hobbit_feets: (cat || bookworm)
I will make the first five people to comment here something handmade in 2012.

The catch is; you have to offer the same to your friends. Non-craftsy peeps, make mix CDs or custom blends of tea, write a poem, bake muffins, anything you made yourself counts. If there’s something you’d like, include it in your comment or drop me a message.

(Iiiiii paint, I draw, I write, and I can, of course, try my hand at things like CDs and tea.  I also sing, so if you fancy a cover of a song or something, I can do you that.)
hobbit_feets: (f & l || everything except temptation)
I have been struck by an idea.  Ooh, yes.  It's rare that I get real, glittering gems of an idea for original fiction, but I rather think this one might fall into that category.  If I write this, I might be able to show it at next year's Fringe Festival, and wouldn't that be exciting?  I can even visualise how I'd want to stage this.  But writing first, one cannot get to staging without writing.  Let us simply hope that my excitement for this persists long enough for me to actually do so.

*hops*
hobbit_feets: (f & l || everything except temptation)
I have been struck by an idea.  Ooh, yes.  It's rare that I get real, glittering gems of an idea for original fiction, but I rather think this one might fall into that category.  If I write this, I might be able to show it at next year's Fringe Festival, and wouldn't that be exciting?  I can even visualise how I'd want to stage this.  But writing first, one cannot get to staging without writing.  Let us simply hope that my excitement for this persists long enough for me to actually do so.

*hops*
hobbit_feets: (dw || like andy warhol)
I mentioned the other day to [livejournal.com profile] faience that I was planning on doing some painting, and she, not unreasonably, asked me what sort of stuff I painted. I, however, found myself utterly at a loss as to how to answer, and instead mumbled something about 'Um, I dunno, stuff? People, sometimes?' So I thought to myself, well, what better way to describe what sort of stuff I paint and/or draw than to snap a few pictures and show her.

So here, for no other reason than that, is a sampling of what I rather conceitedly like to think of as art. I apologise for the occasionally shite quality of the photographs; it's hard to get a picture of a flat piece of paper without casting shadows at times. Also possibly NSFW, for artistic nudity. Because I like drawing naked women.

hobbit_feets: (dw || like andy warhol)
I mentioned the other day to [livejournal.com profile] faience that I was planning on doing some painting, and she, not unreasonably, asked me what sort of stuff I painted. I, however, found myself utterly at a loss as to how to answer, and instead mumbled something about 'Um, I dunno, stuff? People, sometimes?' So I thought to myself, well, what better way to describe what sort of stuff I paint and/or draw than to snap a few pictures and show her.

So here, for no other reason than that, is a sampling of what I rather conceitedly like to think of as art. I apologise for the occasionally shite quality of the photographs; it's hard to get a picture of a flat piece of paper without casting shadows at times. Also possibly NSFW, for artistic nudity. Because I like drawing naked women.

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Mmm, there is absolutely nothing like a good cup of English Breakfast Tea on a winter morn.  Though really it doesn't feel much like the morning- it's 6:05 yet- but there we are.  Like as not, I shall have another cup once I finish this one, and then it shall be morning properly.  New classes start today- I've Fundamentals of Acting and World History Since 1500 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I should think I'll enjoy both of those reasonably.  A good day, then. 

Oh, aces!  I've just got an e-mail from Deidre, the theatre professor, and she's had to cancel the class tomorrow, on account of her being ill.  Meaning- I've no classes until 2:00 in the afternoon.  I have absolutely no objections to that.  None at bloody all.  This means I can biff over to the U Card Office and see about getting a replacement card, as I think I may have left mine at home.  Not sure how I managed to do that, as I dinnae even recall taking it home with me, but there we are.   Then, assuming I shan't get the thing immediately, I'll be able to go down and do a bit of grocery shopping, perhaps take an unconventional breakfast at Subway.  Corking.  And I'll be able to finish the painting of Chris Corner I'm doing.  I know, it's a bit sad, painting him, but I can't help it if he's ridiculously gorgeous and takes brilliant pictures, can I? It's quite groovy at any rate- all black and white; based off this picture.  I'm very happy with it, even if his nose is a bit wonky.  I'll be able to fix that once the paint dries, certainly. 

And, of course, the word for today!!  I know you were all looking forward to that. 

Swivet: a state of extreme agitation

Oooh, I do like that.  'I'm in a right bloody swivet, let me tell you!'  Marvellous.  I shall have to start using that. 
hobbit_feets: (Black Powder)
Mmm, there is absolutely nothing like a good cup of English Breakfast Tea on a winter morn.  Though really it doesn't feel much like the morning- it's 6:05 yet- but there we are.  Like as not, I shall have another cup once I finish this one, and then it shall be morning properly.  New classes start today- I've Fundamentals of Acting and World History Since 1500 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I should think I'll enjoy both of those reasonably.  A good day, then. 

Oh, aces!  I've just got an e-mail from Deidre, the theatre professor, and she's had to cancel the class tomorrow, on account of her being ill.  Meaning- I've no classes until 2:00 in the afternoon.  I have absolutely no objections to that.  None at bloody all.  This means I can biff over to the U Card Office and see about getting a replacement card, as I think I may have left mine at home.  Not sure how I managed to do that, as I dinnae even recall taking it home with me, but there we are.   Then, assuming I shan't get the thing immediately, I'll be able to go down and do a bit of grocery shopping, perhaps take an unconventional breakfast at Subway.  Corking.  And I'll be able to finish the painting of Chris Corner I'm doing.  I know, it's a bit sad, painting him, but I can't help it if he's ridiculously gorgeous and takes brilliant pictures, can I? It's quite groovy at any rate- all black and white; based off this picture.  I'm very happy with it, even if his nose is a bit wonky.  I'll be able to fix that once the paint dries, certainly. 

