Epic Times

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.