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Can you see a face in this rock?

Can you see a face in this rock?

Or it is just me who can visualise an old man with a mustache? I like to imagine his body extending underneath the water, ready to reach out with stone hands and swot away little fishing boats that sail around his face, as irritating flies do on a hot day. Captured near Koh Samui in Thailand.

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What will I miss?

What will I miss?

I am moving to Honduras for a year to teach English with the charity Project Trust. As the time of my departure draws closer I am starting to get a sense of the things, and most importantly, the people I will miss during my 12 months overseas. The Lake District in Northern England is definitely high on the list of places I will think of to remind me of home. Que sad photo of me looking into the distance…

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Favourite Sketch book page ~1

Favorite Sketch book page ~1

A peek into my sketch book. Sketch books can be very personal and private, so it was tense watching people look through mine. When so much work has gone into producing the art, it is like bearing your soul to the viewer… Okay that’s melodramatic but I can’t help clenching my teeth as people turn through the pages. Anyone else know what I mean? More pages to come…

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Drawing

Drawing

Recently I did a project on Refugees for my A level Art course and drew this woman to show how conflict can physically and emotionally scar a person. I always find that when I have the task of drawing an image as intricate as this it can be really daunting; you have to be brave to make the first mark on the seemingly endless expanse of white paper.
At first it starts off with some clumsy lines mapping out a basic outline, but as time goes on and your hand becomes used to the weight of the pencil and you mind becomes focused on the picture, things finally feel like they might be coming together. Then there is the stage where you realise that the nose is too big, the shading is wrong and the ear looks like an alien and you have to rub those parts out and start again…
But after you have made the last mark and you look up from the paper and come back to the surface you know you have done well when the underside of you hand is covered in a thin layer of graphite.

New to blogging

I’m not sure what to say… Knowing that if I splash my thoughts across this page it can be read by anyone, concentrates my mind. I will try to make these posts and photographs worth seeing and reading, but first to get exams out of the way…