Today was okay, but now I'm sad again. I carved a chair out of a block of plaster using a spoon, but then got moaned at because it was 'too chairy.' We did 'expressive drawings' of cutlery, which, as dull as it sounds wasn't that bad. Was quite funny being told to draw angry forks using a stick and some ink. I was proud, my forks looked pretty emotional :)
I listened to the tutors having conversation about being groped on a Turkish bus... seriously. That took up about half an hour of my day.
I actually think everyone on my course absolutely hates it. You can kind of tell by the constant moaning and melancholy facial expressions.
Personally, I've never despised art so much in my life, ever. Apart from that time I went to the Tate St. Ives...
I don't want to do this, but to be honest I don't want to do anything else.
I have an essay to write for tomorrow... Its so depressing, you know when you're staring at a screen but not taking in any of the words? Art is like another language that I don't understand.
I need sleep... I'm hurting all over :(
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1 comment:
ahhh your carving sounds awesome!
... but how can you make a fork look angry? :s
euwww you've made me never want to go turkey again
'you know when you're staring at a screen but not taking in any of the words?'
LMAO YUP
hope you feel better baby
love you x
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