My last drawing assignment for Uni got an offer, as in, a classmate wanted to buy it. A good omen, yes? Oh yes! I should say so. Some small part of it might be the antique frames, which are admittedly gorgeous and make my disparate doodles less... disparate. Actually, this whole thing had a magnetic kind of cohesiveness, for, if you look at it a certain way, doesn't it look like a dragon kind of creature passing by the windows? That's the idea, anyway. It's a sum of parts, and if you go to the Flickr link you can see exactly what each piece was.
Working title might be something like "how to turn a pedestrian drawing assignment into a work of meaningful art", or something, whatever, I'm terrible at naming things, generally. Names are pretty bollocks, yeah.
The girl who offered to buy my piece? Made this. I fell over, a little bit, inside, when I looked in her white diorama ceramic sculpture-thing. There were marshmallows, bird-like marshmallows making silent tender conversation in stop-motion video at the end of that dream-like music-box-sized corridor. And she wondered if it was Art with a capital A, and to that I say -- Bollocks! This is gazing inside someone, something, and if that isn't worthy of the A, I'm out of the game. I ran up 3 flights of stairs and back down to the basement floor just to grab my camera and remember this. Enchanted....
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