I've been busy, honest.

Final Major Project is upon us. The problem is that because we had a hench 3 week break for Easter, it's proving near impossible to get back into the right frame of mind to be undertaking a task of such ambition. I am focussing on the amateur enthusiasts behind homebrewing.

By all means have a little butcher's at some of my illustrations etc.

Kodak Brownie

Today I have been charity shopping with my good friend Manda, and among some bargain books and puzzles I found this wickedcool old school camera and bought it for £5. It's bangin', trust. It's not worth much but will still make a great ornament for our house next year. Word to your mother. Have a look at this banging website I found.

http://www.brownie-camera.com/32.shtml

Right. Well I've been a bit of a busy body recently, hence anything creative has had to play second fiddle to my portfolio work, which is a shame. However, I shall endeavour to make amends with another installment of tea, typography and tortology. As you may already know, I've been accepted onto the Typography BaHons course at LCC, and I am comprehensibly chuffed to bits with the news. Considering just two months ago I was comparing universities such as Kingston and Cardiff in order to decide where I would take English, I have had a massive change of heart and realised my real desire is to stay in London and hang out with Artbitches all day, touching myself inappropriately whenever I discover a new font. If you're like me and are worried that no-one else really understands the beauty of typography, then you should check out this amazing site. It's written by Typo-geeks, for Typo-geeks. It really is rather good.

http://ilovetypography.com/

On another note, I have had a bit of a barren spell recently in terms of inspiration, but with my Saturday job comes a handful of hours towards the end of the day that I can sneakily spend doodling and excreting my typographical shit. There are a few that I really like. I will affix them in due course so bear with me.

insomnia

Sleeping pattern jarred,
pillow too hard,
the laptop secretes
lights and words and beats.
Eyelids drooping,
fingers scooping
the sleep away
as today
convulses and
the big hand
spins silently
(not to mention violently)
around the face.
I miss that place
where joy once crept
and i once slept.

Constructed Photo Talks

Based on the the word MOVEMENT.
We pretty much just pissed around in the Barbican tunnel.
Watch out now.

UCAS update...

Last time we met, I was agonising over the decision I was going to have to make; English language at Kingston, or a graphic design degree elsewhere. The problem I had with committing to English was that I didn't feel that I could neglect everything I have learnt this year. My subconscious was repeatedly poking me, like an annoying sibling, and telling me that I wanted to devote myself to something more creative. So when the opportunity to have LCC look at my portfolio arose, I figured I had nothing to lose.

They seemed to like my stuff.

I've been accepted onto their BA Typography degree course.

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bandshizzle

more to follow, my friends

Typography

Last week's project at Ravensbourne was the first that I feel I have excelled in. The outcomes of my previous projects had been less than satisfying, and so, when I learned we were to be creating an original typeface, my sketchbook instantly became a flurry of scrawls, line drawings and gaffa tape.

The tutors encouraged us to raid our houses for inspiration, one suggested tea pots or eggs, but I wanted to think outside the box. I felt that originality was the key to success and peer jealousy in this project.

I was trying to think laterally and toyed with the idea letters being formed by other letters. However, I wasn't sure how explicit I could be of the letterforms without diluting the concept, and rendering it a bit of a failure. I had to ensure that the viewer could both read the alphabet without any qualms and decipher which letters had been used to create each letter of the font. And, well, to a certain degree, I was enthused by the result. I was lauded by my peers for being original, and although it wasn't the most exciting font on show, I believe I succeeded in hitting my targets from the beginning of the project.

Go on, then. Have a peek...

Anthony Lister

I was just mindlessly flicking through some 'literature' I picked up in seven dials last week, and came across (believe me, you will too when you see his work) an article about this fine artist who goes by the name of Anthony Lister. Hailing from Australia, he already appears to have nurtured quite a reputation for himself in his native.
Whereas most contemporary painters delve deep into their insecurities in order to find one iota of truth to transcribe into their artwork, Lister taps into our self-conscious with vibrant images of some of our most faithful superheroes, instantly flying us back to our younger years, a time when we worshipped these latex-clad idols. Now, you might think that sounds rather superficial, but his intentions are nothing more than to pictorialize a childish obsession that lurks deep within us. He strives to do so in a flurry of shapes, colours and patterns, which scream with naivety and, on occasions, humour.
Vast white canvasses are invaded by rippling torsos and Goliath-esque biceps, raising these fictitious crime-fighters onto a plinth of almost God-like status, whilst disproportionate busts render the portraits more juvenile and harmless.


To be continued when I can be fagged.
But do check out his website - http://www.anthonylister.com/new.cfm

half-life

I rest in peace
But am stirred.
At least
She could have deterred
Her visit until dawn.
I'm conscious now,
The wind calls 'Sean'
And my brain starts to plough
Through a library
Of lost thoughts.
Yet one is very
Unclear; My visual ports
See the water levels
Rise and rise.
This one dishevels
Me, and so the demise
Ensues.
Ducts leaking,
I snatch my shoes.
Floorboards creaking,
I fondle the knob
Of the door and creep.
The only problem
Is I'm still asleep.