Process: Painting Ziggy

I've had quite a lot of time on my hands since coming to stay with my dad in Germany, so I thought I'd invest a good chunk of it into having a go at painting my little poodle, Ziggy. As I mentioned in my last post, watercolours are a medium that I struggle with, and animal portraits are a subject I struggle with, so once again I attempted to tackle two weaknesses in one piece by painting Ziggy using watercolour alone.

My Tragus & Daith Piercings

I was laying in bed a couple of weeks back at 2am when I couldn't sleep, and I decided on a whim that I was going to head to my local tattoo and piercing shop the next tuesday to go and get two piercings for the price of one. As I've exhausted my face, I thought the ears were the perfect place to go for. Initially I was going to have my industrial and tragus piercings, but after reading about how long industrial piercings can take to heal I talked myself out of it and decided to go for my daith instead.

I had my piercings done at Taattoo – the same place I had my septum pierced – and I was pierced by the same girl who was really friendly, chatty and put me at ease about the piercings, doing them swiftly and painlessly.

Pinker than Shepherd's Delight

I sat down with my watercolours today and I had a bloody good time. Throughout my course I never really had the time available to sit and pour hours into getting to grips with the medium, and if you happen to have followed me over the last three years you'll have noticed a trend in me pulling out my paints every summer and attempting a portrait. I find it oddly exciting and relaxing to just sit and paint 'properly', so for me it's kind of cathartic to sit down in the summer at the end of a busy academic year and just pour some time into something that yields no reward, but just brings me a little bit of joy.

Well, I did it...

I'll *officially* be graduating from University in November with a First Class Degree in Graphic Design. I've pretty much known it since receiving my final module results about a month ago, but it was nice to have the confirmation written out in front of me on screen. Over the last month O've spent a lot of time thinking about my degree and what I think having a First Class Degree means for me, and here's why I'm a tad underwhelmed by it...

Saturday Scribbles

London | D&AD New Blood Exhibition 2015

Well, I did it, I became the person I never thought I'd be: a person who loves London.

Leaving London on Friday (however relieved I was to finally be resting my poor, tired feet) definitely brought with it a few feelings of sadness, and I suppose that's how I now know that it's where I see my future. I love the hustle and bustle, the fact that everyone has somewhere to be, the diversity, the excitement, the sheer amount of things there are to do, the fact that everyone heads to the pub after work, everything. Ok, perhaps not everything, but London definitely has an atmosphere and a vibe unlike anything that I've know while living in Barnsley and Middlesbrough over the last decade. It's ever changing, it's exciting, and I can't wait to one day live there and soak it up in all its glory. Actually, I'm not sure what the hell I'll do if I don't end up there.