Faking it...

Faking passion is an un aknowleged talent,
As is my ability to pretend I understand the in's and out's of many various subjects...
I have become increasingly aware in the past few weeks that I'm prone to "lying"...maybe thats an over exageration,
But I do scarely often fall into the trap of morphing into one of those people that seem more like broken records...constantly repeating the phrase "I can do that" Or "I know about that".
When infact I haven't the slightest clue,
It makes for an interesting discussing...and hey if your good at it...you very rarely get sussed...and even then it wont take much blaging to rescue your lying self anyway...
And so I have on many occasions....contributed to discussions for the mere sake of it...
And have learnt some interesting things in the process...
Namely that you look like a prize idiot when you get caught out,
And that when faking passion and knowlege you often become subject to the real passion of others (It has the ability to be horrifying).
However I still stand firm in my belief that it IS a talent...(I'd be in trouble if I didn't)

Eco freindly....

Because consumerism is for low lives...

The Story Of Stuff

For those of us who have an inability to understand anything even slightly complicated...
This just happens to be "Being Eco for Dummies",
Watch it...Its shocking...

Wires

Am I realistic?

Is it realistic even to THINK about abandoning your higher academic studies,
In an attempt to persue my artistic ambitions?

You know I wasn't blessed with good judgment, or patience, which would infact make me a compleate recipe for disaster...
The thing is...my lack of patience I feel wouldn't allow me to persue any other line of work,
And so maybe, just maybe, it would be in my best interests?

And then theres the question or regret, would I regret it in later years if I don't concentrate my attention to art?
Or maybe its ludicrouse even to be thinking about regret right now...before I've even started....

Its all pretty absurd.

Envalopes are only presentable when they've been atacked with a biro

Bronze & Ink

So this has been my latest distraction...
A new canvas and a new design...that I'm hoping to sell...sometime...somewhere...


Right so...I was intending to do somthing else with this canvas...But oh well...might aswell go with the moment eh.
It was abit manky...so i decided to colour it in black...and improvised with indian ink because I didn't have any acrylic or oil paints.

Eben more improvising...I used henna to outline the design and also to give it some weight
The outlined motif
My skanky hands and bronze matalic paint...its a killer for the headIt took a while to get it right...and alot of edditing...even though its so simple
I then had to henna the centre peice...Allah


bronzed that too...

And there you go...the finished peice....

So long...

Dead Dove

(I do alopogise in advance if my chinese/japanese characters are wrong...tisn't intentional...I just have a nack at getting things mixed up...consider it a talent thats what I say)

Either way...I'm sure you'll get the meaning of this one...
Dead dove...dead peace...cheerful eh.

I have noticed that lately I have been avoiding this blog like the plague, There happens to be no reason behind it other than that i have nothing much to say,
And because i've noticed that theres more images than text...and I'm presuming it realy should be the other way round shouldn't it?
BUT...concidering I yet have to find somthing to day...I'll just leave you with some pictures...teh

(Heart fingers)

(Currl)

(A surreal peice of art, interpritation is all relinvent to you lol)

(Teasing)

(Freedom)

You can probably tell...I've come a long way with my hand drawing, and much to my pleasure I think I've finaly cracked it (Slightly anyway), I can still do with some minor improvments...but for now I'm pretty much happy with what I've got.
I've also come to the realisation that I have a new found love for resistance art...hence the all new style I've suddenly come up with...
I like to think I'm a 'varried' artist, it gives me more joy to keep changing my style than to be static and only stick to one,
I also stumbled across an art hosting site that has worked to my advantage when it comes to improving.
I came across a really lovely lady called Karen, whos helped me work on my hand drawings, and even sketched over some for me to show me where I was going wrong, So I'm very gratefull,
And heres the link for all you nosy parkers that would (maybe) like to keep up with my art, heres the link to my deviant art, and I've also put it on my toggle...
Candy-Striped-Peace

?

Is there anything wrong with being an idiot with a guilt complex?

In...

In an attempt to be constructive, I only ever seem to succeed in doing less.
mainly due to the fact that I spend most of my time thinking about what to do instead of actualy doing somthing.

Now isn't that thought provoking.

Palestine

Two new drawings, made with Charcoal, water colour pencils, and chalk.

when bordom strikes...

Wallow in your own misery...thinking about all the things you could be doing genrally crushes your ego and will eventually give you the insentive to get up and stop being a prize idiot.
Now you see the problem with not having somthing *that must be done* is that you genrally only have *random things to do*,
this also means that you will most probably spend your free time doing nothing very constructive...
much like me right now.
And so in a bid to actually do somthing of use...I atempted to paint a canvas...now when your in an unconstructive mood, the products of this mood are usualy ugly...so was my canvas...
An unatractive blobbly brown thing with swirls...and a waste of my time (or was it?).

