I’m blogging on my iPod at the bus stop, waiting for my first of two buses. The time is 8.28. I hate catching one bus, never mind two. If my first one is late then I miss my second (very infrequent) bus. Luckily that hasn’t happened just yet, but I feel sure it is likely to occur. Ah, I can just see the bus approaching – I’ll be back shortly!
So I’m on the bus. It’s packed and I’m sitting next to a woman doing her make-up. I have a feeling someone is watching me type this over my shoulder. Hi! Some woman on the phone just shouted “it’s Friday!” (…Friday…gotta get down on Friday…OK, I’ll stop now!). Oh dear, now people are having to stand. As I have found out from experience, that is not fun when you are encumbered by a bag of art materials. EDIT: someone from my old school is on the bus. I think she’s pregnant now.
The weather is grey and dull. I’m just approaching town now (and some poor woman nearly fell over when the bus stopped). It’s all systems go on this miserable Friday morning!
I’m now waiting at my second stop and I’m early for a change. It’s due in 7 minutes. I picked up the Metro on the way to read because I’m so educated with all the current affairs (and my brain needs stimulating). And the bus has arrived! Now I’m sat listening to a bit of Paramore and reading the Metro. Let the journey begin!
9.14 – I’m nearly at college. The weather is foul – very heavy rain.
10.59 – I’ve been outside all morning making compositions out of objects that make a visual contrast. I found a manky old shoe half buried in some soil. I thought I was uncovering a dead body!
We were put into pairs (eek) and had to work together. I’m terribly bad at socialising, and I’ve never even spoken to my partner. I generally can’t speak to people my age; I get on much better with adults. So it was very awkward this morning because neither of us spoke a lot. I’m glad it’s over. I’m incredibly tired already!
17.09 – just got on my bus home. It’s been a long day. This afternoon I was making a ‘sculpture’ (I say sculpture for lack of a better word – it was more of a…construction). We had to recreate the continual line drawings we had drawn using 3D objects. I used wire, fabric, wood, plastic etc. (basically a load of crap) and was working outside.
Quite frankly mine was a tangled mess, but so was the drawing I was basing it on, because we couldn’t look at the paper whilst we were drawing it!
But I could still claim it was ‘art’. I’m quite looking forward to next week though; we’re being inducted into the plaster and 3D rooms and the sewing machines. Monday, however, I am a little apprehensive about. Aside from critical studies in the morning, we are starting life drawing, and the model is male. Now, I’ve done life drawing before, but with a woman. The man’s name is frightening enough: Granville or something of the sort. Sounds like a cross between Gremlin and Gandalf. He is most definitely old. I’m sure I’ll have something to say about that whenthe time comes!
Well my bus is almost home, so I think I’ll finish here. Rather abruptly.