Diary: Warm Meals & Weird Dreams

I've had pizza two nights this week, so it's clearly been a success. Other than that I've been diligently tending to my digital rose garden (all around my house in Animal Crossing), reading Tina Fey's Bossypants (which I've not finished yet) and mentally preparing for my return to art school (next Monday I start my third and final year). Of course, as it's the first of October, I will now be assuming my true form for a month, wafting translucently around in people's attics and knocking over their abandoned knick knacks. You're welcome.

Big Red Cardigan

My last diary post touched on this (welcoming the incoming cardigan weather), but here I am devoting a whole post to cardigans, and in particular my massive, beautiful, and infinitely comfy red cardigan.

Any time it's gotten a bit cold, or I want to swaddle myself and wail like the overgrown baby I truly am, I throw on this, the king of cardigans. It's the closest I can get to wearing a duvet in public, and for that I am super duper grateful. Because it's extra large, I can wrap it all around me and waltz around as a big red blob. It also has two big, low pockets that come in very handy for carrying water bottles and small teddy bears, and it has some nice stripy detailing around the edges.

It's perfect. I am going to nap under it right now.

Autumn Light

I wanted to make some simple black and white scans this week, but I hadn't anticipated the sun shining so brightly through my window, so there's an unprecedented amount of white light in these scans. Luckily it's quite a pleasant intrusion. The sun and I are pals (sometimes).

Björk On Bread

I found this beautiful full-page photo of bread varieties neatly slotted together in squares and thought it would be a great collage background. It's from an M&S print advert, and I thought I'd mention it, because I think M&S have a great ad campaign at the moment (here's their current TV ad) - these adverts aren't patronising, they don't use unpleasant/forced humour, and M&S seem to be turning away from their over the top, weirdly sexual adverts towards more genuine-feeling adverts that focus on the beauty and design of the food itself. I think these adverts are proof that you don't have to make a harmful, annoying, or false advert to sell your product.

Anyway, here's Björk, a lizard, and some other stuff on bread.

Moon Land

There are lots of shapes and textures here again, making torn and watery landscapes of each page.  I feel like these pages are effectively building some kind of world together. There's a reasonably jumbled nature to them, which I like for its childish surrealism, but they're not without consistency. It makes sense for this happy crescent moon to be here, glowing green and watching over a cartoonish, notebook landscape.

I use the moon motif a lot, largely because I really do find the moon a source of security. I discussed this with my boyfriend a while ago and he figured the comfort I find in the moon's presence lies in its position as a constant fixture. Its continuous presence has a kind of safety and comfort to it, so I think this is why I tend to include it in my worlds as a benevolent, watching figure in the sky.

Film Photo Favourites

I haven't developed a roll of film in ages now, although I currently have two being very slowly used up (well, one disposable camera and one roll loaded into my Diana Mini). I'm starting to miss getting freshly developed photos back from the lab, though, so to counter this filmsickness I thought I'd look through my old photos and chose some of my favourites. I realise that this selection is a bit of an Elliot showcase, so I hope you can bear with me through what is essentially a holiday slideshow (the holiday is my boyfriend).

The first picture above was taken some time before Elliot broke those glasses of mine... by sitting on them. A classic destructive act by his dangerous and rebellious bottom.

These pictures, whilst not very well exposed, are cheery records of a lovely train ride from our 2013 Slovakia holiday. I loved the train cabins with their big mirrors and windows. Foreign trains are really magical and exciting, one of the best parts of being on holiday for me. I think I actually cried with happiness on this train.

These pictures are from a day we went for a walk and Elliot goofed around in this tree. I often forget how nice it can be to just go for a walk in a park, or to somewhere nearby. This tree-climbing moment was part of a nice little adventure near Elliot's house where we fed ducks and jumped over a little river. I've always been too scared to climb trees so I stayed on the ground and took photos.

I'm not sure why I like this picture so much. I think I like the blacked out half because it makes it look unfinished and bare, but maybe somehow full at the same time. Like it's a moment filled with so much that the black rectangle can't represent it.. It just seems real, somehow. Like all real moments that can be cut off from each other, singular, and appreciable as separated instances, but impossible to actually remove from all context of the life and world surrounding them. A moment and a multitude at the same time.

Or maybe I just like the expression. It was a goodbye, I think, so maybe the empty rectangle is the representation of the endless possibilities of whatever comes after.

Ink Mountain & Friends

These pages incorporate lots of pretty old work I've kept, so for me it's a little odd looking at them, because everything is new and old at the same time. Stencilled Will Smith, painted book pages, a picture of me in the sea, and the quick, messy "cute eyeball" painting which spawned a song of the same name. All these things have significance to me, and now they're ripped and rearranged together, the sum of their parts - just as I am the sum of my parts, forever tearing up pieces of me to make new hybrids, new versions of me.