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Hey there bloggists.
I'm sorry for the lack of blog action on here for the past few days, but I have been pretty busy.
Saturday I finally made it down to Bognor Regis. Mum and Dad are in good spirits. It felt weird being in Pearl's house without Pearl being there.
Sunday: breakfast with Grampa Bill and Isabel, later saw Pearl in Hospital and then train back to london.
On the train: read the 100 Rules of Graphic design isuue of Computer Arts Projects some more. Looked out the window lots. Sketched down some interesting signs we passed and listened to Cult of Luna on my iPod until I started to feel ear fatique kick in.
Then it was onto the tube and back to the flat.
Monday: iron clothes that had been hanging all weekend, mess around on my laptop way too long missing my window of opportunity to go pay my rent and finally pull my shit together to go to the life drawing class, again with only an A4 pad and my crappy WH Smith HB pencils.
The life drawing class was good. The model was a 20 something male, much better physical nick than last weeks scary east european bovine horror. (During the break a couple of the other artists and I listed the reasons that she sucked, including the fact that she kept moving).
Since all the chairs were taken I had to sit on the floor, so all my sketches for that class have a very from below look about them. After I sat down (in the exact same place as last week, but then I had a chair) I realised that the freckly girl from last week that was sitting across the way was sitting right next to me.
She turned out to be from Brisbane. How about that?
Anyways, my drawings were a bit better than last week, even though the teacher still thinks that my lines are 'Stiff'. When I got home later on I sat down at my doodle pad and did an not bad character sketch. Still room for improvement but I am on my way.
After the class I chilled in an Angel Pub, the 0ne where all the kids sit in the courtyard out the front, and had some fish and chips while reading a Big Issue that somebody left behind.
Then I took the tube to Soho, looking for Trash. I eventually found it, but I decided I wasn't trashy enough, so I figured I'd come back next week.
I'm out of time. I'll have to tell about today tomorrow.
Over and out.
J
I'm sorry for the lack of blog action on here for the past few days, but I have been pretty busy.
Saturday I finally made it down to Bognor Regis. Mum and Dad are in good spirits. It felt weird being in Pearl's house without Pearl being there.
Sunday: breakfast with Grampa Bill and Isabel, later saw Pearl in Hospital and then train back to london.
On the train: read the 100 Rules of Graphic design isuue of Computer Arts Projects some more. Looked out the window lots. Sketched down some interesting signs we passed and listened to Cult of Luna on my iPod until I started to feel ear fatique kick in.
Then it was onto the tube and back to the flat.
Monday: iron clothes that had been hanging all weekend, mess around on my laptop way too long missing my window of opportunity to go pay my rent and finally pull my shit together to go to the life drawing class, again with only an A4 pad and my crappy WH Smith HB pencils.
The life drawing class was good. The model was a 20 something male, much better physical nick than last weeks scary east european bovine horror. (During the break a couple of the other artists and I listed the reasons that she sucked, including the fact that she kept moving).
Since all the chairs were taken I had to sit on the floor, so all my sketches for that class have a very from below look about them. After I sat down (in the exact same place as last week, but then I had a chair) I realised that the freckly girl from last week that was sitting across the way was sitting right next to me.
She turned out to be from Brisbane. How about that?
Anyways, my drawings were a bit better than last week, even though the teacher still thinks that my lines are 'Stiff'. When I got home later on I sat down at my doodle pad and did an not bad character sketch. Still room for improvement but I am on my way.
After the class I chilled in an Angel Pub, the 0ne where all the kids sit in the courtyard out the front, and had some fish and chips while reading a Big Issue that somebody left behind.
Then I took the tube to Soho, looking for Trash. I eventually found it, but I decided I wasn't trashy enough, so I figured I'd come back next week.
I'm out of time. I'll have to tell about today tomorrow.
Over and out.
J
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