Na što svi imamo pravo? (28. 2. 2014.)

Na prijedlog da imamo više terenske nastave, profesor nas je poveo na snimanje spota za TransAid.

Zategnule smo dva platna, smucale se po platformama i puno fotkale. Bilo je jako chill, ali se napravilo sve što se trebalo. Nažalost nisam imala fotić sa sobom, pa sam se probala snaći s mobitelom.

Going up a Hill and Drawing (29. 6. 2014.)

Inspired by Urban Sketchers, two friends and me walked up a hill and sat in the shade, drawing up whatever we found interesting amongst all the nature. I had a vision of drawing highly detailed plant drawings, but it wasn’t happening. Hahahaha. Maybe after we do this at least ten times or something.

negdjeizmedzu:

"Zašto si upisivala Likovnu Akademiju ako pišeš poeziju?"

"Zašto ste na ispitu pitali da nabroji deset afričkih država ako se predmet zove Povijest umjetnosti 1?"

Ako ćemo biti toliko kruti i kategorični oko toga koje umjetničke discipline nisu ili jesu za likovnu akademiju, onda predlažem istu dosljednost oko građe koja se odgovara na ispitu iz predmeta koji je vrlo tematski određen.

Noć hrvatskog filma i novih medija (14. 6. 2014.)

Zanimalo me što će se prikazivati, a i mama mi je rekla da odem hahahaha

Izabrala sam blok u kojem sam prepoznala najmanje filmova. Evening Star sam već vidjela, još prije. Prije prije. Čini mi se kao da je bilo davno prije. Prije nego što su mi se neki stavovi promijenili.

Evening Star je bio ok. Ali ostalo… Rekla bih da to nema veze s novim medijima? Se netko šalio dok je sastavljao taj blok? Ja ne razumijem. Toliko me iscrpilo da nisam uspjela izdržati do Richterovog pogleda. Opis me zabrinuo. Svi ti opisi su sumnjivi, ali program sam dobila tek kad sam već bila kod kina, tako da se nisam mogla spasiti na vrijeme. I tekst umjetničke voditeljice. Što???

I didn’t join the pride parade because I made the decision not to cancel Saturday lunch that I have with my LGBT-unappreciative parents.
It was the wrong decision.
I can easily frame it in a way where it seems like I didn’t have a choice. How one less person isn’t going to make much of a differece and how being considerate of my parents’ feelings was more important. After all, once I’m settled somewhere else or in a more financially-independent situation, I can attend the pride parade without any damage to someone elses or my own feelings. I can mention that one time I went, when my parents were out of country and I looked like Brian May. Or that other time when I tried to go in secret, but got caught and yelled at. I can pretend that I am not ready to dismiss parental disapproval.
But to say any of that would be a cop out, because I remember the brief conversation we had last year (was it last year?) when I got a simple, but dissatisfied ‘do what you want’. And when I came to lunch today, I got asked about my nice clothes, the camera I was carrying, what I was doing before and what were my plans for later, which was all an introduction to the last question that was about the pride parade. I had kept it dry and said it was happening right now and that I am not going. Lunch was delicious, though.
I could go read a book or watch a movie and forget about it, but I imagine there is something more constructive I could do, so I’m thinking about that.

I didn’t join the pride parade because I made the decision not to cancel Saturday lunch that I have with my LGBT-unappreciative parents.

It was the wrong decision.

I can easily frame it in a way where it seems like I didn’t have a choice. How one less person isn’t going to make much of a differece and how being considerate of my parents’ feelings was more important. After all, once I’m settled somewhere else or in a more financially-independent situation, I can attend the pride parade without any damage to someone elses or my own feelings. I can mention that one time I went, when my parents were out of country and I looked like Brian May. Or that other time when I tried to go in secret, but got caught and yelled at. I can pretend that I am not ready to dismiss parental disapproval.

But to say any of that would be a cop out, because I remember the brief conversation we had last year (was it last year?) when I got a simple, but dissatisfied ‘do what you want’. And when I came to lunch today, I got asked about my nice clothes, the camera I was carrying, what I was doing before and what were my plans for later, which was all an introduction to the last question that was about the pride parade. I had kept it dry and said it was happening right now and that I am not going. Lunch was delicious, though.

