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each time i sit to write my profile for my placement application, my heart does backflips. 

telling myself ‘just do it, just do it’. and then scrutinising each word and sentence structure till i think ‘you know, i’ll take a break’ these breaks end up lasting for days.

'JUST DO IT!'

ok ok

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Playing with shapes and colour

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Playing with shapes and colour

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It’s exam season now. This is how I procrastinate during exam time.

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It’s exam season now. This is how I procrastinate during exam time.

Piero Piccioni (Italia,1972) - IL Dio Sotto La Pelle

Listening to this while working on the mural. I’ve been putting it off for a while, everytime I’m about to put pen on paper I’d get so anxious. it’s overdue now so I’ve gotta get it done as soon as I can. 

Project Breakthrough

I don’t even know how it came about but the idea just sprung to mind a few moments ago (after hours- no- weeks of intense ruminating and going through photos for inspiration). It feels so good now that I’ve got something to work with.

This always always happens, all the doubt and anxiety and worrying and then BAM, a short short while before the deadline. Just as well because the mural is due next week *gulp*

Today went well with the kids. The project manager didn’t come so I co-led the session with the deputy head. God! it was nerve racking. I don’t remember the last time I spoke to any person below the age of 11 so it had me wondering how to speak to them and not sound toooo grown up and rigid. But yeah, two kids from each year were supposed to come to a room after lunch break for ‘art’ (that’s what they said when I asked them if they knew the reason for the session. ‘do you guys know what you’re here for?’ ‘art’ i’m smirking remembering their innocent little faces) so altogether there were about 18 of them.

I remember when I was in year 5, we were cheeky little shits at times which made me a little wary about interacting with these kids- I remember one time we made the supply teacher cry, her eyes would be brimming with tears as she tried to keep us under control and we’d just watch in fascination and glee. Luckily no such thing happened today. I’m thinking it was down to environmental influences we were so naughty. But the kids at this school were lovely and much smarter than I remember the average primary school kid being. 

*exhales*

This weekend, I’ll be tackling this fully. I hope this new found inspiration doesn’t fizzle out by then. If it does, I’ll just have to find a way to reignite it.

Murallllll!!

Tomorrow- today (dammti it’s 6am and I’ve gotta be up for 11:30 lbsdlkvnibvl *chants* i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine) 

As I was saying, today, I’ll be going to a local primary school to speak to the kids and do some activities with them in order to get ideas for a mural i’m going to be putting together for some bare walls that need a lil lift in the school building. I’m nervous gahhh. How does one even talk to kids again? I should get a quick snooze. 

What an opportunity this is

From last summer.

From last summer.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
by

Rumi

 

Girl crowned with swirls

Girl crowned with swirls

Girl crowned with swirls
work in progress

Girl crowned with swirls

work in progress