Claire Harris

Ask me anything   Legitimate artist


my new zine “L-D Fifty (50)” is out next week

Drawing with blu tack- this is rad as.


my new zine “L-D Fifty (50)” is out next week

Drawing with blu tack- this is rad as.

— 2 weeks ago with 25 notes
Loving Lindsay

Happy Birthday Lindsay Lohan, you hot mess

Love is private, personal, something you don’t really talk about outside of weddings, births, and occasionally funerals. Unless you want to be regarded with suspicion, or considered faintly ridiculous. Talk about love outside of the narrow social conditions where it is allowed to exist, and you risk making people uncomfortable, and nobody wants that.

But you start to really see the outline of this cultural discomfort about emotion when you put love next to an object that isn’t supposed to be loved. Put love next to something like a celebrity for instance, and you must surely be confusing it with some kind of debased, unserious fan-crush, the love of a brainwashed media dupe. And this all gets especially disconcerting when the celebrity you’re talking about is seen as a washed up train-wreck of a star like Lindsay Lohan: fandom is one thing, even some academics will argue that fandom can be empowering, aspirational, or even critical.

But there can’t really be anything positive or empowering to feel about Lindsay Lohan, and nothing critical, unless we’re talking about criticising her behaviour, or her latest look.

Say you “love” Lohan as some kind of ironic, winking pop culture reference without qualifying it and you’re safe. Or say you still kind of like her in a forgiving charitable way, because the idea of kicking someone when they’re down feels slightly wrong to you, or because all the criticism of Lohan starts to feel a little slut-shame-ey sometimes. But Love? Love is a bridge too far.

And perhaps  Lohan’s worst crime is appearing to love herself. Google Lohan even these days and you’ll find paparazzi photos of her blowing kisses, showng off her legs, giving a wildcat grin, or a come-hither wink. She doesn’t look the way a woman in the public eye is supposed to look: where’s the modest smile, the carefully managed style, the unassuming but figure-flattering pose? And she certainly doesn’t look the way a star after a series of scandals is supposed to look. Where’s the shame? Why does she even go around showing her face given all that is said about her? Could it be she doesn’t realise she’s falling apart, friendless, alone, underdressed and unemployable?

Happy Birthday Lindsay Lohan works to interrogate these gendered assumptions about when a woman should be visable and how she should behave in order to be socially acceptable. Claire Harris achieves this by turning our attention to Lohan, by framing her as an object of love and positive feeling, against the grain of contemporary media loathing and ridicule. But in doing so she also forces us to bear witness to her own love.

And this is what I find most challenging and thrilling about Happy Birthday Lindsay Lohan: the way it confronts cultural norms about the place of emotions and the everyday work of the performance of feeling. We trace a heart around the things and people we accept, but we rarely think about why or how we do this, or about what can get left outside those margins. Harris’ performance of Happy Birthday is a 24+ hour epic love letter to a reviled stranger, enacted every year for the past four years. Marathoning through every movie without stopping, including not just the lesser known but the less watchable, Harris offers a view of the labours of love: the uncomfortable, the grueling, the boring, and the endearing even after all this time.

Allison Maplesden


— 3 weeks ago with 4 notes
Fading in Hollywood: The familiarity of celebrity skin

Artists who engage with mass culture and celebrity absolutely adore the subjects and materials they work with. Warhol was astonished by celebrity - which explains his frequent whispered uttering of “wows”, “goshes”, and “gees”, when in the company of, or referring to his celebrity muses. But seldom do we recognize practitioners of fandom as affectionate and caring (albeit often anonymous) companions to the stars they worship. It is through genuine and sincere adoration that a fan humanizes the celebrity of their affection. The arcs of our lives are exaggerated in theirs – and their misfortunes or successes are ones the fan identifies as their own.

Episode four of Lindsay Lohan’s 2014 reality show Lindsay opens with a conversation between Oprah Winfrey and Lindsay’s mother Dina in the kitchen of their Rhode Island family home. In the previous episode – recapped at the start of episode four – a stern and solemn Oprah (who funds the show through her television network OWN) issued a tearful and anxious Lindsay an ultimatum for the show’s production regarding her recent behavior.

Lindsay had been pissing people off. Her manager was pissed at her for not getting his twice-daily five-minute alone time with Lindsay that he schedules for first thing in the morning and last thing at night. A team of photographers and stylists are also pissed because she’s running three hours late for a shoot (Lindsay left them waiting outside her new apartment and her sobriety coach was left to deal).  Oprah caught wind of Lindsay’s rising anxiety and tardiness and wanted to create some authentic ‘alone time’ with the Lohans to talk things out. Roll camera.