I could go read a book or watch a movie and forget about it, but I imagine there is something more constructive I could do, so I’m thinking about that.

Let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time there was a forum… My friends know this story, because it’s the story related to how I got into more serious and frequent drawing. Sure, I enjoyed drawing on my own, but having a community to share interests with, discuss and mutually encourage creativity makes a big difference.

But all of that happened a long time ago. To abruptly cut the story, I logged onto my account and, holy smokes, found three requests I had promised to draw… four years ago. And then I drew them. The end.

- The Abridged Version

I’ve been meaning to try out the new pens I bought, but I haven’t been able to get past the sketching phase, so… sketches. With bonus captions.

24-satni maraton crtanja (travanj 2014.)

Kao i zadnji put, same crteže s maratona ću dobiti natrag kasnije. Nisam sigurna hoću li ih moći skenirati, budući da će papiri biti uvezani. Tako je - ovaj put je bila zadana forma, a ne tema. A forma je knjiga (rječnik, leksikon ili priručnik).

Skočila sam na taj knjiški format i uglavnom se bavila konceptom, koji i nije toliko poseban? Zatim kako realizirati taj koncept da završeni rad bude što bliži ideji. Ima dosta teksta koji ne zna želi li biti izravan ili neizravan, spontan ili proračunat. Neke kolažirane rečenice ili rečenice stavljenje u drugačiji kontest iz Paracelsusovog Kratkog katekizma alkemije. Nekoliko crteža žena i o ženama. Tekst o tekstu (ili barem prostor za to - nisam stigla). Prazna stranica o stvarima o kojima tada nisam htjela crtati / pisati. I tako dalje.

Mehaničko bedro je bilo za zajednički rad. A bilješke su samo bilješke, od kojih većina nije završila u samom radu, iako bi te bilješke mogle funkcionirati kao knjižica za sebe ili kao dodatak.

Camp NaNoWriMo - April 2014
Ta-da!
The spike on the final day amuses me greatly and will probably continue to amuse me for way longer than it is appropriate.
April is definitely not a good month for this, though it wasn’t as impossible as I had worried it might be. I actually found this NaNo easier to write than the previous one. Something to do with perspective and expectations, yadda yadda.
btw, that beautiful straight line is London people coming over and the 24-hour drawing marathon. Hahaha.
It takes some distance to really see whether there’s any good material in there, but at the moment I’m really feeling the stuff I wrote last. There’s some potential there, I think.

Camp NaNoWriMo - April 2014

Ta-da!

The spike on the final day amuses me greatly and will probably continue to amuse me for way longer than it is appropriate.

April is definitely not a good month for this, though it wasn’t as impossible as I had worried it might be. I actually found this NaNo easier to write than the previous one. Something to do with perspective and expectations, yadda yadda.

btw, that beautiful straight line is London people coming over and the 24-hour drawing marathon. Hahaha.

It takes some distance to really see whether there’s any good material in there, but at the moment I’m really feeling the stuff I wrote last. There’s some potential there, I think.

A Very Disappointing Photo
This is a very disappointing photo, because on the 6th of April 2014, 7:28 PM everything was a very nice shade of blue. I really wanted to capture it, but the automatic white balance on my phone ‘fixed’ the colours. Forever in mourning.

A Very Disappointing Photo

This is a very disappointing photo, because on the 6th of April 2014, 7:28 PM everything was a very nice shade of blue. I really wanted to capture it, but the automatic white balance on my phone ‘fixed’ the colours. Forever in mourning.

24-Hour Drawing Marathon (December 2013)

There’s going to be another drawing marathon next weekend, so I figured it was high time to post some of the stuff I did on the previous one!

There’s a loose narative about someone living on an island and thinking about leaving, people from the city visiting and romance, because can you even do a story without romance? (You can, but nevermind that right now. This one has romance.)

These are slightly bigger than A3, so they were a pain to scan and assemble, but I’m happy with the results, for the most part. I’m toying with the idea of writing a text to accompany the images, but it’s not high on the List of Things to Do, so it may be a while before that happens.