It's 'Art'

 

 

 

Since my deadline for Art and Textiles is coming to a very steady end, my room is starting to look a little hectic and in general very messy, and for a neat person such as myself it's getting me all jittery. However since it's almost like creative chaos I do kind of like it, I'm not even going to show you my Textile space, it's literally just horrific...

 

Yeah, so my bureau hasn't been closed for months now since I can never be bothered/have enough space to be able to close it.

 

Even the top is just littered with little oddities which I have been making and collecting for art.

 

I even went so far as to finally now having a 'washing line' in my room, I think it's lookin' well cool there, and although you cannot see it my door is dripping in ink and covered in paint from where I've been using it as a kind of easel. I think it works just as well.

 

And that's Marceline, say hi, she's a little remorse at the moment...

 

 

 

For No-one

Ah, to be in love. With the wind blowing in your hair and the small descents of truth petering down, through your veins. Not only Is the feeling warm like the sun, it is also wanted. There stuck in between limbo of fantasy and reality you sit watching and being. Still no other can compare to you, I see you and I think, my, they are the one to fall for, they make my eyes bleed feeling and my mouth salivate as my tongue coats my teeth in that warm dewy drop of disdain which so frequently makes me sit and wonder at your beauty. Still when I lean down into the pit, over the railings waiting, I see your eyes and your nose and I smile. For you, my dear, have the most beautiful smile and the softest look. Almost as if you were spawned from a feather, extending from its tails and branching out into a new creature. You are what we call the surrounding glory, you are what we call the mighty truth, without your breath and your courage, there would be no love. Not for you, or for me. Still that is only what we would say, as who is in love to this very day? Who reeks of the foul odour of  fidelity, who truly is coy and lively when they see the world. As well as who really is in love. Is it a feeling of the moment, or a feeling of what is to come? There I see it, the future, the warmth, the light.

Words by me.

I'm With You

 

Sometimes, you just need things like this to make you feel safe and warm inside.

 

In Dissaray

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With a main road blocking it's entry into the main world, this derelict and desolate  carcass is rooted to the earth with the aid of mother nature. Its roof collapsed, foundations rotting and stairs peeling. Surprising to this heap of ash, small delicate features such as the synthetic gauze/lace curtain which hang down from the flaky ceiling create this quaint vibe, a feeling that someday life will return and make this shell a home. Although prominent and easily visible, once within its grasp suddenly civilisation leaves you and you suddenly feel as though you have stepped into another world, and the life you knew has come to an abrupt halt. Everything still. Everything watching. Just you and the fauna and flora. It's wrong to say a haven, as this is not a place of relaxation, for its state makes all shiver in fear of what might be around the corner. However once you turn and look, you realise that it is just a house.

Now the second place in the world where I can come and sit in solitude.

 

Original photography.

 

 

Mmm

 

Does anyone else seriously love this film? I don't know if it's what some would call a 'guilty pleasure' however I think it's fab. There's food and France and Meryl Streep, I mean who doesn't love Meryl Streep? Everyone's got to love her a little bit, I mean, you reading this I bet you love her... Oh and the person sitting next to you reading this I bet you think she's a swell Sheila as well. Lets face it, we all want a bit of the Streep.

(Photos of my life in the past few months coming soon...)

I feel...

 

 

I've been living in the past a little, I re-watched Paramore's Final Riot tour and got shivers at a moment I remember loving so dearly, I listened to My Heart over 12 times yesterday and I basically reverted back to  my more innocent self. It's weird thinking back to the past, where things were so different. I think I prefer how I am now, as I am a lot more independent and I basically am just a more rounded person. I have skills which I never thought I would have, and I have things which I wouldn't ever want to trade. Though I may complain and feel and look cynical I really do think life is worth living, and although I cry at pointless things and laugh at shocking stories, I still believe I deserve to be here with you all. My life is rocky, but it's probably only because I'm making it that way. I feel that right now I could cry from perhaps happiness, or just plain contempt at how completely privileged I am to just be here. As I said, I may complain, however I do have moments, often moments, where I sit and I stare and the things around me, the things which are glorious and mean a lot to me sentimentally. I am imperfect, which is why I am so perfect. I think sometimes I give myself too much credit for the wonderful things that happen to me, and although I am writing this with a lump in my throat, just remember that life is good when you make it good. And listening to songs like this, make you feel all the more philosophical about our surroundings and personal thoughts.

 

 

 

 

I've been back at school for two days and I've already broken down crying from the stress...

 

 

Um, yeah...

I'm sorry I haven't posted my Farm park pictures yet, I mean they're all ready to be exploited by the world wide web, however this whole site is really getting on my tits and just being a little fuck, so I unfortunately and unable to even put photos in my posts right now... I mean seriously, wh-wh-wh-why?

I'll just update you and leave on a slightly tired and sad note as my Easter holidays are unfortunately over. I've had so much fun seeing my friends and I feel slightly guilty I haven't done all of the work set by my teachers, needless to say I have done a majority of it, like I've taken a nice healthy chuck out of the cake and I'm eatin' that bitch clean off the plate. Have a nice sleep everyone, I am shattered, however I have a couple more thangs to do before I can settle into sleep-city... (sorry that was slightly ridiculous...)

 

I also forgot how much I love watching the film Juno, it's just so unique. And I swear  the woman who wrote the script, or the concept at least, is a real rad little filly!

 



I'll Hurt You, For My Sake.

“Why? Why is it that people continue to hurt other people even when they know they are already hurt?”

“Well sometimes, people just don’t see it, they don’t realise it. And sometimes people are so selfish that they end up not caring who they hurt as long as they get what they want. They tend to block out anything bad and only focus on the good, the good for themselves…”

“But, why? I mean, don’t you think people can sense it, they can sense the feelings which are coming out of the person they hurt?”

“Yeah, but, they ignore it, because… Because who wants to feel guilty for something they know they’ve done wrong?”

Inspired by Blue Valentine.
Words by me.

Pandora's Fish Catcher

 

Me pa finally got back yesterday after visiting his family in Malaysia for three weeks. It's nice to have a man back in the house again, and I'm looking forward to going back there in the summer, as it has been years since I last went to see them all. When he came back he not only bought loads and loads of food he also brought back a couple of ornamental fish catchers... I know what you're thinking, because that's what I was thinking when he passed/chucked it over. However I thought 'I'll just put it in my cupboard', it was only like R23-something. But the more I looked at it the more I liked it, and I was getting all of these ideas on what to do with it, so I've hung it up in my room as a 'ceiling piece'. At first I was thinking of tying some bones on it, as I have a few chicken bones in a jar which I kept (don't worry I boiled 'em), but then I remembered I had some tassel trimming in my ribbon box so instead I pinned a bit of that around it, and I even bought some lovely flowers to go inside it. I can't wait for them to dry out and go all junky and frail. I'm pretty pleased with how the polaroid came out as well, 'cause I used my charity shop film and I was really scared I did the wrong angle and wrong everything, but it looks snazz! That's all I did today, as well as go to work, but you don't want to hear about that...