Soon after sitting down with Dina, Oprah is quick to summon Lindsay’s vices of alcohol, drugs, and lavish spending to the table for discussion – attempting to find out if Dina considers Lindsay’s slipping ‘togetherness’ at all alarming.  Referring to Lindsay’s Hollywood years, Oprah cuts in with “Were there days where you thought she wouldn’t make it?” Dina’s response is through tears “The more the press was saying she was going to be [another tragic Hollywood fatality] the more they were, like, putting that out into the universe. That’s what scared me the most. I knew that that could happen to her.”

Back in 2011, artist and die-hard Lilo fan girl Claire Harris also started to ‘put things out into the universe’ during the time of Lindsay’s highly mediated string of DUIs and decline into substance abuse. It was on the brink of Lindsay’s 25th birthday — while under house arrest and in the midst of what is widely considered as her darkest hours by her fans and followers – when Harris precisely correlated Lindsay’s age and body of work. Harris realised the run time of every feature film Lindsay had been in added up to exactly 25 hours and 15 minutes. A durational performance soon ensued at Mygalaxi Gallery in Wellington (NZ). On July 2nd 2011 (Lindsay’s Birthday) came the first iteration of Happy Birthday Lindsay Lohan in which Harris watched Lindsay’s movies back to back without breaking; gazing upon while simultaneously sending out well wishes to her beloved Lindsay as a birthday present.

The timing of Harris’ inaugural performance asserted that Lindsay’s media construct as a celebrity did not outweigh her all-too-human downfalls as an experienced and real person. Her first performance – like the three more that have followed - also activated the mutual gain of identity through identification that the devoted fan and all-too-familiar-celebrity persona binary establishes. It is within the nature of celebrity to return the virtuous and benevolent gaze of the fan, offering a kind of hyper-version of those who follow by expressing human potential and possibilities in the public eye. Harris’ purity of affection as a fan during this tumultuous time, and as a devoted member of the public realm, fulfilled her role in the possibilities of alleviating Lindsay existence as a human-commodity-turned toxic trash.

In ongoing iterations of Happy Birthday Lindsay Lohan Harris– through Warholian formulas of doublespeak and reflected reciprocation – highlights sensations associated with worship as sites that align fan, celebrity, and audience. The streaming image of Claire Harris the artist becomes the site of her own celebrity image. After all, the blueprint of celebrity is that of the fabled and mythical artist – remarkable as much as their potential is posed to be unattainable. Harris’ performances assert the artist as both reciprocal and exceptional being whose talents bridge and reflect the art of celebrity as images of our own design.

James Bowen


Fort Delta Art gallery and Project Space

— 3 weeks ago with 1 note
#happy birthday lindsay lohan  #Fort Delta 

Publication for HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDSAY LOHAN. Come celebrate the kick-off of Claire Harris’ marathon performance from 5pm tomorrow in our project space ⭐️🎬🍸


Publication for HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDSAY LOHAN. Come celebrate the kick-off of Claire Harris’ marathon performance from 5pm tomorrow in our project space ⭐️🎬🍸

— 3 weeks ago with 4 notes
Happy Birthday Lindsay Lohan is this Wednesday/Thursday!

Happy Birthday Lindsay Lohan is this Wednesday/Thursday!

— 4 weeks ago with 1 note
#happy birthday lindsay lohan 

Big Hell (2013) is a visualisation of my small town shame. A small town upbringing can teach a pattern of pre-empting surveillance and failure, and can become a sense of shame that draws attention to the banal inadequacies that probably go unnoticed in a more anonymous setting.

(in a similar way deliberate self harm can seek an audience to render pain into noble suffering, while hoping to avoid vocalising unacknowledged discontents in an environment where those very discontents are seen as shameful)

Originally commissioned for ‘Through the Keyhole’ at Enjoy Gallery, Wellington New Zealand.

— 5 months ago
#small town  #big hell  #angst 
FACETIME Licked Donnie Wahlberg poster 2013

FACETIME Licked Donnie Wahlberg poster 2013

— 6 months ago with 4 notes
#donnie wahlberg  #FACETIME 



Here are my sketches from when I was playing around with the new pens. All of them were very quick,so I can’t wait until I have a chance to actually spend a little more time with the brush pens in particular. 

Also I should probably learn how to clean up stuff in photoshop.


Is it just me, or are 2 and 5 Reagan?

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— 7 months ago with 5 notes
Dream home 2014

Dream home 2014

— 7 months ago