Day Thirtyfive

3D project day. It is official, I am not someone who can do 3D. My brain just isn't wired up that way. So I'm aiming for a pass and nothing more. I have to finish as much as I can and take lots of really good photos, which I have started doing. Here is a taster.

I'm much better at photography than I am at 3D, which I'll admit surprised me a little. This is my murder victim, he was gutted and his internal organs strewn across the floor. I'm going to take a few pictures of the first responder, a lovely policeman currently without a catchy name, and with a stupid grin on his face which I will have to edit out. Then I'll take photos of the bloody knife, and eventually the suspects.
In the afternoon was life drawing but I skipped out to work some more on my History essay. Another subject I am, unfortunately, not very good at.

Day Thirtytwo

Today we sat around and chatted about what we had done over the last week for our 3D project, some advice was given by our peers and our tutor and now we have to advance on those. My idea has now changed from a murdered teddybear, to a serial teddy killer, to a Cludeo vs CSI style murder and is now heading towards famous suicides.
I have no idea what I'm doing anymore and am sticking by my decision to go down to part time. I now have one week to re-create a number of famous and iconic suicides, I'm not convinced it can be done. We shall see.

The afternoon was life drawing, and I am finally showing some improvement. I've been doing life drawing for over 10 years, but my original tutor was a fool and wanted nothing to do with me because I wouldn't let him teach me by drawing all over my work. Maybe that was wrong of me, but he took instant offence rather than trying to explain it to me. Anyway, Rachael is different and her look of disappointment when we don't get better is too much to bear, so I have improved. Unfortunately I have left them at college without taking photos... Sorry.

Day Twentynine

More 3D. We sat around, like last week, and talked about our progress, or lack there of. Most of the class were apparently sick so it went a lot quicker and only took about an hour and a half. We then spent the rest of the morning working on some ides. Part of my homework was to watch at least one episode of Robot Chicken, which I did and will never do again, totally not my sort of thing, but I understand why I was to watch it. I got the point. I also have to watch The Imaginarium of Dr Parnasus, which I will do as soon as I can get hold of a copy.

For the afternoon there was life drawing which I ducked out of this week. I needed to get home and think about my installation and maybe even get some of it done! And as I'm writing this a few days late, I did get some of it done, there are a few things that will have to wait till Wednesday, which is when I get paid, but the rest is coming along... Pictures will follow at a later date.

Day Twentythree

Another 3D project, after the last one I was kinda shitting a brick. What the hell was I going to do with this one? Well it turns out I didn't need to worry too much on this point. We were told the different types of sculpture we could do, from land art where you find some stones and pile them up on top of each other, to deconstruction/reconstruction where you tear something apart and remake it anew. Many, many options. We were told we could go to a charity shop and look around, find a few things we liked and use them, so I thought about what I had at home and what I could do with what I had. I eventually decided on the teddy bears we have sitting on a canvas chest of drawers. The canvas is black and our bedroom is deliberately kept dark, so I thought about emptying the clothes onto the bed and having the teddy's hide and poke their heads out.  Of course my mind did not stop there, the teddy's had an argument and one of them was found on the floor, bleeding, murdered! Who had done such a thing? So I imagined doing the whole project like a crime scene whodunit. My partner, however, refused to let me kill one of our own teddy's and insisted that if we were to kill one we had to go to a charity shop and buy him first. Well, we came across the cutest little murder victims and they were only 45p each, so it kinda turned into a serial killing.

 Then we found the police officer who will be the first responder to the crime scene when their bodies are found. The chap next to him was also very cute and my partner thins he would be a good killer, but I think that's a bit obvious. We shall find out soon enough who the 'real' killer is when the investigation is over.

I was planning on the final piece being their bodies buried in the ground, and the scrapbook could be the crime scene report. I'll let you know how it ends.