Poor Little Blog-blog
I've been neglecting it and now its hungry and feeling unloved. Poor Blog.
Maybe a 'Disappointed Knitting Bear' will make it feel better??
Or some 'Frightened Masquerading Slugs'?
Or even a 'Floating Shepherding Lily Pad'?
... All my work has a sad theme :(
Anyway that should have whetted the appetite for images and show what I've been doing with myself for the last few months. Not exactly a few months work but never mind. At the moment my life is bound to go in any direction and now is purely down to fate. Not that I believe in fate but it stops me worrying about minuscule possibilities I may or may not have to decide upon. Do I get a full time job that scuppers my art career but pays the rent? Do I get a couple of hours a week in a shop that is easier for me to get than a full time job but makes me have to paint and knit to pay the rent? I've decided that I can't decide. So I'm waiting for things to happen.
My final degree show is over now and I've had enough good feedback from it to stop me getting low about my work not being good enough to even sit next to some of the talented people in my year. Being predicted a 3rd can do that to a person. Thinking back I have no idea what made me keep going but I did and I found things that worked and was more positive about the good things in my work. If I get a 3rd now I will be severely pissed. Ha ha. The tutors were great with me because they always appreciated that I wasn't that talented but I never gave up. They spent a lot of time with me and respected that I didn't want short cuts to compensate for talent. They said to another not- so -talented girl in my class that she should use collage of photographed images to stop her from including her crap drawing in images. When they gave the same suggestion to me I told them I would rather learn to draw better than give up for short-term gain. Maybe that was a stupid decision but it's the one I felt comfortable with.
Lucky really because it seems my drawings were fine anyway. The tutors had mostly ignored me the first 2 years of the course so they hadn't really looked at my sketchbook work. Strangely enough they liked it because it was naive and charming and encouraged me to keep going with that. I also got great feedback when I first showed them my crochet work. It was my bunny cactus that started it all. They were so impressed with my 'knitting' (as everyone constantly keeps referring to it - it was annoying at first but now I like that no-one seems to know how they are made giving it a bit of a magical quality to it) that they didn't think I'd actually made it.
What ever grade it get is purely down to luck. Luck that I gave up trying to draw and just drew the stupid charming ideas that pour out of my head. Pure self-indulgence. Luck that I just bought a crochet book and started to learn 8 months ago and that it just *clicked* and I can just about figure out the way to crochet any shape I want. Luck that the natural wonkyness of crochet matches up with my wonky drawing. Luck that I have a stash full of natural fibres that when I started felting details such as eyes and mouths onto my work I had everything I needed sat next to my desk.
Any more luck? Well thats enough for now.
Maybe a 'Disappointed Knitting Bear' will make it feel better??
Or some 'Frightened Masquerading Slugs'?
Or even a 'Floating Shepherding Lily Pad'?
... All my work has a sad theme :(
Anyway that should have whetted the appetite for images and show what I've been doing with myself for the last few months. Not exactly a few months work but never mind. At the moment my life is bound to go in any direction and now is purely down to fate. Not that I believe in fate but it stops me worrying about minuscule possibilities I may or may not have to decide upon. Do I get a full time job that scuppers my art career but pays the rent? Do I get a couple of hours a week in a shop that is easier for me to get than a full time job but makes me have to paint and knit to pay the rent? I've decided that I can't decide. So I'm waiting for things to happen.
My final degree show is over now and I've had enough good feedback from it to stop me getting low about my work not being good enough to even sit next to some of the talented people in my year. Being predicted a 3rd can do that to a person. Thinking back I have no idea what made me keep going but I did and I found things that worked and was more positive about the good things in my work. If I get a 3rd now I will be severely pissed. Ha ha. The tutors were great with me because they always appreciated that I wasn't that talented but I never gave up. They spent a lot of time with me and respected that I didn't want short cuts to compensate for talent. They said to another not- so -talented girl in my class that she should use collage of photographed images to stop her from including her crap drawing in images. When they gave the same suggestion to me I told them I would rather learn to draw better than give up for short-term gain. Maybe that was a stupid decision but it's the one I felt comfortable with.
Lucky really because it seems my drawings were fine anyway. The tutors had mostly ignored me the first 2 years of the course so they hadn't really looked at my sketchbook work. Strangely enough they liked it because it was naive and charming and encouraged me to keep going with that. I also got great feedback when I first showed them my crochet work. It was my bunny cactus that started it all. They were so impressed with my 'knitting' (as everyone constantly keeps referring to it - it was annoying at first but now I like that no-one seems to know how they are made giving it a bit of a magical quality to it) that they didn't think I'd actually made it.
What ever grade it get is purely down to luck. Luck that I gave up trying to draw and just drew the stupid charming ideas that pour out of my head. Pure self-indulgence. Luck that I just bought a crochet book and started to learn 8 months ago and that it just *clicked* and I can just about figure out the way to crochet any shape I want. Luck that the natural wonkyness of crochet matches up with my wonky drawing. Luck that I have a stash full of natural fibres that when I started felting details such as eyes and mouths onto my work I had everything I needed sat next to my desk.
Any more luck? Well thats enough for now.