Friday 26 September 2008

Hard to be a Girl.

that freaking oven is trying to get me down. but I won't let it. no, I won't let it. Fuck you oven! there you have it. 11 Elmes Road might be cursed, but I won't let this get me down. I will produce fucking amazing artworks. and I will go to either Glasgow, London or stay here. Fuck you oven. Fuck you! And I will find a way. I will.

Thursday 25 September 2008

You Wanted More

The last few days haven't been to exciting. The quality of my work reached a new low today, I never felt so bad when it comes to photography. Therefore I am not so sure about photography any more. I have a tripod on loan for the weekend, I will go out and shoot a bit and Matt, the photography pathway leader is trying to get me into the studios so I can try things out.
I suppose it's just all because now, five weeks after I started here, things have gotten back to normal. The overwhelming feeling I had at first left, I am back to reality, I can see things clearer now. Or at least I should.
Concentration is needed, a lot of it. Six more weeks until my decision.

Some photos of monday nights shot.





Wednesday 24 September 2008

Sex Pictures. Or what my gut tells me.

All I've been doing the last few weeks is research research research. On nothing but photography.
It's weird. I love drawing buildings, creating new spaces, developing ideas when it comes to interior design, but when actually having to act, walking around and producing something final I end up with photography. Never have I really researched an architect or looked into interior design. When I am in the library I intentionally go to the photography section to look at some more artists, find out more about the artists we worked on in secondary school. When my lecturers mention any photographic techniques I wake up again, listen very carefully, taking in all  information possible, not wanting to miss a thing. 
But when I flick through the new Ikea catalogue, when I look around me I have ideas on how to make the room look better, how to increase the room atmosphere, where to place mirrors to lighten a dark room. 
Both jobs are going to be hard work. Unreliable working hours, a lot of competition, not unimportant one, but everybody is going to be good. 
My gut tells me to go for photography. It has always been my passion, and although every girl goes through that photography phase, I find I ended up sticking with it. 
I'm torn. 

Monday 8 September 2008

Don't Give Up This Fight

This is how you look after a successful day at art school. One more shirt is ruined, but it was worth all the good reviews.

Sunday 7 September 2008

Forced to the sea.

I got offered several volunteer jobs through the Institute. Two of the four jobs would be possible for me, well more or less.
One is an art exhibition invigilator, I would be leading people around a museum, tell them about the paintings, pretty much the job I always wanted to try out. Downside: every Saturday from October 1 to December 1. So no trips to London, no parties on Fridays, just work work work. On a volunteer basis.
The other one is shorter, but the problem coming with it is the timing. I am supposed to be in Weymouth at 5.30, I only finish school at 4.30, so there is pretty much no way to get there on time. Unless I call them and find out whether there's a way to work around it.
I really want to do the museum job. But two months worth of Saturdays? And not getting money for it? I don't know. I think I really have to call them and find out about it. Or drop them an email.
I'm torn. I know myself, I won't get my ass up and find a job here. My financial situation could be better, but it could also be a lot worse. So as long as I keep up with the translations I should be fine. I think if the job would be every other Saturday I would make it. Because this is just the kind of stuff I need on my CV.