Thursday, 27 December 2012
I received inks for the printer [very welcome] book tokens [even more welcome] and an excellent book The Naked Nude which contrasts the traditional painted perfection with contemporary contradictions, wonderful pics.
Also 2 CDs for the car, belatedly Blunderbuss and the newer Alabama Shakes, which should cheer my chug into college on cold and misty mornings.
Plus the jumper from The Killing/Faroe Islands [blue with grey snowflakes]. I know!! however it is wearable and warm and a possible family heirloom?
I am still working on the sketch book for my Drawing assignment [due Jan 7th - too far away to panic yet] but have discovered a recipe for crocheting Beanies; daughter and I now have a purple one each, and g'son a stripey one.
Now onto black one for g'sons's dad, he won't wear anything but black.
It is very satisfying as I can crochet them in an evening or so, while catching up on all the Xmas TV. Disappointed with most of it, but Outnumbered was good I thought, [as close as I want to get to Noro-virus] and Eastenders was it's usual headbanging self.
Downton tried to get a dozen story lines in a pint pot, Miranda was daffily amusing and reruns of Modern Family were very acceptable, as I missed them first time. Saw bits of the Hitchcock drama, but found it too disturbing, in several ways.
Rain is still raining, as everywhere. The puddles in the road are quite deep now and beginning to join up, but not as terrible as the floods in the West country. I have lit the fire and shall go and read one of my new books now [with pages]. xx
Friday, 21 December 2012
You will remember that the sculpture mission was to design something to go on the empty plinth. Here are some of my cohort's offerings.
various I think you will agree. I got a lot of stick from making quite a lot, but it is my fave, and I want to continue, have to make some impact as I am only part time. Tutor seemed quite pleased with us, however on my feed back tutorial he quoth to me, well you have been in education, so you know how to play the game. Not quite the enthusiastic rave response I was hoping for.
D did the most startling 3 wall projection, exploration of domestic violence titled Home Front - photos of plastic soldiers placed in combat positions all round her home, played with martial music and appropriate quotes flashing up. Really impressive. Makes you proud.
Wednesday was the final Drawing session, Mike the Model with balloons. Afterwards we went into the park where M was to walk towards us throwing balloons in the air......sadly few of us realised that only helium balloons float upwards, so it was a bit of a disappointment, but a laugh too.
Holidays now till February, these undergrads get long hols it seems. Have homework however.
Friday, 14 December 2012
A busy week as we have final assessments for Sculpture and Photography next week.
The Drawing assignment is a "Journey" of course, but we have the option of an extension till after New Year. This may or may not be a good thing. I have taken rusty bits and marked papers, and now have to make a sketch book to accompany. This is a bit daunting, starting any new note/sketch book is such a leap, I will need to give myself a good kick to get started.
I finally got going on the photography section when my tutor advised concentrating on something I was really interested in, rather than just an exercise; plus I started to look at other artists with similar preoccupations to me...........
so I went for pics of old ladies, probably older than me as I am still in the phase of "no, don't take my picture I look too old" There seems to be a line where you maybe get too old to worry. Or is that an extension of the theory I had when I was young .....when I am 23 I will be really grown up.......or when I am 35 i will be so old I should probably shoot myself.So a couple of ladies of my acquaintance agreed to help, and with a little photo shopping of text I am attempting to examine the required "Journey" - to Oblivion...........that waits for us all
Along with my Strange Fruit shtick I have spread into Burnt at the Stake, - then to self immolation and suicide bombers - Happy Xmas everyone.
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Allegedly the University gave the local council a patch of land in exchange for re-tarmacking the student car park. Some where in the negotiations a large granite plinth appeared and was placed by the council on the edge of the car park.
Can't say I have ever noticed it, but as I have neither driven nor walked into it, I must have registered it's presence in some way.
The object has been adopted by the Fine Arts dept, with some misgivings, but much glee [mixed feelings depending what kind of tutor you are] and now all us poor students have to design suitable, or more likely unsuitable, objects to go on top.
Presumably someone from real life and with more clout will eventually get the gig.
So first morning we had to make a small model of the granite block.........accurately.
I find measurements an arcane art that is not included in my skill set. Specially where saws and nails are involved. I quickly tried to get round the problem by choosing some kind of plastic wood that I could stick together. Admittedly things did go wrong in that my measurements did not make allowance for the thickness of the wood when constructing, but the tutor is a kind man and whipped them thru the Big machines again till they looked more agreeable to each other.
Lots of glue filled gaps I found.
We watched a welding workshop, always wanted to do this, but now not so sure, it does seem to need a steady hand and eye and metal toed boots and a big Darth Vador mask, worrying.
Have been looking at the town history for research ideas, but have already decided public sculpture is not for me, altho the presence of Coprolite St nearby has led me to design a giant turd to sit on top of the plinth as one suggestion .
The camera session was very long and equally demanding, originality is demanded but it's all been done before.......it feels exciting but at the same time I doubt I will prove equal to it, F numbers come in the same black hole as measurements to my brain.
We were guided by the little camera technician - it all made some sense till he stopped talking.
He said at one point he was 5'7", same as me; I am a tall woman, but he is a small man. Strange.
Be Ambitious is the tutors cry.
Help is mine.
I was so challenged by Wednesday that I woke up with a migraine and was unable to go to the Wendy Cope public reading in the afternoon which annoyed me intensely, she would have been stimulating and made me laugh!