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(I Hate Glasses)

Do you know how humiliating it is to have to wear glasses that cause you to have facial twitches?

Whoever...

("Dude")

...Created this, Is a complete genious.
Among the things I have been trying, and failing, to acomplish (acomplish is a word people use to add a sense of minor acheivment to a sentence when in all truth and honesty, its messed)
Graffiti is one of them.

I've already coverd my stance on Graffiti,
Now letts cover my stance on not being able to do graffiti.

Graffiti means to scribble, to scratch, to make a small mark...
I can scribble, scratch God help me, and make small marks...
I cannot however turn my scribbles, scratching and small, on the off chance ocsionally very big marks into peices of art.

I was out on a ramble, and came across the "dude", I love the "dude", I hate over analysing, but I will over analyse the "dude",
The "dude" was created with very swift hand strokes, the "dude" is very simple but VERY cool,

The "dude" makes me angry because I can't make a "dude", the "dude" causes me to seethe inwardly, and fume outwardly.

My list of life achievments has extended by one,

::Succesfully create a Graffiti "dude" using swift scribble-scratches and small marks.

FullStop

(Taste The Freedom)

Recently, I've been noticing more and more the fact that every artist has there signiture style,
The full stop on the sentance,
The thing that transforms somthing ordinary into the extraordinary.
Everyone seems to have some small special effect, some interesting way of of observing whats around them, that turns thier sketches into amazing peices of art.
I have for the past few weeks, spent my time on sites like deviantArt.com, looking at other peoples work, looking at those FullStops,
and trying to understand how in the name of God they manage to work up somthing so amazing and so true to themselves.

You very rarely see the same FullStop twice, every single one is different, kind of like a finger print really.

And so naturally, I had the sudden urge to discover what my 'FullStop' IS ( or is not)...
And naturally I couldn't find it.

Pact

I've made a pact with myself,
And I don't do pacts, (Maybe its all this spiritual awakening stuff getting to me eh)

Basically I've given myself a rota, and have come to the relisation that (No, scrap that I come to the realisation at least a couple of times day, and it never has any long lasting effect).
I have decided that its high time I got down to some serious studying, If I have any intention of passing my GCSE's and getting to the Alevel stage, then sitting around all day pondering over abstract art (that is infact so abstract its better of in the trash)
Is not the way to go about it.
And despite the fact that I am mathematically illiterate, I think I have to face facts, and know that foundation math really isn't a toughy.
And considering I won't be studying any other subject for the time being, it REALLY is imporatant that I shift my carcas and start doing somthing productive in the study sphere.
I will though shy away from exposing myself to out right humiliation, and will not let you get your cunning eyes on the rota, because, its so absurdly simple and fitting only for the stupidest of creation.
My illiteracy means that I am incapable of compleating more than five units of math per day.

However my line of defence is that so long as you know the basic addition and subtraction, your safe and sound, leave the big stuff to the big people, right?

My Rota also includes Tajweed, taught to me by my wonderful mother,
I feel sorry for anyone that has to teach me anything,
Even the most basic subjects can become a laberous task when you put me into the equasion.
BUT, I'm determined to give it a go and insha'Allah if I put my head to it, then after some 'period of time' I will acomplish, somthing at least.

My rota also means that I will spend far less time thiniking of what to do and more time actually doing somthing.
One of my biggest problem areas to be frank with you.
I can spend the most hidious amount of time thinking about what I could do to combat the boredom, when the options are more often then not layed out elegantly before me,
only my observation is limited when...well no actually its just limited.

Books

Today I went through that massive pile of books hidden in that trunk in the corner of that room,
I'm the kind of person that will pick up a book once, read it, and never go back to it again,
I am in that sense Anti ReReading.
Not to mention that half the books I've read are from libraries, and I'm hardly ever able to find them in book stores,
Not because I want to Reread them, but because I WANT them.

And, I've discoverd I love photos of piles of books,

Cracking

Don't ask the logic behind it, Its a drawing .FullStop.

Punch up

Sometimes, don't you wish you could be more in control of the things that fly cannily out of your mouth?
And that you could trade sarcasem for Humour?

Might I sujest we all take the radical step of, every now and then, flinging ourselves at ourselves and having a punch up,
It would probably do me the world of good.

Pu-rrrrr-ses Meow

Remember that conversation we had about the effects of bordom on my mortal self?
Well, this time it came about in the form of purses,





Considering its the first time I've ever handled a zip that isn't atached to an item of clothing,
Its Pretty good (Don't look at the funny stiching, I'll kill you)

Veiw point

Ja ja

Well, how about that...I've just realised the ribbing at the top of my goblet is wonky and out of perspective,
It was shading practice anyway *cough*

Couldn't be botherd to finish this one, the little bell'things at the top are quite good though.

Somthing A Little More Technical,

Technical really isn't my thing, technical nesesitates perfection, and I happen to be far from perfect.
But, considering I live in this mortal sphere that demands perfection from imperfection,
I thought I might aswell have a go, despite the fact that my perspective is always shot to peices by my shakey hand, and I never seem to get my shading quite right,

But there you have it, a technical drawing covering two A4 pages, made with a H&B pencil.

