I'm on twitter now, to try to advance my prospects. Vic told me to get on there. http://twitter.com/SubtleFaery
I'm starting a new story too.
Its alot of things I have thought over the past few years, lots of ideas... I just need to make it work...
It started cause I wrote a small piece and Vic-again- told me that it sounded like the beginning of a bigger one... hence my mind clicked...
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Sunday, 1 November 2009
FINISHED!!!
I finished my fourth-and best- novel! I've named it Ignorance, for that is the main theme runing through it...
I can't believe it; It's come to an end and I feel like I've grown up with the main charector, and now I have to leave her, like I would have to leave a best friend... I don't want to!!!
I really really really want to pump this to get published... But howw?!?!?!
I can't believe it; It's come to an end and I feel like I've grown up with the main charector, and now I have to leave her, like I would have to leave a best friend... I don't want to!!!
I really really really want to pump this to get published... But howw?!?!?!
Monday, 12 October 2009
UPdate
Hey! Did i mention i sold my first ever painting?
Well, I did.
Me and mum never expected to get anything from setting up our work at an art and crafts weekend in Reepham but a few nice criticisms and helpful tips. We brought our works out onto our board self conciously, agonisingly setting them straight and debating the enormity of the prices we had given our oil painting. We had spent a fair time trying to work out what price would have been a great depiction of the hours we had spent on the pieces, the materials used, the love we had for them.
We got the prices wrong.
After a tension-filled saturday where we both wandered around the rest of the fair and found our work out of the usual band of coinage, we decided to cut the prices...by at least a half.
At the end of the day, we had a few prospective buyers whom seemed genuinely interested, yet the price had lead them away, and then finally, a man looked at one of my pictures, stopped, looked at another artists, before looking back to mine... My hope was high, I felt my breath shallow, but then he walked away.
The next day, he was back, admiring the painting. It was a nice painting; I had spent a lot of adure into its content as it was of my cat, Casper. A chunky fellow of little to no violence, he had recently died due to his big-boned size bringing about a heart attack. Whilst still left with his nephew and sister and fellow house-mate, Casper had always been the most loved of the cats we posessed, and his departure was still greatly felt. I had painted his silver-tabby fatness in a brown basket upon the terracotta kitchen floor; a classic commercial artwork.
The man who was admiring the painting brought forwards his blonde-haired daughter, and proceeded to pass me the £45 needed to exchange the painting to his hands. I couldn't believe it. Shock took over me as I, like a machine, wrapped the canvas in various bubble wrap gauzes, and then handed it to them.
I sold my first painting; I couldn't believe it!
Anyway, the rest of the day went along as usual as we slowly melted from boredom in our chairs. No other artwork sold, we dilligently wrapped up and came away.
I tried to write this in the style of the 1800's, which to me imposed a sense of hyperbolic poeticness which created an inadvertant seperateness from the actions happening
Did it work? =)
Well, I did.
Me and mum never expected to get anything from setting up our work at an art and crafts weekend in Reepham but a few nice criticisms and helpful tips. We brought our works out onto our board self conciously, agonisingly setting them straight and debating the enormity of the prices we had given our oil painting. We had spent a fair time trying to work out what price would have been a great depiction of the hours we had spent on the pieces, the materials used, the love we had for them.
We got the prices wrong.
After a tension-filled saturday where we both wandered around the rest of the fair and found our work out of the usual band of coinage, we decided to cut the prices...by at least a half.
At the end of the day, we had a few prospective buyers whom seemed genuinely interested, yet the price had lead them away, and then finally, a man looked at one of my pictures, stopped, looked at another artists, before looking back to mine... My hope was high, I felt my breath shallow, but then he walked away.
The next day, he was back, admiring the painting. It was a nice painting; I had spent a lot of adure into its content as it was of my cat, Casper. A chunky fellow of little to no violence, he had recently died due to his big-boned size bringing about a heart attack. Whilst still left with his nephew and sister and fellow house-mate, Casper had always been the most loved of the cats we posessed, and his departure was still greatly felt. I had painted his silver-tabby fatness in a brown basket upon the terracotta kitchen floor; a classic commercial artwork.
The man who was admiring the painting brought forwards his blonde-haired daughter, and proceeded to pass me the £45 needed to exchange the painting to his hands. I couldn't believe it. Shock took over me as I, like a machine, wrapped the canvas in various bubble wrap gauzes, and then handed it to them.
I sold my first painting; I couldn't believe it!
Anyway, the rest of the day went along as usual as we slowly melted from boredom in our chairs. No other artwork sold, we dilligently wrapped up and came away.
I tried to write this in the style of the 1800's, which to me imposed a sense of hyperbolic poeticness which created an inadvertant seperateness from the actions happening
Did it work? =)
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
WOOP!
I started university.
At first I was dreading it, because my last experience of Uni... it didn't go too well to say the least.
With my enforced year out, with my loss and gain of friendships and the interesting mix of jobs I've had, I am feeling a lot more grown up, and I think that has helped me. I mean. I've had a pretty shit year really, and that's not even including anything about myself. All my friends have shown thier true colours, resulting in me not talking to any of them for half the year. Yet, instead of a crushing blow, by that tme, I was quite happy to be rid of thier finickyness.
Stephie and Laura said that a year out would help me; would let me see who I really was, even if I didn't DO anything. Well, it isn't me to not do ANYTHING, so I wrote, I took up art again (even though I hated it since A level) and I took a job. And then I found peace with the world.
