Literally Dead Line

Wow, that was a tough fortnight indeed! It baffles me how many hours there are in the day yet how little time we have to do things nowadays, or at least how little time I see to have. I spent my past two weeks worrying about the prospects of not completing my fine art or textiles work in time for the deadlines. Needless to say I just about got it all done however I am in serious sleep debt and think that I am now considered a psychopath by my friends and family! But the point is, sleep is important-actually that’s not my point but I have heard that saying so much over these two weeks it is safe to say drilled into my head, so whenever there is an awkward silence between me and my friends “Sleep is important” manages to burst out. Fantastic, but what does that have to do with the price of fish?!

Not many people could understand why I walked into the sixth form block wearing odd socks under soggy pumps looking like death warmed up and covered in acrylic paint and pva glue. Hahahaa one point I became so irritated by the noise of younger years I pretended to be an art teacher and tell them all off for disturbing an exam outside the textiles studio, they believed me bless them-see theatre studies can be handy. My Fine art topic was a still life and looking back at my friend Tasha’s work of these beautiful flowers and Shannon’s studies of children’s toys or Amy’s immaculate birds, I realised that I probably thought too much about mine.

“Róisín what is your art work about?” Dad asked carefully as I sat like hunch back of Notre dame over the kitchen table painting like a lunatic, at least in the Disney film he’s gentle.

“A nostalgic view on what once was a great British Treasury.” I mumble, loosing the capability to converse with human beings.

“Oh Right…are you sure you’re not putting all your eggs into one basket?” he suggested.

“NO!” that was the clearest thing I’d said for a fair few days.

My work focused on, well it was self explanatory. I initially had no idea to be honest at the beginning of the topic so I just started drawing folds of material and earrings I found in a treasure chest I keep in my room. I wasn’t till I noticed the on going use of Red, Blue, Purple and Gold; I though aha these are luxurious looking colours lets stem off from here-in my best authorative sounding male voice.  

But the point is all the work done, funny thing was my final piece was so obviously mine as it was a brown chest I buggered up too make it look old, to be honest I accidentally broke it :D  Textiles went well I got my finger stuck in the sowing machine and it got infected-that was a sight so sore eyes, literally. Then there was the fact I ripped the nail bed apart on another finger and rubbed away at three layers of skin on my thumb-this is the price for frantic dedication ladies and gentlemen. However art is something that brings me to life and just wrapping myself up in a large piece of fabric, no care for what it is generates the feeling of happiness and so I am inspired to go crazy on paper…even better when one has had no sleep.