so today i made a something like a bedside table with 3 draws, for all my art things just cause im sick of everything sitting in the corner of my room. if you want to know how to make one, this is what you do:
1) go to Ikea
2) Follow the insctruction booklet
3) Use a Pillips screwdriver cause APPARENTLY it matters, or so my dad says. maybe it's a guy thing.




went and revisited lisa mitchell's myspace. i forgot how much i love her music, it makes me want to pick up my guitar. This video clip is too good, imma going to get myself some bird cages and hang buttons in them now. definitely can't figure out why i havent thought of that yet, i see the nicest birdcages in 2nd hand stores. the only thing stopping me from getting them is the fact that i dont have a use for them.

Take my hand and we will run away

Take My Hand (Remix)

love this song

i kinda like the idea of this

i maybe, just a little, be really in love with this person's work. her sculptures are epic, there's no other word that i can think of that explains it for me. i wish i could buy some of her stuff

and could we just for a second take a look at a piece of work by Claire Morgan.
This is called Fluid



i can't seem to take my eyes away from it, i have no idea why. it might have something to do with the fact that the strawberry cloud is floating there of it's own accord, completely deifying gravity and frozen in time, and is it just me or can anyone else almost feel the strawberries falling?

picture from www.claire-morgan.co.uk/

sfkjhgdfjlfkdsfjg is all i can say to this

Before

after



ive run out of ideas, of things to say. have to go back to when i didnt care and my mind was buzzing

Here's a problem that's six feet tall
More trouble then you could dream of
The camourflage of empty lies
Hides the truth from pryng eyes

But it's too late for you, your caught in her storm
Now sit back and watch the trouble she'll cause
And she doesnt care for the end result
This is just a game, winner takes all
-untitled

yay for print making

and bond crete

why does our imagination like to play tricks on us? make us believe something that isnt real, like when you smile at someone you know from across the room and all they do is look away. you get told that they dont what to talk to you, or they are ignoring you. but maybe you walked away before they could do anything. maybe its not our imagination thats playing tricks on us, could it be that we see what we want to see and believe? but isnt that our imagination working anyway?

i saw this side table the other day and got all excited because i need new draws and everything ive seen in furniture stores are all the same and unoriginal.



i think autumn has kidnapped winter and could quite possibly be holding it for randsom but no-one has realised yet.

the drawing for the day

she hides in bushes and watches you lie to people.
she knows the truth even if you dont.

i swear the only thing stopping netball players from killing eachother is the non-contact rule.