28 April, 2016

photos; slovenia

I didn't even know where Slovenia was on a map when I bought a plane ticket to go there, and I honestly would still struggle to find it now. I know it's on the east, kind of towards the bottom. That's about it.
It's got the smallest airport I've ever seen.

We found out there was a wine tasting festival on the weekend we were planning to go. Shenanigans obviously then happened.
It was probably because of all the wine I was tasting, but it felt as though golden hour was a lot longer on that day. Or maybe it's because of all the photos I took during those few fleeting moments.

It was probably the wine, which doesn't really make it any less romantic.

Of all the lakes I've ever seen, Lake Bled is definitely one of the most beautifully surreal ones. Even as I was looking at it I couldn't believe what I was looking at. 

A group of us had travelled to Slovenia to do paragliding, which is hilariously far away from my interests but I went anyway because I figured I'd find something to do while the others were risking their lives for adrenaline. 
I ended up being too hungover to even be alive enough to say goodbye when the others left in the morning. Jackson, Matt and I ended up just walking around the lake, which was an adventure in itself. 

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I've started making my scrapbook! There's going to be a lot more pages in it than I thought, and none of my film photos will be in it, but fun nonetheless! I have no idea why I keep making stuff with stuff from last year. I can't help it, really. 

I just spent the last three days camping on Cockatoo Island, and it was weird to feel all that nostalgia for first year. There's a bit of fog surrounding 2012. 
I'm going to Macleay Museum again today, for my illustration class. Speaking of which, I'm late. What's new?


24 April, 2016

update; clean up & clean out

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I was cleaning out my hard drive the other day and stumbled upon an entire archive folder of my older drawings. I wish there wasn't so big a gap between my archives of 2003 and 2007, but I only started keeping records of all my things since the beginning of high school at the advice of someone I respected (whom I now have actually forgotten, I just remember being told to and thinking it was a good idea). 
I've been drawing selfies my whole life, and it's interesting to look back on this as a whole because it's the easiest way I can archive my life. I have very vivid memories of creating each image, and the events around each one. I guess this is why all artists make art of themselves. 

I do it mostly because I'm terrified of forgetting. 

It's all under the cut, 

19 April, 2016

photos; swiss dreams 03

I went to Fribourg for a quick meeting with my ICS coordinator in late September, and had a little realisation of how much work I actually had to do.

I'm pretty sure this was the trip where I had fondue for the first time, as well.

At this point in the year I realised how little of Switzerland I had photographed, and proceeded to do so. I know I complained a lot during the year, especially with regards to expenses, but Switzerland really is a beautiful place to live. 

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In a mere four months I've posted as much as I did all year, last year. I guess that's the difference in the amount of work and projects I'm putting myself through! Fun fun. 

I've been pimping up my Facebook page, if you don't already know. At some point it'll be good enough to act as a portal into basically all the art things I post online so I can just separate finished work and photo diaries into this blog, unfinished work and sketches onto my Tumblr sketchbook, vlogs and video diaries onto my Youtube, and eventually work out an online portfolio somewhere else. 

So much to do, as always as always. I gotta go buy some watercolours because I'm back in that game. I smelt masking fluid for the first time in a long time the other day and got flashbacks to feeling cheated when I found out it was a thing. Oh high school, it's been so long. 

Time to spend Too Much Money, 

18 April, 2016

draw; farm, class & the end is nigh

A few weeks ago, just before the start of semester, I went to Steph's farm with Paul and it was the most relaxing choice I'd ever made in my life. I didn't do as much drawing as I wanted, but the ones I did do reflected how calm I was pretty well. 

I attended a compulsory talk from UTS housing and ended up absorbing absolutely not new information whatsoever. I drew plenty of fashionable people though, which was nice.

Some other miscellaneous drawings from the past few weeks. I'm drawing in my Tintin notebook, which I bought from the museum in Belgium. It has an insert of a pop art Tintin every once in a while. 

Hanging out with Effy and Jono and drawing each other was like a breath of fresh air. I realised how much I'd missed them. Perhaps it's time for an Art Club revival?

I've been hitting a wall while feeling down about how being in Europe and of close proximity to so many of my loves. Fortunately, I also have a lot of their clothes, so I've been wearing them. 

I've been drawing a lot of selfies lately, so when my illustration tutor asked us to draw ourselves I was absolutely ready for the task. 
I'm going to make a zine of my own drawn selfies and see if any of them sell. It'll be fun, I think. Every time my illustration tutor says he doesn't care what subject we draw, I draw a selfie.

Time is an illusion, 

15 April, 2016

photos; barcelona & victor

The second time I went to Barcelona I was significantly more sober the entire time. Victor had pretty much an entire weekend planned out, and I saw a bunch of places that I didn't see the time before. He also took me to an art exhibit market that was one of the best things of my whole year. 
Victor is pretty great.

I didn't ever end up going into the Sagrada Familia. There were just too many people, and Victor had already been before when Gaby, Javi and I couldn't be alive enough to go. Besides, I get the feeling that I'll be back in Barcelona more times in my life than I care to think about right now. Gotta go touch some beards every now and then.

Victor took me to a maze, which wasn't nearly as dense as it probably should have been. You could see through the walls, and if Victor did a little jump he could probably navigate the entire thing pretty easily. If I was left alone I'd probably die though. 

The gardens around were quite lovely, but it was an overcast day and I didn't bring my flash with me. The photos ended up looking quite moody and lovely. I think we went out that night? Or rested, who knows. 

The next day Victor took me to design markets, where I ate a bunch of food and drank my first Spanish flat white, which was such a breath of fresh air. I also took my absolute favourite photo of Victor ever. 

Javi was still writing his infamous thesis at this point, and quite stressed but still 100% Javi minus smoking. I don't know if I took any photos of him at all this trip, since I only saw him once or twice that weekend. But at this point I was already planning another trip back to Barcelona for Victor's birthday, so I wasn't too down about not spending enough time with Javi. 

Strangely enough, out of the six or seven months that I was living in the same city as Victor, I easily spent the most time with him out of every one else that I had met. At this point I can definitely say that he is one of the best people I've met. While we were in Zurich we struck up what I would call an irreplaceable friendship, and even now while I'm on the other side of the world I hold all the affection for him possible. 
In words it's hard to explain, so I think people misinterpret our friendship sometimes but I mean, let's face it, I don't particularly care. Victor is one of my favourite humans. 

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I'm finishing a character turn around tonight, so here I am posting photos at 2am and taking a break from crosseyed watercolour painting. 

Sarah's in town for the whole weekend! With her working on my bed and me working on my desk, I don't feel like anything has changed from being in Zurich almost at all. Except that no one else from that entire group of people is here, which is weird but it's all so fine. 

I'll post some drawings next, to break up this monotony of photo post after photo post. Not that I mind either way, really. 

Back to work,