I now see a lot more than I did before, and I feel so...Me. Little me. I see that my A level art teacher was actually an alright guy, you just had to have a strong charactor to take him. I do now. I wish to show him my artwork; I think he'd be happy.
As for me and Uni? I've made friends already, although not anyone on the same course as me haha!
It doesn't matter. I will, when I start going to proper lectures and things. I probably will today really. I like Uni; I think because I went in with such dreaded expectation, each new, lovely thing that happens is intensified to its full beauty to me.
I can't wait to learn. I feel back where I belong.
Sorry for the serious blog. I just... thought it was appropriate.
Hazey XxX
At first I was dreading it, because my last experience of Uni... it didn't go too well to say the least.
With my enforced year out, with my loss and gain of friendships and the interesting mix of jobs I've had, I am feeling a lot more grown up, and I think that has helped me. I mean. I've had a pretty shit year really, and that's not even including anything about myself. All my friends have shown thier true colours, resulting in me not talking to any of them for half the year. Yet, instead of a crushing blow, by that tme, I was quite happy to be rid of thier finickyness.
Stephie and Laura said that a year out would help me; would let me see who I really was, even if I didn't DO anything. Well, it isn't me to not do ANYTHING, so I wrote, I took up art again (even though I hated it since A level) and I took a job. And then I found peace with the world.
I now see a lot more than I did before, and I feel so...Me. Little me. I see that my A level art teacher was actually an alright guy, you just had to have a strong charactor to take him. I do now. I wish to show him my artwork; I think he'd be happy.
As for me and Uni? I've made friends already, although not anyone on the same course as me haha!
It doesn't matter. I will, when I start going to proper lectures and things. I probably will today really. I like Uni; I think because I went in with such dreaded expectation, each new, lovely thing that happens is intensified to its full beauty to me.
I can't wait to learn. I feel back where I belong.
Sorry for the serious blog. I just... thought it was appropriate.
Hazey XxX
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Uh Oh 2
Still missing the ex boyfriend.
Some more has come back to me; I changed him into a human and it was like we were first going out again.
I miss how he used to smile at me; I saw it in the dream. It haunts me.
We went into Norwich today -my brother, his girlfriend and I, and we ran into the ex's sister. I miss her too.
All my emotions are coming back. I don't like it much at the moment. So confused.
Some more has come back to me; I changed him into a human and it was like we were first going out again.
I miss how he used to smile at me; I saw it in the dream. It haunts me.
We went into Norwich today -my brother, his girlfriend and I, and we ran into the ex's sister. I miss her too.
All my emotions are coming back. I don't like it much at the moment. So confused.
Uh Oh
Last night I had the worst night sleep for a long time. I also had an immense dream. Not for who was in it- my ex boyfriend- but for what he was; a shape shifter into a dragon-headed, phoenix-tailed dragonfly-bodied blue and green brilliant insect. I love my imagination sometimes.
My brother and his girlfriend are here at the moment. Yesterday we went to cromer and amounted so many tickets in the arcade machines that we won a yo yo and bandana each and still had enough for a glow stick. We also won many amazing keyrings and bracelets on the 2p machines.
We spent a lot of change....
My picture isn't going so well- the background is fine, but the person is a bit hard. They're walking forwards but have baggy trousers on, so it doesnt look like they are, yet they are because of thiert body movements.... graaaah!
My brother and his girlfriend are here at the moment. Yesterday we went to cromer and amounted so many tickets in the arcade machines that we won a yo yo and bandana each and still had enough for a glow stick. We also won many amazing keyrings and bracelets on the 2p machines.
We spent a lot of change....
My picture isn't going so well- the background is fine, but the person is a bit hard. They're walking forwards but have baggy trousers on, so it doesnt look like they are, yet they are because of thiert body movements.... graaaah!
Friday, 4 September 2009
What's A Girl To Do???
Since my work is being Reviewed, I told myself I wouldn't write anything else so that I can purge all my energies into this one novel... But the urge is too strong....
I've been fighting it for soo long, but today I wrote a bit on another novel... and IT FELT SO GOOD!!!!
=)
On the plus side (hehe) I did some more painting and for anyone who is around on the 26th/27th September, me and my mum are in an art show in Reepham to try to sell some of our works. Come have a look if you want and tell us your opinions XxX
I've been fighting it for soo long, but today I wrote a bit on another novel... and IT FELT SO GOOD!!!!
=)
On the plus side (hehe) I did some more painting and for anyone who is around on the 26th/27th September, me and my mum are in an art show in Reepham to try to sell some of our works. Come have a look if you want and tell us your opinions XxX
Thursday, 3 September 2009
The Life and Times of a 19 year old
Life for the moment is sorted;
My hair is finally dyed at the ends to an unnatural red!
I'm going to the UEA to do English Lit and History of Art,
Meanwhile, I shall work in the kitchens and stack a bit of money for me.
Oh, and my writing is to be reviewed. Maybe. Hopefully. We shall see.
Unfortunately, I have also come to realise just how much someone makes me smile, just a few weeks before they go to uni for three years, away from me.
Life is a bitch sometimes.
My hair is finally dyed at the ends to an unnatural red!
I'm going to the UEA to do English Lit and History of Art,
Meanwhile, I shall work in the kitchens and stack a bit of money for me.
Oh, and my writing is to be reviewed. Maybe. Hopefully. We shall see.
Unfortunately, I have also come to realise just how much someone makes me smile, just a few weeks before they go to uni for three years, away from me.
Life is a bitch sometimes.
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