I found a new house. it's up a lot of stairs and in the centre of town. if my plan goes according to plan, and i get into art school next year, then i can move out. I'm not saying i hate it but just that i should hopefully be moving again next year...hopefully.
I'm through my first term of the portfolio course. the first day i was so nervous, but so was everyone. it was all rather tense. by the end of the week i'd already made friends and everything was natura,l which is nice. We then had to do a critique after the first project- basically a presentation about all the work we had done.
i was one of the last to go and i was
I remember writing my last entry as it was only yesterday: this has been one of the quickest and most boring of summers. I remember having a lot of excitement in me to start working again near the end of June...but faded quickly. i asked people if they wanted to commission me (to get my creative juices flowing), and got one offer...which is still to be completed. i think that offer has been in the way of me wanting to start my own work: its became quite a mundane task to finish, swaying me away from any artistic activity that i wanted to pursue over the past months by myself.
On sunday i visited a local art gallery and my work was on di