Oh and by the way, Its a water pump...

Okay, so I promised a book reveiw, and I always fail with promises, but for want of anything to type, I decided to have a go at it anyway, just don't expect anything thought provoking or highly interesting from me, thats what the books for...

'In the early hours'
By: Khurram Murad

Basically, to give you an rough outline the book covers our reflections on spiritual and self development as individuals, and gives both the basic and more compleacated methods in acheiving our ultimate goals as Muslims first and formost and then as individuals in the Dunya. I've raced through this book, because its so suprisingly easy to read and digest,
Unlike alot of books which can be slugish, and that tend to always go about telling you things the hard and complecated way, This book is written in a very free way, I suppose its more like direct conversation if anything. I'm also finding that the practical advice is having more of an effect than it uaually would for me, coming from a book. Not only is it having an effect but its also ajusting my thinking points, which is also quite suprising.

Now, my take on a book reveiw is slightly different to the more usuaul one you would find, and so instead of giving you a running comentary on the books content, you now have the title and the author, and if your looking for some 'self development talk' then you might go and digg up the book . Its one of those books, that if taken seriously, could honestly have a very good effect on your character, plus the Quranic texts and Ahadith constantly bring you back to what it is your setting out to achieve, jannah.
So its all well and good here,

Black&White Frenchy

This is what bordom does to me, at least it turns ourt pretty eh.
This frenchy bag was much more easier to make then the first, and was gifted to my mum, who is using it as a crafting bag :D

So apparently bordom can be productive, interesting.

Average

So It's been a while scince I had an unorganised ramble of haphazard things,
And for some odd and uninteresting reason I thought this was almost the right time to have one,
I say almost because I'm not entirely sure what it is I have in mind to ramble on (although I've been told the essence of rambling is that it is NOT structured).
I've started a diet, Or actually I tagged along with a diet, question is why, answer is I'm not quite sure,
I currently weigh an average for my height/age, but I don't 'think' I quite like the sound of average.
Anyway it seems to be working, regardless of the fact that I'm compleatly oblivious to what I'm supposed to be doing (that comes with the tagging), and have been told on many occasions that "its obvious this is your first time dieting",
because yes, quite frankly I have no idea.
(I don't think I'll be able to stand the diet for long in any case, my naturel instinct makes it impossible for me to go for to long without having the urge to eat everything within my reach (and having thought about it, out of my reach too).

My love life with painting is going steadily down hill, reason being that I can't afford to buy anymore canvases until I've sold the ones I already have.
My freind kindly took some of my canvases to a couple of Islamic book shops to see if they'd me interested in selling them,
unfortunatly £15 is apparently far to expensive for one canvas.
Which I have to say, anoyys me.
I think alot of folk only price a painting on what is there lying before them, and don't appreciate the man hours it takes to firstly 'think of', and then to transfer onto a canvas, but because its my first time selling I've decided to become the "shop owners pet" and sell them for whatever price there willing to pay,
And Insha'allah we'll see what happens.
(Its not easy funding an obsession with art :D)

I've also started reading again,and trust me its been a long time scince I picked up a book, and so it was high time that I started again.
To ease myself into the reading sphere again I just randomly picked up the closest book to me (I seem to be doing an wful lot of that lately).
Thst book happend to be "angelas ashes" by Frank McCort,
It was a fantasticly witty but extreamly sad and dark book (hey I like the cobanation), and had me near tears in places and near tears again in places (but that was with laughter), good book.
The next book I picked up was more to my advantage and well being then the last,
Its an Islamic book that covers spiritual reflections, and I have to say has had me gripped...Its highly interesting,
and so I will uppon the morrow give you a book review (run)

Till then, get lost :P

Thrift a dress

(Went thrifting and found a cute lil crochet dress, don't cringe at the crochet, its gorgeous and you've been brainwashed by the fashion media)

Tapps

So, you have a new sketch book, thats been lurking about your room waiting impatiently for you to finish that old tatty one, your unsure how to start, much like anything else starting a sketch book isn't as easy as it might appear (Well not for hesitant folk like me anyway),
So following on with my weird ways I decided to give it the go ahead with three sketches of, Tapps, garden tapps to be precise,
The new sketch book which I got from Reeves, looked fabulouse, and the paper (I thought) was fantastic for £10,
Unfortunatly my eyes decieved me, and the paper far from good will only hold pencil, but regardless, I'll just fill it with interesting and weird sketches, hopefully,
And heres the Culprit,


(the papers slightly grainy, which is why I thought it would be good for holding waterColour, obviously not)
And here are the tapps, not wonderful, the shading is off in a variety of places (character), but then I wasn't looking for somthing perfect, just 'Somthing')(The shading is Ok on this one, I just liked the old tapp and thought I'd have a go)
(And another, this one is slightly different, made with waterColour pencils because...well just because they were the first thing at hand)


(Don't ask)

I think my new obsession with tapps will take a little longer to subside than the hands and swirls,
Who ever thought a tapp could be so interesting eh ;)

Colourful pictures crammed into a box

I'm fully aware that I have not been Flickr tagged, but it just looked to inviting, all those colourful pictures crammed together looking magical,
So I tagged myself, and look what i ended up with, maghica innit.

