Showing posts with label arty farty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arty farty. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 September 2013

I Can Read.

Hello everyone, once again it has been a while. Since my last post I have moved back to university, survived over a week without internet and worked on my plans a little for what I want to work on this year (which is proving to be more difficult than I thought).

I have realised we rely a lot on the internet, too much in fact, without even realising it. We resorted to visiting the library more or less every other day to keep up with the outside world and get books. I didn't know it at the time, but it was a blessing in disguise. I had managed to start some reading, now the internet has come there has been minimal accomplished.

I suppose taking all these books out in the first place is an achievement in itself, I haven't done any 'arty farty' reading over the summer holidays like I should have (naughty me). Hopefully I'll get back into the swing of it before we start back next week, as well as getting ready for the making of some art. If I'm honest, I'm nervous about starting 2nd year... New people, new work load, new information to take in and I'm too easily distracted. How am I going to survive?!

It's going to take me a while to get through all these...

'Elephant Skull: original etchings' by Henry Moore

'Ways of Seeing' by John Berger

'Art Theory for Beginners' by Richard Osborne

'Practices of Looking: an introduction to visual culture' by Marita Sturken and Lisa Cartwright

'Drawing' by Philip Rawson

'Seeing through Drawing' by Philip Rawson

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Holiday Art.



I know it has been a while since my last post, but hello and thanks for sticking around. Be prepared for some appalling blog writing; I am a bit out of touch. The week before last I went on holiday with me nan to Eastborne. There was a definite lack of sunshine, although I still enjoyed myself. I thought I'd show you a few arty farty things I spotted whilst being away, as well as showing you my ability to take great photos (love a bit of blurring haha).

The first below photo is my first attempt at capturing the pier at night with its lights on. It looked lovely and made me smile. Lights are nice. I thought I had done well until I got back to my room and realised it was a huge fail.

The day after we went by coach for a day trip to Brighton and on the way we stopped at Beachyhead, however it was unbelievably foggy and windy that we didn't stop long. Just enough time to have a look round the information centre and buy a sheep. I was trying to capture a shrimpy thing, unluckily it was too quick for me, but I like the colours and shapes in the image. This is where the image at the top comes in, it's from Brighton, it was my favourite from the street art I saw that day. What a cheeky giraffe!

And of course, a holiday isn't a holiday unless you do a bit of shopping, so wrapped up in the rain the next day, we set off down town. After an ice cream and some chips, we ventured out on to the pier. At the entrance was the tiled star on the floor. The muddy footprints are of people now gone. You'd also think I'd learn that it's always windy out on them, but it still surprised me. My nan let me loose with her camera and later on regretted it. I take pictures of anything and everything. That night after tea and during the usual drivel for entertainment, I decided to be arty farty and take a couple of pictures of some sexy red cherries and yellow dots on a beermat that someone had left behind. I also had to include the Charles Darwin coin, simply because it's awesome and I have never seen one before.

Our final day was filled with bus travel. We started off by going on one of those open top sight seeing buses and I stupidly sat at the top. This made me unable to breath properly while we were moving and I got a massive knot in my hair which I had to pull out (ouch! - once again, due to the bloomin' wind). After we got off I noticed the cool graphics on the side, the seagull (who is clearly thinking 'damn, I'm fabulous!'), I wish I could design something like that and the beach chairs at the seaside. The final image is is a scribble that someone must have drawn on a beermat to see if their pen worked ready for bingo. I believe it looks like a foot and I named it 'At the end of my foot... 8-0.' It's a number call out in bingo and it always makes me giggle.

So there you go. My holiday ramble. I apologise that it's long and boring. I blame the fact I haven't blogged in a while. Forgive me? You're lucky I have a limit on the amount of pictures I can upload, I took loads (mainly of the sea - they more or less look the same haha). I may do another post about them, maybe, maybe not. We'll see how lazy I am.








Thursday, 21 March 2013

Rubbish Day.

Today has been bleurgh. I have spent hours reading arty farty stuff written by Donald Judd, Clement Greenburg and Michael Fried, to ‘help’ with my essay and guess what… I do not understand any of it. It has all merged together and I am confused. I feel so stupid! How have I made it this far in life?! This essay will be the death of me. Why did I not learn from my last assignment and start it sooner? There is a week until the deadline and I’m not feeling hopeful. We had a choice of 6 questions and I’m worried that I have chosen wrong. I thought I could handle the one I picked, but now I’m not so sure. What to do? I suppose I will just trundle on and hope for the best. What’s the worst that could happen? Other than failing. At least I will have tried, right? I am so tempted to change questions. I just don’t want people to be like “Oh, she’s copied us… Blah, blah, blah!”, because a few others have changed from a question that is much harder than the one I am attempting.

I just don’t want to fail.