Tuesday, 23 June 2009

My new pink desk.

I'm all unpacked now and settled in. This is my new desk my dad and Grandad made for me so i carry on with making work. This is a place to escape to if it need it.I know it is very pink but i painted my room myself when i was 16 but i still love it! its still my favourite colour.

Too many books not enough room. My Mandy annual i use for my sketch books but they are so hard to find need some more.

I found Bert a place to sit.This is some photos that are on my wall. Me when i was 8 years old and my boyfriend when he was little as well.
My Grandad ( same as below post) from when he was in the RAF.

My Dad at 15 years old i look like him a lot its scary.
Barney rather eat paper then his food.
Steve was too shy to say hello.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Grandad's garden

A day within the sun, warm and shinny. My grandad's fish.
Flowers on the pond only one tho.

My grandad's green house/potting shed. He is always in here.
My Nans Pansy's.
Pretty red roses scent all around the garden.
A busy beeeeeeeeeee!!

View of my Nan church from the garden.

Me soaking up the sun.
My Grandad Maurice himself with his sun hat.

Sunday, 14 June 2009

Going home...

Taking my work down, wrap within plastic and trapped up. ready for the drive home.The sand bag burst, emergency spill clear up. really funny tho knew i shouldn't of tried carring that heavy bag thinking it wouldn't split.
Empty cupboards

Empty spaces, a bare canvas, cold and lonely.
All my belonging gatherd waiting to be casted away within metal carcasses.

Top floor flat, views across Nottingham, memories.
My journey home begins, out of the busy city to the countryside. clean air.

My dad driving with a heavy load

Brother just behind us, crawling.

Bye bye university life, Hello real world.

Jammed, stuck on Darfort tunnel crossing
Still crawling alone, waiting toll booths

Nearly home.
My brother knows where he going and start racing dad, not too fast tho.

Packed in as a sardine.

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Was i that drunk?

A selection of the worst, orange vodka is the key to my drunkenness. Final fine art party didn't make it to the after party. Today i feel fine. i ate poach eggs on toast for breakfast then macdo cheese burger, then a Galaxy bar, then a coke, then a square's bar and then... all you can eat Chinese, i stuffed!, but feel better now, just need sleep.

Sunday, 7 June 2009

"Letting them escape my body"

The hard work paid off. The private view evening my family come up to see the show and my boyfriends mum, shame James couldn't of been there. Well flowing through the studios with all the finished work and everyone parents and friends. It was very surreal that we are aurally have our private view after 3 year awaiting for this.

This is the floor plan I'm number 6.

My work within it space on clean white walls.
The work next door is Tom Duggan, which you can view on the website. www.fineart09.com
I made my own business, name cards so if you have found me through pick one of these up thank you and i will be making further works this summer. ( dint look at the pencil line)

This is my family from left to right Grandad (acting,lol) Dad, "little" brother Adam and my Nan

I had great feedback's from my family so they like it, which is always the scary part.

My bestest friends in the whole wide world Charlotte and Nicola their blogs are "under within my eyes" Nicola is also on my course so it was a big night for her too.
The Triangle

My Dad and Brother prating around within a students projections

Well me and Charlotte gave it a go too.
Have a look!!