Zzzzz Wednesday

Daily stories ~ 21/2/12 from yesterday.

Soooo I was in our Animation and performance lecture yesterday when I couldn't help but imagine our lecturer Paul W sat on the piano stool facing the wall, swaying from side to side and someone coming up behind him and saying:
"Is everything alright Paul?" taking hold of his right shoulder before suddenly he turns round, his chin lowered into his neck, his eyes bloodshot and he's foaming at the mouth.

I don't know why I came up with this.

But I died inside.

I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.

I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.

Daily stories 22/02/12

Completely forgot that time when I told the ginger-bearded art sales man that 'can you imagine if you were driving up a country lane, piece of straw hanging out your mouth with 60's music playing in the background with your little yappy dog called "Terrance". All of a sudden, the wheel spins 360 degrees to the right, Terrance yapping like there is no tomorrow. Your white van crashes in a ditch and all the art materials fly out everywhere. Luckily enough, you manage to pull yourself together and set off on the road again only to find your being pulled over by some crazed officer at the boarder between two British regions. On this grey blustery day she holds the art sales man at gunpoint and says "Open it up", meaning the back of the van. At her dreaded command, he does so and exclaims "look.... you see... these are only art materials". The woman shaking the gun into the back of the van with one eye widened bigger than the other appears relieved until suddenly the man grabs a pen-pencil and hisses "or shall i say... WEAPONS!!" before jabbing her in the neck with it and kicking her in the van with his steel-toe capped rubber boot which has a hole in the big-toe end! After this, his beard grew a further 2 inches as he drove off over the boarder, onto the next school to sell his so called 'art materials' kids.

Can you imagine if we were all chained up in Pete's Monday morning class then suddenly it goes crazily dark and we are all chained up to the walls with chains, screaming and yelling for rescue as fire and smoke ascend from the deep cracks in the floor. Theres only one student thats missing from this outrage...

Emma storms up the centre wearing a black cloak and red shiny pointy boots holding a whip and cat and ninetails.
Looking around her with a stern face she quickly but firmly says

"WHO'S NEXT?"

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Summer project work 2011.

Sketches working the forms of observational studies aswell as concepts of my imagination whereby I draw to keep sane! I say draw with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might... draw until it hurts because thats what Art is about... staying up till 3am and waiting until the realm of a darker, crafty yet magical notion drifts to the conscious of your mind. Thats why I will often stay up till 3-5am sometimes just sitting and doodling.

Words will become Whispers in your Ear.

I        slowly     hear     the     people      outside step    into    my    room     with     all    their    awe     and    wonder     yet     they     cannot     see the    troubled,     wizzing     mind    which    leads me    into    oblivion.

Well you see it's like this... shocking the monkey will NOT resuscitate your dreams into thinking you are really human because we all know you   are    NOT. Therefore, I encourage that you all bow your heads down, stand up and rise for the glorious victory of the diseased macaque to take his bejeweled throne.