Future!

Today was a particularly good day! This Thursday we had the open day for the three fine art subjects - Print, Painting and Sculpture, the three subjects gave presentations about what they do and whats they're all about. I was kinda sceptical about today because I'm so laser-focus on graphic design but today confirmed to me I think I'll be happy where ever they put me!

Gaze upon my lovliness



I think one of the defining differences between fine art and design (that's Fashion, Graphics and Ceramics) is that in design you are using your creativity to work out a solution or fulfil a brief, whereas in fine art it all comes from you and your own ideas. (Some people also might make comments about the employment prospects but hey, there are no jobs anywhere anymore!)

I love this -what is it?

Anyway I sat completely mesmerized through the print and sculpture lectures (I tried to go to painting but there was no room and I forgot to go to the second one on account of lunch!). We were all sitting down in the church gallery (for those who don't know, our gallery is in an ornate renovated church, my mind? It blows it!) As I was crouched down on the floor being bowled over by past students work two things hit me - First of all, from where I was kneeling, I felt like I was worshipping at the alter of ART, with all my fellow devotes around me!



 Second, a memory crossed my mind, when I was in 5th or 6th class, my class took a trip to that very gallery for an exhibition for school kids. I'll always remember it as the day that I finally understood the idea of representational art, by which I mean sending a message with an image that isn't directly related to the thing, there was a flower cart, a tower of textiles, and ten orange orbs that represented the red hand of ulster! It was the first time I was able to understand the artists intent, kind of an important moment for me!

In other news I had an operation today! I'm pretty embarrassed because I had a freak-attack when I was being anesthetized, it really hurts!!! But there's people out there getting shott and having babies and stuff who are keeping their cool so I spent the last few fleeting moments of consciousness apologizing to my surgeon and nurse! As I limped out of the hospital wounded deer style I caught sigh of this slice of  nasty from the pasty (nazty in the way my little cousin from Boston says it, like in a good way!)

The non-walkers of yesteryear knew how to roll

(big text for a big pun!).