Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Candida complete

Yay! This is for my art history of Dario Tironi. The poor doll's been through a lot but now everything is over and she's finished. She can finally rest covered in crab's legs and bottles and abandoned children's toys and broken electrical equipment. I'll stick all the photos of her on a big sheet then upload a photo of that when it's done, now I just have to try and draw her x

The Cure. Royal Albert Hall. London. Novemeber

GIGGLING LIKE A MANIAC woooooooooooooooewifbiurebgpiebwekjvgjkidfgfdhthrehjbf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thing is, The Cure, I've wanted to see them SOO MUCH that now there's a realistic opportunity I don't believe it. It can't be real. It can't possibly! Especially because throughout this year I've already been insanely lucky enough to see Pulp, Morrissey, Maximo Park, Grace Jones and Iggy and The Stooges... AND The Cure play 2 days before I see RHCP (which is outrageously unbelievably enough!) It's too much. How is this true??
I LOVE The Cure more than words can express. They are everything to me. I think I love music more than anything. There's nothing bad about that and if there are opportunity's to see people that you absolutely adore, why not? I greatly apologize for this outburst, I'm not even sure who I'm aiming this at.
This is life and I have to do this. I have to.


My cats being cute

Sunday, 25 September 2011

This is what happens when I get locked out

I forgot my key so am sitting in the Library not sure what to do. I just got a whiff of the nice vanilla smell I also got a whiff of in English, but I don't know where it's from. I'm very hungry and quite restless and a bit annoyed. I've started reading an excellent book but I don't have it with me. It's called The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. I really just want to go home. This is really quite inconvenient for me.
I am now sat on top of a big pile of rocks and steps that dad said used to be a slide. I'm watching the sea, it's very calm and flat and big but it makes me need a wee even more. Just as I think to myself 'I'm sat here watching so I hope something interesting happens' a man wearing long, black, religious robes and a grey beard walks past, we often see him going past our house.
That mans gone now, another person we often see has turned up. She's wearing a long, pale blue coat and drags a lilac shopping basket behind her, she walks the same path he did but from the opposite direction. Come to think of it, I first saw her where I last saw him.
Now a jogger in bright red shorts with a dog has appeared. I can hear his trainers stamp in time with the dog's claws. They don't go up the same path as the man and the woman though. Now a speed boat is going past on the sea making many different noises. I should clarify that the runner was wearing red shorts, not his dog. I hope mum gets home soon. I'm starting to get a bit aggravated and this stone is no longer comfortable. I cough and get a bit startled as it's the only proper near by sound I've heard since lunchtime. The sun's reflecting on a life jacket, making one part of it's case really bright white. It's odd down here. No one's gone past in a while. Looking around me I feel a bit alone but not in a sad way. I've never wanted to be home so much.

Acrylic Afternoons

I finished my first painting wooohoooo!!!
It began with doubt, worry, uncertainty and a bit of 'what am I doing painting? I can't paint! Why's there so much skin colour!?' then I actually started it and anxiety turned into 'oh this is quite enjoyable!' Now I love oil paint. Wooh! Thank you to everyone who liked this on Facebook =)