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Monday, October 05, 2009

Since Chantal reminded me...
(i will upload each person's artwork on separate posts)


this is my 2008 'O' Level Art Paper 1 Coursework final piece :)

Theme: Stacked
Actual size: 157x121 cm
Medium: Oil paint on canvas, 7 bottles of turpentine, 4 bottles of oil, (a bit of thinner here and there;), approx. 6 months

not fantastic for all the time spent, of course i did not spend a full six months every minute everyday, it was a result of countless after schools and thank God i earned my A:) it was truly the roughest time in my four years at cedar, but i assure you: i loved and i hated; feelings fluctuating so volatile like alpha- wavelengths, but ultimately i couldn't hate what i was passionate for and every second i struggle the feelings were so real. they were so real.

i'm not being cliche, but it was entirely worthwhile. my fondest memories all revolve around the art room and my lovely bunch of arty farties!! these memories are forever branded in my mind, i miss not doing what inspires me!(my replacements cannot compare to the pushing and pulling of thick paint on whitened canvas) art somehow opens metaphorical windows in my mind, allowing me to feel interconnected with the beautiful world(of nature), adding overlapping layers of new dimensions to this dull place we too often take for granted...

this is the product of when boredom and panic drives 5 already mad artists to insanity:





haa ha ha this was our whiteboard.

she's not here @

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