Deliriums, Desires, Memories & Ghosts (Dreams Make No Promises)

... That is the title of my YR 12, Visual Arts BOW.

The one which I submitted yesterday, all complete and finished, and with a wave of relief, but also with a sense of loss.

I've realised over the past two years that I am like that. If I work on a piece for so long, I get really extraordinarily attached, and when it comes time to sumbitting it, or giving it away, I feel very isolated and like part of me has been taken away. It actually is like that, I guess. After all, an artists work is just a side of themselves expressed in a form of media.

Speaking more precisely about the work, I did manage to borrow my sister's camera and take it to school to get some shots of the painting. This is a picture of the overall work:

Then I took some 'detail' shots of specific parts of the painting. This is a close up of the left side.

This is a close up of the upper right.

... and this is a close up of the lower right.

There are actually a lot of little details which can't really be seen in the photos, but you know, I can only do so much with a blurry camera lens and a 15 minute lunch break.

I also took a photo of the front cover of the story book (Deliriums, Desires, Memories & Ghosts/DDMG) but I didn't have time to scan in all of the book, let alone take photos of each page. (This fact kind of upsets me, because it means you wont be able to read the story which goes with the painting, until I get the book back, which will, I assume, take forever). Here is the photo of the front cover.

In other happenings, I finally bought the other half of my dress for my formal at the end of this year. I know I don't usually talk about this kind of girl stuff here, but I am because I was mucking around with the blurry camera, and took a self timer shot of myself wearing the corset. I liked it, and others seem to like it too, so I am being a self promotional blogger, and putting it in here.

I also like this photo, because it is recent and I look like me, as opposed to my other favourite photo featuring the 'pink haired boy-girl' me, and cat, Vespadee.

Lately I have really been digging all these 90's type tunes. You know the ones. They have that teen angst dirty guitars type feel. (I know people will assume I'm talking Nirvana here, but I'm actually not... I don't really know many of their songs, but I'm not really "wow'd" by the ones I do.) I was looking through all of my albums the other day to find something for the stereo, which I use when I'm in my bedroom, to paint or draw or think things over. It is actually a very important decision for me because a lot of the time I can't be bothered changing the stereo/cd player often. What I'm getting to is that I hadn't listened to Placebo's self titled Placebo for a long long long time, which I'm putting down to having been listening to their more... lowkey (i think?) softer sounding stuff.

I really really like it. I mean, I remember why I liked them so much in the first place again. It's made me want to see them even more.

Peace&Love

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