And so what to do?

Anti fashion

A random collage against Fashion...Because weird eco Hippes rock right.
They set the slave free, striking off his chains,
then he was as much of a slave as ever,
he was still chained to servility,
he was still manacled to idolence and sloth,
he was still bound by fear and superstition,
by ignorence , suspision and savagry,
his slavery was not in the chains,
but in himself.
they can only set free men free...
and there is no need of that,
free men set themselves free.

Anon

I have the distinct feeling that...

My art box might need a clean

PATTERNS

(Material on my new bag...cute eh?)

"Practice makes perfect"

"Fair deal...but how much darn practice till I get there?"

I've been spending most of my free time drawing hands...there supposed to be (or so I'm told) the hardest part of the Human anatomy to sketch...
This theory has so far been proved right...
Much to my dismay...

.:Scribles:.

Airbaloons are a new favourite when it comes to random scribling.

Finished

Okay...So today I had my last English exam..and my last exam for a while yet until I've got everything else under control.
I tend to shy away from being over confident, actually make that "I tend to shy away from being confident full stop",
And so I'm not sure my gueses at how well I've done would be very acurate...If anything I think I might have gotten a B...
Even though I managed to compleate the papers and added extra...I'm not to sure they were "upto GCSE standards"...
You know what there like..."its my way or no way".
They claim they want originality...but only if your opinions coinside with theres...
Well...at least I got the questions I was more or less happy with...extatic maybe...
I opend the paper...Saw Guy De Maupassants 'The necklace' and screamed "YES!" not to mention the little dance that followed it...
And I also had to assemble an essey about gender appreciation and differinciation...?
what can I say...it was eather that or a short story on "advice to your unhappy freind"...
"tell 'em to shove a sock in it and buckle up"
(Don't mean to sound hard hearted though...obviously)
So there you go...now all I have to do is wait...although that for me is probably the worst part...The results are due on the 24th of August...
*wait*

Oh and I've rediscoverd my love for attending the Masjid (things seemed to have improved scine way back),
While waiting for my exams to begin (We arived early because the centre is in whitechappel...and so had two hours to kill)...
So I drifted down to whitechappel mosque...(The prospect of sitting in an exam room for two hours without the paper was far too dreadfull)...
Whilst there I prayed Jumuah...whcih was very nice...Masha'allah that had a beautiful Qari...
and then "half listend" to a Khutbah because of my ears that always seem to be failing me...I gatherd the Jist through what the Sheikh said in Arabic...And it was actualy very interesting from what i heard (shame my ears wouldn't allow me to finsh litening...I was realy enjoying it).
I then had to leave..as it was nearing the hour...but wanted to stay because they were holding a Janazah...And I felt slightly "bad" leaving just as they were preparing to start the brothers Prayer.

And so I suppose you'll want to know what else I've been doing...?
Daft question maybe...Drawing and sketching...it seems to follow the same course day in day out...
Pictures in the next blog entry,
there are far to many to squese in here.

Fist Fist Fist

Okay...and so here we have two horrbly out of perspective hands...a fist and a peace sign...
I haven't the slightest clue why I can't for the life of me get the thumb right...
Its just not happening for some odd reason.
Argh.

Lots of time to practice though iA, I'm having my last Language exam on Tuesday...and then thats me done for the next two months before I get down to Alevel work...
Argh.

Mo_0N

Another Islamicly tuned piece, again its bronze on black card (with Magnolia at the back for the moon)

Hand

My first ever attempt at a hand...its thrown out of perspective compleatly, but for a first attempt...I'd say its not to bad.
And hey the very flat palm and the wonky index finger add to the character...

Bronze Motif

Like I said, it must be the exam stress getting to me.
Yesterday, I felt the sudden urge to create a floral Motif...However unable to think of a new one...I *zapped* up the old one.
And because I'm far to lazy to paint an entire Canvas in Black, and pain sakingly wait for it to dry (and with the oils I use it usualy takes about three days for that to happen).
So instead I decided to utilise my now very old scrap book...that hasn't actually seen a scrap yet, and painted my motif in Anteque Bronze Matalic paint.
It may give you an unbearable headache....and clog up your throat...
But the affect it gives is gorgeous mA, and I especially like the way it fades in places...

And I've decided I'd like to try some relief printing (when i find some rubber/leather or wood that is).
With kind of the same Motif design...We'll see.