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Monday, 25 February 2013
Printing fun
Some of my slipper prints after playing with them on computers...
Pop art style
and finally...
Pop art style
Baby slippers
Slip on slippers
Crazy Slippers
wrapping paper design? (minus the writing)
Teddy slips
warm and comfy
Slippers in space
Ballerina pattern
and finally...
A reminder not to wear my slippers to college
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Little Slippers
It's been an exciting weekend for Neddy ...
My knitting skills don't stretch much further than holy scarves that end three times wider than they started, and Neddy is teeny weeny...
But....With thanks to Mamma G, Ned has a brand new pair of slippers.... and also a little rucksack to put his pen and sketchbook in for college.
What a lucky little bear! Thanks for being my friend :)
And thank you so much Mamma G!
Hope to make some nice drawings from these..!
My knitting skills don't stretch much further than holy scarves that end three times wider than they started, and Neddy is teeny weeny...
But....With thanks to Mamma G, Ned has a brand new pair of slippers.... and also a little rucksack to put his pen and sketchbook in for college.
What a lucky little bear! Thanks for being my friend :)
And thank you so much Mamma G!
Hope to make some nice drawings from these..!
Friday, 15 February 2013
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Positive Changes
The Joys of Art School....
So, I have officially been reunited with The Real World since sept 2012. By The Real World I mean away from like-minded nutters at The Funny Farm, and into a classroom of like-minded creative nutters.
I freakin love art school. It has definitely, undoubtedly, been the most positive thing to help me grow, and for my wellbeing. ...
Studying, learning, being part of society, and best of all getting to do lots of crazy art attacks!
Ive even surprised myself by getting top notch grades. Ive come such a long way and I am really proud of myself :-)
Before college I wasnt working towards anything, I didnt have anything to get up for. I survived by doing a bit of art and writing, but didnt know what to draw or write, and would just end up scribbling out my complicated head....
I got so stuck in my head.
I was under CMHT for so long that you get institutionalised and you are surrounded by people who are poorly, and you end up more poorly because you have nothing else to think about and forget what life can be like outside of illness.
Life is soooo much a million times better outside. For the first time in a long time, Im actually doing life! spent waaaay too long avoiding the issue..
The social side of things has probably been the hardest. It's taken me a while to feel comfortable around people, but now I'm settled and have made a few good friends.
Doing my art is like breathing...its what keeps me real. I dont know if it keeps me grounded, but it definitely keeps me real. My projects give me new ideas to focus on instead of being stuck in my weird head. It gives me somewhere to unravel the confusion, somewhere to escape to, and a place to express myself freely. I absorb myself in my work, and am learning so much all the time.
I love having the routine, and dont really know what to do with myself when Im not there. It tires me out, so I should probably rest... but its too exciting, all these new art ideas, so I sleep a bit and do the necessary things to keep on top of life,and then I do lots and lots and lots of work.
I probably do too much work...
Though it isnt really work....there's nothing else I want to be doing. I need to do it, i loves it.
Just need to be careful not to overdo it.... One step at a time..... though I am impatient and that can take too long.
Doing my art is helping me to get to grips with things. And although I desperately wanted not to be reminded of anything to do with mental illness, it seems that there is always someone who needs a hand. Everybody has issues. Everybody struggles. And there is no such thing as normal.
Art school is my haven. It is where I am supposed to be. I feel so lucky to be studying at such a lovely place, to be having such a good education in my favourite thing, and to be surrounded by so many creative people. I also feel soooo lucky to finally have the strength and the brain-togetherness and the confidence to just go for it.
Though it wasnt really down to luck, but a lot of hope and effort... a lot of hard work that had to come from me.
I really believe that if you believe in yourself, and always try your best, then you can achieve the things you wanted to, no matter what life throws at you.
So, I have officially been reunited with The Real World since sept 2012. By The Real World I mean away from like-minded nutters at The Funny Farm, and into a classroom of like-minded creative nutters.
I freakin love art school. It has definitely, undoubtedly, been the most positive thing to help me grow, and for my wellbeing. ...
Studying, learning, being part of society, and best of all getting to do lots of crazy art attacks!
Ive even surprised myself by getting top notch grades. Ive come such a long way and I am really proud of myself :-)
Before college I wasnt working towards anything, I didnt have anything to get up for. I survived by doing a bit of art and writing, but didnt know what to draw or write, and would just end up scribbling out my complicated head....
I got so stuck in my head.