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.

b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

Frenchy Bag

Look what I made ;)
Its a frenchy bag, took some time and "Is" I have to admit wonky in quite a number of places, but with mums expert help I got there in end lol.

I lurve it haha,

(The cute lil crochet'd flower wasn't made by me, But was given to me by my older sis, cos it matched perfectly with the fabric)(Lining)

Its called free thinking

People keep bringing up the subject of vandalism, what is and what is not vandalism, and is it even or ever acceptable?
This is in specific regards to graffiti, which is according to some "compleatly Haram" and totally unacceptable,
My take on the subject is that if the world is allowed to polute our heads with images on billboards and cover every empty space with some advertisment or the other,
Then Graffiti is no more or less different, and lets face it...when your living somewhere as drab as here with tower blocks that are refusing to be demolished and grim and grotty streets that make even the nicest of things appear distastful, abit of colour gives no end of visual enjoyment.
And it really peeves me that people think that art is only able to be clasified as art when its stuck in a gallery or done to perfection,
Whats wrong with veiwing things in a different way and having a different take to life,
Some people like paper and other people like walls doors and bus stops, the world doesn't come to a stop when someone Graffitis, it just becomes a more interesting place to be.
People like banksy for instance who use graffiti as a means to convey utterly cool and thought provoking messages,
you can't call that vandalism, vandalism is somthing that causes distaste in people not somthing that causes usualy brain dead individuals to suddenly think from a different angle.

So when someone comes along and tells me that arts like Graffiti are the cause of somthing wrong and corrupt the youth,
I think about all the people motivated by arts like graffiti, and wish i had the talent to do it myself.

(wrong and corrupt are shady men painting oil paintings of nudes, now tell me which one has a worse effect)
I got a kick out of this quote by Banksy, heres a free thinker:
Remember crime against property is not real crime. People look at an oil painting and admire the use of brushstrokes to convey meaning. People look at a graffiti painting and admire the use of a drainpipe to gain access.

Warped logic

I'm always not talking to someone, someones always not talking to me, someones always not talking to everybody and everybodys always not talking to somebody.

"Knocks tenativly on the door then ducks...

...Damn someone tagged me!"

Now for us folk who don't appreciate the whole tagging game, it can become abit of a pain,
Not to mention the complete humiliation when your unable to tag anyone in return...
Which leads me to bellieve that the whole "game" was derived by someone whos only interest was in naming and shaming the "freindless blogger" and wasting the time of others fortunate enough to be a blogger who actualy knows other bloggers in this big sphere called the world...

Which leads me onto a whole new issue of commenting, and the pains of commenting,
I have noticed (as you do), that like everything else comments are also mortal and prone to dying if left unattended,
and that in this feirce and beastly world if you dare commit the sin of not commenting on anothers blog you will be subgect to there anger and will in turn recieve no comments (Now that CAN'T be fair right...?)
Which means that even if a blog post is absoloutly and painfully boring...you are expected nay it becomes obligatory for you to comment on its wonder, and lest you forget theres always someone there to remind you ;)

And then theres the stray comment requesting you join in with the "tag" game *grumbles*
And to add injury to insult I'll have to spend and age searching for blogs to tag, we live in a sad world...very sad.

And so I shall begin *with a pained expression on my mush*

The Rules:
1. Write your own six word memoir
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post
4. Tag six more blogs with links
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play

*argh*

"I draw circles in the dust"

(Now just visualise orange dust on a broken road and some sad 'Ol person drawing circles in it)

Tagged By: SeekingTaqwa

And I'm tagging? No One, I refuse to spread missery....I'm supposed to be advocating Peace Ya'll

"trust"

(Rely on Allah)
Made with bathroom paint (Waste not want not...its not like its touched the bog honestly),
Chinese ink, and silver enamel paint....

"Purple"

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a big fan of purple and never have been...
not the kind of colour I would usualy pick to work with, but it seems to be popular with everyone else so who am I to put a spanner in the works eh?
This is a new style, I used a think layer of deep violet/purple acrylic paint for the backing of my canvas (deep edge),
and instead of using a brush used a...butter knife for want of a pallete knife...but hey no need to complain it worked just as well.
and then used a mix of Red Henna and Gold acrylic for the wording which says Allah (And I've been led to believe that its persian caligraphy but who am I to tell te difference)

This one WILL hopefully, be dragged along with me to the Book Shop tomorrow to see how much I can get for the likes of it,
I'm hoping to sell this one for at least £15/£20, but I'm thinking of going slightly lower as it'll be my first selll....who knows...
Not bad though I'd say, ;)