tooth I got from a museum in oxford when I was 8 as it represents my long love for natural science as well as an interest in the unknown world of nature and how people interpret it. While this interest in now way is an endorsement of these beleifs, however, I would like to explore them as they resonate with me on a personal level.

This is a gif of me as a kid pretending to be some bird monster by putting the tooth in my mouth to resemble a beak beacuase I was weird like that don't think too much about it.

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protective talismans

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I'm a special sale palette on the rack, and waiting for someone to take me back home for months. My colours are wired and not easy to handle, because they are in neon yellow, neon pink, neon blue......, all the colours are in neon. Even make-up artists will not like me. So I'm not welcomed by everyone in the drugs store.

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I'm a book. A small book. I am proud of my size. Because lots of books are heavy, but I'm so small and thin, so I'm very light. In old times people carried me in their Kimono's sleeve. Everyone calls me 'Mama-hon'. Mame means bean in Japanese. It may means I am as small as beans.

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Don't give me away

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I was carved out of oak by an old white haired man with weathered tools and given as a  gift, I was packed gently and flown thousands of miles from where I was made and now I sit on a shelf, but still hold fond memories of where I came from. One day maybe ill sit next to the others given as gifts in different sizes and colours.

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I feel coffee and tea, red wine and whisky, maybe some soup if its cold. They wash me time after time. Its been 13 years, why the hell do I still smell?

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I think ancestral rites in South Korea shows patriarchal tradition. For example, the eldest son can do this ceremony on behalf of his family. Also, in in process of the rites, men play a leading role.
However, in my family, we have a little bit different convention. I have a younger brother and he should be the first in the rites according to Korean tradition.
However, I always the first person who gives drinks to my grandfather grasping these cup and saucer in his memorial ceremonies. It seems a very small thing to someone but I know it is not an ordinary thing to many women in Korea. 

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I have always been not far from the coast till now, on the worksite or by the smoky bonfire. 30 years of coastal dust, now this – a hardwater wash and the salt is replaced by lime. When the sea is far away you feel it pulling, but gently, like loose elastic. Or a thread caught out on the washing line.

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I have always been not far from the coast till now, on the worksite or by the smoky bonfire. 30 years of coastal dust, now this – a hardwater wash and the salt is replaced by lime. When the sea is far away you feel it pulling, but gently, like loose elastic. Or a thread caught out on the washing line.  

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'I thought I was being borrowed along with the rest of the lord of the rings books, but borrowing turned into borrowing for an extended length of time and soon the books passed out of all knowledge until when chance came, the books ensnared a new bearer'

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My object is a leaf boat which my grandfather made it nearly 6 years ago. I remember that day I went back to my hometown Chongming Island ( part of Shanghai) with my grandfather. He picked a long green leaf, tore a hole on it and rotated it into the hole. Then he put it on the river, we watched and saw it sank. Then my grand father made me another leaf boat and I put it in my bedroom, however, I lost it when I moved to a new flat. And my grandfather and the leaf boat become a memory forever.

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Lucy owl perspective

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Each day thousands and thousands of visitors, spectators, creators, artists, old and new, happy and sad. All walk in and around exhibitions and galleries all over the world. Gaining inspiration, ideas, knowledge, passion and desire. The world's most beautiful art is hung, placed, set-up and made in many different locations all over the globe. In Amongst this phenomenal, striking, vibrant, intriguing and lovely art. I sit there, in the shop, with my middle finger up. Cracking a smile on someone's face.

The Wooden Hand

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My object is a sunflower. I chose this because it reminds me of my childhood. I was born in Kazakhstan and a lot of my family had countryside houses and farms and grew various flowers. Sunflowers was one of my favourite flowers. Once the sunflowers finish growing, we’d snack on the sunflower seeds.

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"please give me to mum to wash, i smell bloody awful... and please - no more spins on the roundabout, can we take a break and go on the swings for a bit? um, no... i would not like a sip of your apple juice, i'm a toy horse, i don't even have a mouth??"

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Every  year they hope. "Mayo for Sam" "This is our  year" As much I love being waved with such energy I know  they will be disappointed once more. I have not been waved in victory since 1952. Not since the curse. That fateful day I was flying from the roof of the players car when they broke unspoken rules. Call it an old superstition if you will but we all know that the  football curse of 1952  will  hold strong.

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People around me telling stories. Crying laughing, sharing time. They take sips of me as I wash down the jam, the cream, the cakes. 5, 10, 15 faces surrounding the table I’m placed on. From cold, rainy Breezes to sea breezes and the sun beaming. Woollens to florals. Faces withered to fresh. Time passes and the people change but Sunday comes and here I stay on my white cloth, ironed and laid beneath me.