Student Life

So, I'm not the typical student. I haven't moved away, or chosen a big well known institute or even been to freshers.
That's because I don't feel like a student, I feel like I have been a student, partying and studying and being skint. I currently work roughly 18 hours a week and in uni roughly 16 hours a week. Leaving me with either no time  or no energy to do much else. If anything I feel like an pensioner!

Well there's my little moan for the day!

Now let us get down to the week's activities!

Life drawing - Enjoying it, you can just chill an get on with it. Yes there's a naked woman stood in front of you but after a while you don't even think about her being naked! An I'm finally starting to get the proportions right so she doesn't have creepy short legs!

 

Art History - Well the pictures say it all really. I struggle to pay attention therefore leading to some interesting but ultimately not helpful notes.

Digital Art - Had one lesson, couldn't use photoshop, printed a picture. Then copied and stylised said picture. Not much to say but here is an unfinished piece anyway! (Caravaggio - The Incredulity of Saint Thomas)

Studio Work - I'm not actually sure what our project is called but it's been kinda random to tell you the truth! Drawing several pictures of different places then placing them together to make a large unusual picture. We have just started to make sculptures from our drawings. It's all very abstract and strange, I'm not really sure that I like it yet!

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, I was an avid writer. I would sit for hours making up stories about talking pigs and toys coming to life, writing my own little story books. I was convinced that I would become an author. But one day something changed, an I lost the ability to put my imagination to paper. The stories are still there and any one who knows me will confirm I have some weird tales that I spew out every so often. But nothing gets written down anymore. And this saddens me. However something new happened, I began to paint and sketch and create physical models. I had changed my medium, I had transitioned from a caterpillar writing stories to a butterfly creating art. I'm not saying I'm gods gift to the art world but it's a change that has  made me happy. Don't get me wrong, I definitely miss writing or else I wouldn't be here, it's just when words escape me simple marks and dabs on paper or walls or canvas (or anything!) help me express the emotions I just can't say. I have found that in the past 5 years my art has been dark, and it was at its darkest when I was at my darkest, feeling I was trapped with no release. Now days I'm not so bad, but as my mood drops my drawing becomes more Poe-ish. Ravens and hearts beating below floor boards kind of thing.

Anyway, I'm now babbling, it's late and I have been awake for 17 hours. So bed beckons so I can do it all again tomorrow. 

Hopefully another post tomorrow, a more coherent one about my first week at university.

But for now I bid you adieu.