I was under CMHT for so long that you get institutionalised and you are surrounded by people who are poorly, and you end up more poorly because you have nothing else to think about and forget what life can be like outside of illness.
Life is soooo much a million times better outside. For the first time in a long time, Im actually doing life! spent waaaay too long avoiding the issue..
The social side of things has probably been the hardest. It's taken me a while to feel comfortable around people, but now I'm settled and have made a few good friends.
Doing my art is like breathing...its what keeps me real. I dont know if it keeps me grounded, but it definitely keeps me real. My projects give me new ideas to focus on instead of being stuck in my weird head. It gives me somewhere to unravel the confusion, somewhere to escape to, and a place to express myself freely. I absorb myself in my work, and am learning so much all the time.
I love having the routine, and dont really know what to do with myself when Im not there. It tires me out, so I should probably rest... but its too exciting, all these new art ideas, so I sleep a bit and do the necessary things to keep on top of life,and then I do lots and lots and lots of work.
I probably do too much work...
Though it isnt really work....there's nothing else I want to be doing. I need to do it, i loves it.
Just need to be careful not to overdo it.... One step at a time..... though I am impatient and that can take too long.
Doing my art is helping me to get to grips with things. And although I desperately wanted not to be reminded of anything to do with mental illness, it seems that there is always someone who needs a hand. Everybody has issues. Everybody struggles. And there is no such thing as normal.
Art school is my haven. It is where I am supposed to be. I feel so lucky to be studying at such a lovely place, to be having such a good education in my favourite thing, and to be surrounded by so many creative people. I also feel soooo lucky to finally have the strength and the brain-togetherness and the confidence to just go for it.
Though it wasnt really down to luck, but a lot of hope and effort... a lot of hard work that had to come from me.
I really believe that if you believe in yourself, and always try your best, then you can achieve the things you wanted to, no matter what life throws at you.
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Scribbly Scrawlings
Ive been a right busybee in my sketchbook this weekend....doodling, my favourite way to spend a Sunday in me slips :)
Ive been looking at the book 'Picturing and Poeting' by Alan Fletcher.
This book is amazing!
It turns word into pictures, finds poetry in rubbish, and discovers the unlikely in the commonplace. That's what it says on the front.
It also gives little helpful hints for succeeding in life, such as this:
How I loves to write and scribble! I tried out a few pens and put them on automatic and just started drawing out my brains. Writing is drawing is writing is drawing....
I made up some pictures of slippers from my scrawlings. I made some slippers out of writing 'Slippers are warm and comfy'
It looks like a page of just scribblys but I find it quite pleasing. The act of writing non stop in tune with your thinking is so freeing. Writing is the mind tracing out messages, thoughts and feelings.
You cant read the writing, you can only make out a few words. It looks busy and noisy which is an exact image of how the inside of my brains must look.
Writing is you, on a page.
These images below are made up of lots and lots of writing. Each comment is hand-written, one on top of the other. Although, metaphorically, they are all talking at once, the noisy result is an artistic comment in itself.
Ive been looking at the book 'Picturing and Poeting' by Alan Fletcher.
This book is amazing!
It turns word into pictures, finds poetry in rubbish, and discovers the unlikely in the commonplace. That's what it says on the front.
It also gives little helpful hints for succeeding in life, such as this:
I like this quote, it chills me out to know that its OK to have a lot of tangents, because that is better than getting dizzy." You are obliged to go off on a tangent if you want to stop going round in circles."
How I loves to write and scribble! I tried out a few pens and put them on automatic and just started drawing out my brains. Writing is drawing is writing is drawing....
I made up some pictures of slippers from my scrawlings. I made some slippers out of writing 'Slippers are warm and comfy'
It looks like a page of just scribblys but I find it quite pleasing. The act of writing non stop in tune with your thinking is so freeing. Writing is the mind tracing out messages, thoughts and feelings.
You cant read the writing, you can only make out a few words. It looks busy and noisy which is an exact image of how the inside of my brains must look.
Writing is you, on a page.
These images below are made up of lots and lots of writing. Each comment is hand-written, one on top of the other. Although, metaphorically, they are all talking at once, the noisy result is an artistic comment in itself.
Today's squiggles and scribbles...
Promotional poster idea for my traditional fountain pen,
write your worries away...
An illustration of my thought train....CHOO CHOO!
Also, Thanks for the slippers I've received so far, keep sending in your pics!
At the end of the day,
the end of the day
is at the end of the day.
Saturday, 9 February 2013
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