Ah Yes, There Will Be Blood

On Monday a few days back, I went on to draw my logotype design on the grey lino we got given courtesy of the lecturer to turn into a big stamp for the ancient wooden pressing machine in a room a few walks away from us. To my annoyance, the process of carving from lino can be a bit of a bitch because there are factors to considered such as the size of the tool you're using to the depth of the "digging" and "tunneling" process, being monkey-mimic me, I followed what the lecturer was doing to his little lino-piece and started to dig, but before that happened, the-not-so-brightest-lightbulb in the room squeaked in terror and nearly forbade me from beginning my first lino-cut piece due to her fear of me cutting myself, therefore bleeding and triggering the not-so-bright (and hell squeamish) lightbulb in the room to faint after just seeing a mere drop of blood, like what happened last week. I got myself cut three times at different spots on the same right hand index finger and other time on the same hand at the thumb, which isn't a major biggy thanks to the Student Services Desk, who were very kind to provide me with basic first aid in the means of giving away free bandages :) when I stood there and watched as my appendages bled on the white desk as I waited for their attention.

I Call This A Face! Do You?

I returned for Friday's first class for the sake of having a sleepy class on a Friday which is the virtual start of the weekend for the rest of us lazy college sloths. Anyway, I've been updated on the fact that we now are doing portraits of each other as opposed to doing the same nude model drawings again and again which is quite repetitive :( I got my portrait of Rina (no, not Franz, someone else) done apart from the shading which I'll do at a later time. Before I did that, I had quite a hard time getting the framework and proportions right for this just to start it. I looked at everyone else's work too as I relaxed and walked around the room. Rory's portrait of the guy he was doing (I can't seem to remember his name) looked like a cross between Yoda and Mace Windu, WTF!? I was thinking, now that guy draws and comes up with something else entirely! I ended up getting a lot of help from Jay the Drawing Meister because my proportioning and shading skills suck so bad :( He said that it's good to get into the habit of doing a self portrait of yourself because your face and style of drawing changes over the years. Christine the Mediator didn't turn up, I was wondering why she didn't. Afterwards, I spent a couple of hours looking for my twin sister, who didn't wait for me! The wench! I tried the Admin center in her tafe building, but it wasn't much help; the lady was being a prick, so I thought: Stuff this for a bloody lark! I'm going home!

The Screwed Up Return, No. 2

I returned to tafe after suffering from a lot of work completion and to submit work and also getting over a depressing mind-funk from having an overdose of doubt of which I'm pretty much over right now. I've started submitting stuff again for both ReAKT! Magazine (this month or the next, because of the bi-monthly thing going on) and of course for Symphony-Fragments of which I'll be submitting tidbits from Von Die Fesseln Von Versklavung Zu... (From The Chains Of Enslavement To...) just keep the thing breathing. I'm deciding whether or not I should keep The Phonetographs moving or not due to the lack of posting there lately or move it to this account if possible just to keep it. Apparently not much is going on in terms of tafe because of the Easter/Anzac/Non-Contact and the then-unknown Lecturer's Training Day thingy (notification thanks to the last lecturer for Friday's class, Brendan Hibbert and Kurt Fischer (who I rang) from Monday's class telling me that it was a virtual holiday and "not to bother" coming down, but it's still project week for us. Kevin Mack was in hospital yesterday when I got down to his first class. I didn't get any more information from my fellow students about it, or Jay for that matter. I just got back from driving and I listened with interest and tried to restrain from giggling as he told me about the time when he tried pigeon pie. I would like to try but the Bird Flu Scare prevents people from doing such a thing freely these days I'm afraid. On a more serious note, what the hell is happening with our beloved education system? I'm thinking that thanks to that Ravlich woman, the OBE system is starting to get really screwy and I think the kiddly-winks from year seven will be shoved unwillingly straight to year 8, which is a high school year which is downright bogus! The People From Up On High are really starting to "fuck the system" now, eep!