Im still as yet uninspired by the art exam question. "My own space". All I need to do is show some sort of development process, I dont even need to come up with a final piece. All its done so far is get me to look at Francis Bacon's stuff a bit and then ignore it.
Thats not the worst part of the work I need to do for college. No, the worst part is the drama work. I have to write up a 3000 word essay on the development of the performance exam that I did about a week ago, talking about the plays (and their historical context), character development, working with the other two people, how we came up with ideas for our own thing, blah blah blah.
Its not so much that its hard but good lord it sucks the life right out of the subject like some sort of demonic hoover. Not that hoovers arent demonic enough. I fucking hate the hoover. Its like having someone stomping around your house screaming at the top of their lungs for about ten minutes.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, stay out of my booze.
Thats not the worst part of the work I need to do for college. No, the worst part is the drama work. I have to write up a 3000 word essay on the development of the performance exam that I did about a week ago, talking about the plays (and their historical context), character development, working with the other two people, how we came up with ideas for our own thing, blah blah blah.
Its not so much that its hard but good lord it sucks the life right out of the subject like some sort of demonic hoover. Not that hoovers arent demonic enough. I fucking hate the hoover. Its like having someone stomping around your house screaming at the top of their lungs for about ten minutes.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, stay out of my booze.
Chickpeas are really nice whole in like curry and stuff, but I can't say I remember ever eating them on their own.
I was woken up at 8.30 by the cleaner here hoovering outside my door. She spent 4 hours cleaning the flat. I don't know how, since all she does is chuck bleach down the loo and sinks, and hoover the corridor. A clue may be in that she wakes you up at 8.30 then disappears for 3 hours, then comes back to finish off.
My own space. Um. I drew a girl in a bottle in a room where the walls were the sky and ceiling was the floor and the door was tiny and the window was a brick wall and all the perpectives were weird. But then my space has always been a bit mudded. Go in the Art groups and ask for inspirations.
I am kind with my washing machine at night and in the morning.It has the same effect on the people below me.