I am here!
I am alive!
Currently sitting in my HUGE bed in my SMALL bedroom (2 foam ex-YHA matresses on the floor which fill the majority of the room since my old bed has been driven back to Reigate).
Silje is sitting the other end of it, and we are both typing away whilst wrapped in our duvets (mine is my lairy tie-dye stuff, where as hers is Harry Potter branded stuff), and listening to Planet Rock radio. I've thankfully finished all my uni work, so I'm typing this. Just gotta print EVERYTHING, mount it all, stick it up on the wall, and be joyous and hope for the best. Mmmhmm.
I reckon I should write this (I've been meaning to do so for a while), and then perhaps I'll take myself off to my study and I'll print my written work, put it in folders, and make a business card holder.
Look at my business cards! Hurrah!
Thats the front of them, anyway.I do hope the final stretch will not be too anger making, and I hope I have some fresh scalpel blades somewhere so I can cut my foam board successfully. Yessir.
The past few weeks have been good and interesting, mostly.
Since the last update I have gone with my delightful shanty band "The Falmouth Fish retured from Davey Jones' Locker" to the wonderful Brittany, to take part in the Breizh-Kernow festival Aberfest. That was highly confusing to start with, but UBER (yes, uber) fantastic in the end, especially with the hot weather we got (I now have the wonderful brown colour of someone who isn't an illustration student).
The beautiful girls Miss Molly and Miss Lisa singing in a wood by Arthurs Cave & Camp.
Mr Coote and Mr Drinkwater along with others playing in the procession we took through the village of Brandivy. I'm pretty sure it was a village, not a town. It was certainly tiny.I could write a highly detailed account of it, however I think I shall leave that to Mr O'Shea (his writings are currently not finished, so no detailed account will be left there, either...).
Getting back from those top notch travels we illustration students were roughly thrown into our final term of our degree EVER. Funny to think, that the end of that term is basically here.
The majority of folks went off to New York to go in groups about various publishers & agencies, me, being be, decided to go it alone and attack London instead.
I managed to get one meeting with one agent (admittedly I didn't try for any publishers, and I got e-mail feedback from the rest of the agents). The meeting went well, despite the fact I managed to get lost between the station & the building (Bex + cities = much swearing, worrying, and wanting to jump back on a train back to the land of fresh air, blue skies, and greenery).
But yes. Meeting went well. More on that when it occurs FO SHO'. I hope it does occur some more, even if it DOES mean having to treck to London again in July, which I will be doing. Yuck! But yay!
The last few weeks have mostly been heavily peppered with the company of Mr Arnold, who appears to have become a rather good cohort of mine. On he 7th May we made our way at the crack of dawn to Helston for Flora Day. We got there for the first drum beat (well, pretty much) and saw the first dance. Sadly the weather was a tad grotty so we didn't stay for the entire day, although perhaps I'll go again next year. We made our way on to the Lizard where a brief snooze occured until the sun decided to stick it's neck out, at which point we went for a wander about the still foggy cliffs, then on to the little fishing harbour village of Mullion Cove, then on to Helford to skim round flat stones on the river, before finishing up at the Ferryboat Inn munching mussels and sipping cider.
All in all, superb. I was constantly stalked by the chap with 3 eyes, one which kept imaging me. Pervert. Ah ha.
Since all that I've just been "working", drawing, and writing etc. The norm!
Can't wait for my month of freedom, sea, sand, sun?! Staying at YHA's rather than working at them (Lands End & Perranporth), Royal Cornwall Show (may be playing a mini gig there...?). ETC! ETC! ETC!
Here's some stuff I've been up to. For a full view, get your posterior over to my Flickr page.
The un-coloured version of an adjusted sketch of Fowey in Cornwall.
I finished my "quotes" page for uni. The quote being "Folk is bare bones music" by Ben Harper.I look forwards to seeing the fully finished book...
Doodle done in Brittany. Did a small series of these things.
Some speedily done posters, this being one of a trio. The aim was to be speedy, so thats good.
Must remember to send the original of this off to Brittany, as a thank you card to our host family (yes, bit of a self portrait, although, as with the majority of self portraits, not entirely accurate).
A doodle, but I'm rather enjoying it! Good round chicken. Yes yes.
5 folk characters I created put together into one. Mmhmm.
A (admittedly speedily done) image for Mr Arnold. I'd like to do more like this.Aaand here's stuff from other folks:
Sarah Abbott. The colours and subject matter aren't so much my thing, but the way it's been done is rather niiiice...
Rob Hodgson. Simple, clean, but dirty. I'm enjoying the colourful tree's in the middle of the not so colourful scene.
Gwenola Carrere. Mmhmmm! Currently a little too on the "artsy" side for me, but I can see some delicious things in it...
JulieVW. Gotta love a chicken eyeing up a singular chopped finger.
From "Kristomatic"'s blog, I like this not because of the subject matter (it's rather too fashion for me) but for the way it's done. I'd like to try this.
From the same source as above, I have also suffered from chronic bitchface before, most of the time it occurs in Reigate, on the same corner, where I have had multiple people (generally blokes) say something along the lines of "cheer up love!".
Emma Bennett, one of my classmates. This piece tickled my fancy. I like the noises coming out in their little bubbles (parp). Got some good sneaky textures going on there, too...
Yes, of course food had to come into the equation somewhere. Charles Schiller, food photographer makes me want something to eat even more that I currently already do. Eep! What scrummy looking sarnies.
Gethin Thomas gives me a few ideas. Simple, seasonal, and... yes.
From BawkBawkBawk's blog, a doggalump which looks human.
Elizabeth Mahoney. Although rather much too "scene" or "hip" or "cool" or whatever it is these days, I like that all I can see is a forest of legs.
From Apartmenttherapy.com. When I have my own place, I reckon it'd definately be good to colour each banister seperately. YESSS.
Found from a vaguely dubious source (original artist not listed), I just love the freckles!
Something from Mr Arnold. He likes his photography. A drunken sneaking photograph of Vera, myself, and Silje whilst at Jacob's Ladder pub in Falmouth, watching folks play moosic.
Found at Modish Vintage on Etsy. What a delighfully well shaped bunny!There you go.
On with life now :)
