I will know my future tomorrow. Feels quite weird. I am strangely calm right now, but I know that I will be extremely on edge tomorrow morning.
If I don’t get in to the 3 year Illustration Degree, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll think about it if I get rejected.
I don’t want to be rejected.
Oh my god. I wasn’t that nervous, but the moment I sat down and chatted with the dude, my entire face went bright red. Not just my cheeks, I’m talking chin, forehead, NOSE….
Bloody everything! Just DING!
Oh well. Better call the firesquad. Blah blah. :(
The interview itself was only for about 10 minutes, if not less. I can’t remember much of it, I think I was kind of in a… haze. Or something. I know I asked him a few things and I said something about my work, but otherwise I have no recollection of past events.
Hrm. Will I get in? Honestly, I am not sure. Maybe my work is nice and so on, but me as a person probably seemed a bit… light headed? Or… Stupid? :D Like: “Duuuuuuuuh?”
Neil just came out of his interview which seemed to have gone well. Very well in fact. He’ll get in. No doubt about that. He had a long chat about Visual Narrative and where illustration is going…. How intelligent!
Oh well. I’ve got to go now. Feeling quite neutral.
And btw. My face is still red. Yayness for bloodcells. Curse them.
Got up this morning, had some stuff to eat.
Packed up my gear and walked for about 40 minutes to the best coffee shop in Bristol.
Since it was so busy there, I had to share a table with a stranger, but he turned out to be really nice and chatted with me until he had to go. He was an English teacher who taught the subject in Germany. He was very interested in my art and my heritage etc. We might meet again in the shop someday. Who knows.
Continued to paint while emptying mocha after mocha. A lady came up to me and exclaimed: “I love your work! It’s so beautiful!” I said thank you and laughed. Felt a little bit surprised and shy. Maybe my laughter was nervous.
I love coffee shops. You meet and see so many different kinds of people. It’s like a haven for character creation.
Tomorrow we will sign the contract for the new flat and get our keys, then we will start moving our stuff over this entire week. On Saturday we will hire a van to get the biggest furniture over.
Interview closing in.
My interview for the Illustration Degree is next Tuesday.
I think I’m about to crap my pants. THAT’S how nervous I am.
(We are also moving house on Monday and I need to finish a project this week, plus my portfolio for the interview. Yes. Life is a tad rushed at the moment, so I’m really sorry if I haven’t kept in touch as often as I should have.)
Kram till mamma och pappa!
I took on a bit too much this time (sketch, ink, colour, collage), so I wasn’t able to make 24 pages. Oh well. :P Here’s the link anyway.
… Behind my back.
:D
Apparently a girl I know slagged my work off when I wasn’t present. Why didn’t she do that when I was there? It would’ve been hilarious! I find insults so funny in a way because I cannot really understand people who are being mean like that. Insult me, I don’t care, but don’t insult my friends. That is my golden rule.
I had so much caffeine yesterday to keep me on my feet, I was shaking. Today I’ll try to be more sane.
Hi! I’m high on caffeine! It took a while to get to this state, but I’m here!
It’s 12pm right now and I’ve done my presentation, which went well, but my final piece kind of brought the rest of the work down. Oh well. I tried, and I am glad I did. I’ve learned stuff from it and I know a bit more about myself now than before.
I’ve been up since 5:30 this morning and until about 30 minutes ago, I hadn’t eaten in 21 hours. Which kind of got to me.
I went to the bus this morning, but was a tad late so I didn’t have time to get my obligatory morning coffee. This left me in a state of half-awake half-asleep half-weird. It was raining outside too, so my trainers were soaked, including my socks. I was shivering and feeling incredibly crappy.
El saved me by getting me coffee and a pie later on which got me back on my feet.
“you actually got some colour in your face now!”
Woopie. I’m human again.
We’re gonna start our next project today. High speed life continues. I am so close to just curling up in a corner and drinking myself to death on coffee.
If I could find it through this mist of tiredness that clouds my vision at the moment.
I’ve been up since 5:30, trying to finish my project, but I’m really struggling. Yesterday I got so stressed I started feeling sick and had to go to bed.
This project is extremely tough for me since I am supposed to draw a sense of space and I am used to drawing characters and lively things. A space is dead, unless there are things in it making it alive, and those things are most of the time characters… But at the same time I can’t focus too much on that since it is supposed to be about the space and blaaaahhh……
This was the project that made me wake up one morning and go: “I can’t do this anymore.”
That day, I spoke to Abby about how I felt and she said a few magical words to make me continue.
I think I need some more magical words now. … My brain is shutting down. Been working all weekend. Was even at Uni the entire Saturday…
Urgh my head.