Because there is work to be done.
I come back to you. butterflies and holding hands. You know the usual things about love and freedom.
Here is a painting I did recently. It was for my friend for christmas.
So I disappeared for a long time.
And I am so tired.
But my work is all in. Everything from here on in, until I enroll in a course next year, is for my own benefit (and possibly to send to this card company who have constantly open doors for artists to send in stuff).
I spent the last week and weekend doing very little sleeping and lots of work. I watched an obscene amount of television and movies on the weekend whilst working my heart out. To get back into the swing of these daily styles, have a quick recollection of the last week.
i am dead.
three weeks to finish off all my shit.
fuuuuuuuck.
on the bright side, in ceramics today we stuck little mirror squares on everyone, and it was fun. the end.
super cranky today.
Currently downloading “Something to write home about” by the Get Up Kids ’cause one of the sweet boys from Hellogoodbye Tweet’d “travishead Listening to something to write home about. This record helped mold me to who I am today”
my mate came over today, and she sung (wonderfully) and i played guitar (mediocre-ly)
it was fan-fucking tastic.
but my shoulder effing kills.
super love beams <3 kepai.
Had life painting today…. INTENSE.
Have had a fantastic day.
Lots of good weather. Picked up some books from the op shop that I’m sure will turn into exciting things. (for art, not for reading)
Rad time at school today.
Today I told a friend at school about this blog, and my what I wore today shit.
A while ago, when we started a new brief at school, I did a rant about how I didn’t want it to be a reflection upon myself, I didn’t want this “transition” that we had to do an artists book on, about myself – that I was over that, that was the sort of stuff I did enough of in year 12. My teacher proceeded to tell me that the first year of uni would have a lot of self reflection sort of work, I then told her, well I’d get to that when it gets here, but whilst having the choice I would rather not do anything that is a personal transition.
So I told lovely friend about these, and she brought up the conversation I had with my teacher, that I didn’t like “that sort of thing” – to my response was – “it’s not like that”. And I just wanted to point out that these “what i wore today” isn’t about self reflection – it’s mostly about practice. Drawing every day, drawing something that isn’t required for school. It gives me a theme to work on – and everything else is up to me. There is a certain level of discipline I feel more comfortable working under, and otherwise – I don’t even personally have to draw myself in it. I did today like that, because I thought I would include a reflective self portrait as well.
Also I feel like I should include that with the conversation I had with my teacher, stemmed from, my choice of what to make my Artist’s Book on – which was the story of Narcissus, who breaks a girls heart, and is cursed to fall in love with his own reflection – then turns into a flower (a daffodil). This is something I do not want to address with a personal spin. At all. Not in the slightest, as really – the ending is not as tragic as it could have been – Narcissus, instead of punished for being so self centred, and left to rot and be forgotten, has this myth of him, and flowers – flowers still around today, bright sunny bulbs, a constant reminder of Narcissus for those who know the story.
I’m a cheater. don’t tell anyone.
first day back at the school of stuff, where things should be stressful. also with a new printmaking teacher. my thoughts and feelings are remaining reserved – because in the end it hopefully is irrelevant, with her only officially taking me for one more class (because the end is nigh).
Expect common green pants almost every day, and let me introduce you to useless grey cardi – my cardigan – that is useless, and gray.
it is pulling a funny face.
