My pets

Hands off, mister, thats my turtle.

I eat turtle for breakfast

My cat loves macs too.

She also likes modems as well. She finds them very comfy.

New Website on the way

New website along the way.
I feel really happy about this one because I feel my visual realisation skills are finally up to my ideas.
I feel I am producing more honest and more truthful work because I have stopped being so heavily influenced by aesthetics of other designers and look more for things around me in my life and historical art & design.

I have taken advice from various other designers and visual people with regards to my website design. I have made it all about my work and the actual design elements of my site are very minimal. This is because a portfolio site should be simple and quick to navigate, accessible, content focused and function over form. In my opinion anyway. I have lots of plans for the websites future and will let it grow and evolve. I am going to attempt to learn basic javascript, hahaha that should be hard work.

I don't know exactly when it'll be completed because I want to finish some current projects first.

I need to post more.

This is the start of more regular posts. I feel an urge to update more because maybe more people will view it, but mostly for it be a tool or an asset to me. To force myself to search for more historical and contemperay art and design references and other things in life that my inform me creatively.
A big part of my degree is written theroy and I didn't realise this until the end of my first year (the acedemic year just passed) and I looked at all my grades and I didn't do very well on the written and theroy side of things. haha oh well, you learn from mistakes.

So with this in mind I can use this blog to write about art and design and with practise, improve my skills. Also I like to talk about updates and things to do with my website as well because I am shifting towards different ideas and projects that will use my web space as part of the projects I have planned.

One trip to frank's coffee place thingy.
Thirty minutes.
Two coffee lateey things(steamed/froathed milk with a bit of hot strong coffee)
And a few scribblings and pages.

Here is a bit of creative writing I did there. Well it isn't very creative but I thought of lots of things as well other that what is below. I guess you will have to take my word for it.

Oh no here comes a wednesday again.

I haven't quite got the hang of wednesdays yet.
I mean people can arrange things with me any day of the week, but no they all choose wednesday. I don't think the other days apreciate being left out you know. Well I may have to figure out how to clone myself before wednesday so I can do everything I have planned for that day and then tell myself all about it at the end of the day.

painful memories

I was part of a creative writing seminar with Author Helen Cross at my university. The poem below was a result of that. It was really good to do the exercises that she had us do and it open some old wounds with me about my time at school. It was emomtional but also quite liberating because I read it out infront of everyone directly afterwards. Releasing it like dropping a crumpled dead leaf in a fast running stream.

I remember being a happy boy, smiley, dribbley, laughing. A cheeky chap.
That began to change when i went to school
A place with a law of it's own
If you conformed to their trends and opinions, you were accepted
If you looked different
sounded different
you were singled out, forced to live a lonely time
I had glasses, a hearing aid, braces on my teeth and
a stammer when I spoke
just about as different as you can get for a child
I don't remember much of my first day
because forgetting makes it easier to deal with why
my smile went away