By a printer.
By a printer with a scanner.
Thursday, 29 April 2010
Observations
This is a photograph of a page from my latest scrap book. It is about my Grandpa Bruce aka Gramps.
The text says: "This is my Grandpa Bruce. I actually love him but he fell out with me because I like socialism. He doesn't really get jokes. He is 80 years old and had a party. There was strippers and flamingos serving absinthe. He is a nutter."
Obviously flamingos didn't serve absinthe. And there wasn't a single stripper in sight. It would just be hilarious if that was truth.
Storying Sheffield
Storying Sheffield is potentially the best learning I have EVER done. We are working with residents from Sheffield who have not been to university and may not have had the chance to go. Students are working with these residents to produce stories, artifacts, pieces of art, film, recordings and so much more. This course is like no other in the country that I have heard of. There is so much beauty in it. 2 groups of people that would never meet have joined to make this fantastic team. University students have approached this course with such sensitivty and maturity. These people that we are working with are fascinating and have opened the students eyes wide. It has so much personality. And the beauty lies within the way we are working together, the home made feel of what we are producing, the love, care, and time that has gone into everything. What I have personally gained from it is so valuable. I am allowed to think creativly and without limitations. I am not judged for the strange way my brain works but instead encouraged. I have learnt so much about the way I work individually and with others. I have never enjoyed learning this much. It challenges me. I have also met the most interesting tutor I have ever come into contact with in all my years of education. A tutor that has the power to hold my attention and make me feel supported.
Above is some felt letters that I stuck to a piece of card. This took me ages because I kept getting the letters stuck to myself. I have now mastered the art of felt letters and super strong glue.
Below is a logo that I have made on my best friend 'Illustrator'. It needs touching up but I feel it represents the course.
We are having an exhibition of all the work.
I am helping to oversee the organisation and sorting out of the exhibition. I have been given the chance to exercise my skills like organising a group of people, delegating roles, etc as well as submitting some of my work and things. This project is so exciting. It makes me buzz.
Brackles
Nigel B.I.G
For Nigel's birthday I wanted to get a t-shirt with his face printed on it but ran out of time. Instead I made a medallion with his face on and attached it to a chain. I made different people wear it at different points throughout the night and took pictures of them wearing it. Initially it freaked Nigel out a bit. He now thanks me for doing it.
Nigel Medallions are not for sale but can be costumed made.
Nigel Medallions are not for sale but can be costumed made.
This is a photograph that I took at Big Chill of my best friend Nigel. He is really great. We have done a radio show on Tuesday nights together for the past year and a bit. We talk all sorts of stuff, mainly electronic music. We once had a 20 minute conversation about what seagull would taste like. And on Tuesday we talked for ages about the possibilty of chasing the end of a rainbow and fighting with Leprachaun's for the pot of gold.
Check our radio show, Tuesday Beats and Pieces (Tuesday Nights 9.30-11pm) out here:
Diagonal Thinking
News In: I am not just weird and a bit left like everyone thought. I am actually a diagonal thinker. I did a test on the IPA website and have a shiny certificate to prove it. I scored HIGH. I'm unsure whether this means that a VERY HIGH score was available, but i'll take HIGH. Apparently it means i'm very well suited to the advertising agency. Cheers IPA.
Mobiles
21
Geez. I'm 21. I had a meal with my family which resulted in potentially one of the best meals of my life. All sorts of debauchery, laughter, more laughter. MINT. Then the next night with a killer hang over and about 3 hours sleep I had a birthday party. It was an RnB feast for the ears. Loads of Mya, Usher, Tweet, 112, etc. It was amazing. I made some decorations for it. You know the paper chain people that you can cut out and they are all holding hands when you pull apart the paper? Well I did that. But they were paper chain people with a difference. There were men in top hats, kings, queens, mermaids, cowboys and more. I cut them out of white paper and stuck them on a black wall. It looked insane and I am a twat for not taking a picture. I have kept all the people that my friends decorated.
Above is a picture of most of my flat mates, my baby sister, myself and Will, Rob and Ben who all came up form Kent for the party. This was the best brithday present ever.
Milk Shelf
46% Recycled
We had a party back in October and the theme was making our clothes out of recyclable goods. We had some genius walk through our doors that night. Someone wore a box, another wore a suitcase, others were head to toe in bin bags and duck tape.
I decided to wrap the sofa and chairs in newspaper. I took this a step further and wraped my bed in cling film and tin foil.
Dave The Angry Ferret Pt.1
During Easter Break my friend James Kay caught some scally trying to break into his student abode in York. We had a chat about incresing security. The tyical options of digging a moat arose, guard dogs and I suggested firing really angry ferrets out of cannons to attack these breaker inners. As a result of this chat and bored with essay writing I started to make this story about an angry ferret named Dave. Part 2 will be available during the forthcoming essay/exam period.
Here are some reviews:
Dane Bowers: Really good. Cannot wait for the rest.
Timmy Dutch: Are you three?
Waterstones: 5 Stars
David Blunkett: Superb.
Kathryn Littlewood: Pissed my pants
Kathryn Littlewood: Pissed my pants
I'd like to thank my beautiful housemates for helping me get through the stress of writing with my left hand.
Washing
During an imagination exercise in class we were asked to do several things:
1) Imagine and draw our childhood room
2) Imagine and draw a room that we would like to write in
3) Imagine and draw/write about a person we don't know and create their story
4) Imagine someone we know and write/draw them
For the imagining a fictional character I was stuck. Then I caught a whiff of my hair and the conditioner I was using (fresh) and immediately started thinking about a washing machine. The coldness of the metal. The feel of when you run your hand along it, it sticks and stops. (that makes my toes curl). I imagined that this washing machine would be sad. Abused and damaged. That it would hate odd socks. Here is what I drew.
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
It's My Party
I've made a party political broadcast for an opportunity in Advertising. Mint. Vote at this link.
http://schoolcommunicationarts.com/party.html?sca/party/wwws
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