Wednesday 20 August 2008

Grr..

Maybe I'm being petty. Maybe I'm being overly picky. But I'm taking some pride in my work.

The good printer jams everytime I put some paper through it.

The printer that works will only print A4. The ink is awful, and there are no distinct blacks or whites. It's all this murky green/grey.

I want to cry a little bit. I spent ages working on the contrast and colouring of these pictures. All for the Printer to shit all over them.

Well, trust me people who are grading my work so I can get onto my second year. They look amazing on screen. It's the printer letting me down.

Maybe I'll just print them off with shite paper. At least the colouring will be ok then.

Monday 11 August 2008

I'll Hide From The World Behind A Broken Frame

I can't remember who said it.. But the phrase seems especially poignant recently. 'The writer who waits for inspiration does not write'.

I've heard a lot of nice quotes recently. There was the 'You are what you love, not what loves you'.. That struck me a little more than I'd like to admit. To be fair though, that entire film is just an emotional trip. It's beautiful though.

I miss drinking, and I miss having the money to drink. Ah swells. Hopefully I can fall into another more exciting job soonish.

Endless opportunities for photographs are presenting themselves in the next 3 days.. Let's just hope I don't kill the kids before I get that perfect shot.

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Sunday 3 August 2008

Nobody Searches and Nobody Cares Somehow

A fickle pickle once said to me, 'I would never do class A's with you Kate, you'd fuck me up too much. Think about how weird you are normally!'

I wish my life was a surrealist painting, then everything would be much simpler.

So anyway, some photos yeah?

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