Driving home for chrisrmas

last day of lectures, including last ever art history lecture at th school of art, a moment of bliss or a sad turn of events? Maybe a mixture. Every week that passes this year I realise how close it is until the end of University? What will I do next, masters? Who knows.
Time to go home for a week or so and relax- even though I have so much work to do, I know I will get it done, and my degree can wait, and still be completed, but family time comes round very little. - as I’m one of 7 little times are we all together .

I really enjoy looking back at old disposables- and Polaroid’s. They’re more precious than digital photos, and for me are a memory, a part of you. These elements are something that I really like to get in my paintings. I’m not after realism, if I was I could do that in an instant. What I’m most drawn to is getting the essence of a place, and for me when looking back it brings back a memory of maybe blur, but hopefully happiness. And for someone else to connect with it in anyway, maybe. Bringing them a memory, or showing them what they saw but in a diffwrb t way. That’s much more important to me. Otherwise I may aswell have s crummy photos on my walls. That I can’t remember taking. I’m not quite there yet with my art but if I was why would I still be painting? Once you can do something it is very boring for me. I constantly have to find new challenges and for now it’s the movement in a scene and picking the important elements- in some way an abstract of a scene. But in my mind everything is abstract art as no one can recreate reality, reality is reality and that cannot be represented.

anyways, merry Christmas all. Enjoy all.