Just had a crit today. I had three completed books to show and one in progress. Things feel very much behind, and there are ten weeks to go.
Trying to think of an interesting installation that could work with my themes/motifs (books, the body, death).
In the meantime have some bad photos of something I did for a friend’s birthday:
She is more into the more grungey > pretty and immaculate aesthetic. The text says “She seem’d a thing that could not feel / The touch of earthly years”; a quote from the Lucy poems by Wordsworth (my favourite by him). The poem is rather sad but that line seemed to apply to my friend.
So I’ve been making cards lately.
This was one for a couple of friends who were getting their own place together. I was invited to the housewarming. I bought them a measuring jug ^^ Unfortunately said housewarming did not occur due to extenuating circumstances, so I did not get to give them my card, which was entirely upsetting (the measuring jug, however, is MINE now). I spent a lot of time trying to make this card pop up, and make the little people look like who they were supposed to be. Their names were on the front and everything. At least I hadn’t written anything in it yet..
[I am quite aware that I used the same pose for each of the couples in the cards. I like the pose. It’s cute. And it’s not like couple A ever got to see their card anyway]
The above card was for some friends who were getting engaged. At their wedding shower I’ll likely also get them something similarly boring. Like a toaster. Or salad spoons.
So I came back from a short Eurotrip. The best thing about Geneva was the emo duck.
There was this great little black duck with a white face, red eyes and — I kid you not — thin white lines on its feet that made it look like it was wearing skeleton gloves. I took like eleven photos of it in various stages of swimming and doing the general ducklike things.
In other news, I’m nearly finished my self-portrait — yes, it is taking me forever, thanks for reminding me; but I maintain that it is awkward to draw from naked photos of oneself while in an airport/on a plane/with various family members who haven’t seen you in six years.
After that is finally done one of my friends wants me to design her tattoo. So that will be interesting.