And, of course, the word for today!!  I know you were all looking forward to that. 

Swivet: a state of extreme agitation

Oooh, I do like that.  'I'm in a right bloody swivet, let me tell you!'  Marvellous.  I shall have to start using that. 
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There's something surreal and vaguely disturbing about lying on one's bed in a darkened room at four in the morning and watching Doctor Who episodes.  I've just started to get into it, at the urging of [personal profile] earlwyn, and am finding it very much to my liking.

Going home for Christmas hols tomorrow.  Definitely looking forward to that, though I've yet to do anything even vaguely resembling packing.  Oh well.  I shall take care of that tomorrow.  Or today really, as it is four in the morning.  I'll be wanting to take my oils home with me, as I've been painting a lot lately.  A bit of a bugger, that, as they're a wee bit bulky, but there we are.  And I'll be able to buy brush cleaner, finally!  And new tubes of Cadmium Red Light and Titanium White.  Is it sad that I know that names of the colours just off the top of my head?  These bizarre names... Asphaltum, Ultramarine Blue, Portland Grey Medium, Alizarin Crimson, Transparent Earth Orange... Oh, my paints.  It has been absolutely lovely to get back into painting and drawing a bit more.  I write all the time, of course, but it's satisfying to exercise another aspect of my Muse.  With the painting, as well, I seem to be developing something of a style of my own- at Art, of course, I was copying other artists' stuff, and therefore concentrating on a very realistic sort of style; I'm branching out a bit now; clean lines and abstract backgrounds, a bit of bizarre surrealism... I actually did fanart the other day, which I never do; an oil painting of Vince Noir, with his season one hair (only I stuck blue and purple highlights in it, just 'cos I felt it'd be a good addition) and Zooniverse jacket.  Just the side of his face and his collar, which sort of curls off in a weird way, backed by the mod target- the blue, white, and red.  King of the Mods and all that.  I'm really satisfied with it, though.  It's distinctive. 
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There's something surreal and vaguely disturbing about lying on one's bed in a darkened room at four in the morning and watching Doctor Who episodes.  I've just started to get into it, at the urging of [personal profile] earlwyn, and am finding it very much to my liking.

Going home for Christmas hols tomorrow.  Definitely looking forward to that, though I've yet to do anything even vaguely resembling packing.  Oh well.  I shall take care of that tomorrow.  Or today really, as it is four in the morning.  I'll be wanting to take my oils home with me, as I've been painting a lot lately.  A bit of a bugger, that, as they're a wee bit bulky, but there we are.  And I'll be able to buy brush cleaner, finally!  And new tubes of Cadmium Red Light and Titanium White.  Is it sad that I know that names of the colours just off the top of my head?  These bizarre names... Asphaltum, Ultramarine Blue, Portland Grey Medium, Alizarin Crimson, Transparent Earth Orange... Oh, my paints.  It has been absolutely lovely to get back into painting and drawing a bit more.  I write all the time, of course, but it's satisfying to exercise another aspect of my Muse.  With the painting, as well, I seem to be developing something of a style of my own- at Art, of course, I was copying other artists' stuff, and therefore concentrating on a very realistic sort of style; I'm branching out a bit now; clean lines and abstract backgrounds, a bit of bizarre surrealism... I actually did fanart the other day, which I never do; an oil painting of Vince Noir, with his season one hair (only I stuck blue and purple highlights in it, just 'cos I felt it'd be a good addition) and Zooniverse jacket.  Just the side of his face and his collar, which sort of curls off in a weird way, backed by the mod target- the blue, white, and red.  King of the Mods and all that.  I'm really satisfied with it, though.  It's distinctive. 
hobbit_feets: (Rain)
Y'know, I've been thinking, and I think I've realised something- I have this odd, sort of unconscious fear that I shan't be able to ever be a really good actor or artist or whatever because I'm too happy.  Just because there's this idea of the mentally unstable but brilliant actor, living in a pathetic little flat somewhere with no friends but an amazing career.  And it's true, really, when you look at a lot of really amazing actors and artists; they're all incredibly fucked up.  Take Stephen Fry- a manic-depressive homosexual who was jailed at seventeen for fraud and suffered a nervous breakdown later in life.  Van Gogh- suicidal, absolutely insane, cut off his own ear.  Janis Joplin- came from a poor family, alcoholic, addicted to heroin and speed, lonely as hell, ended up dying by 27.  What is it with artists?  But I guess that knowledge has kind of imprinted itself in me, and that's where a lot of my insecurity about having no problems comes from.  

Fuck, that's backwards.  And it's not that I wish I had problems, not at all- gods, I'm glad to be healthy and stable and whatever, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.  I just want to be a good actor, that's all...

And I'm not being emo and angsty here, mark you, I'm just ruminating. 
hobbit_feets: (Rain)
Y'know, I've been thinking, and I think I've realised something- I have this odd, sort of unconscious fear that I shan't be able to ever be a really good actor or artist or whatever because I'm too happy.  Just because there's this idea of the mentally unstable but brilliant actor, living in a pathetic little flat somewhere with no friends but an amazing career.  And it's true, really, when you look at a lot of really amazing actors and artists; they're all incredibly fucked up.  Take Stephen Fry- a manic-depressive homosexual who was jailed at seventeen for fraud and suffered a nervous breakdown later in life.  Van Gogh- suicidal, absolutely insane, cut off his own ear.  Janis Joplin- came from a poor family, alcoholic, addicted to heroin and speed, lonely as hell, ended up dying by 27.  What is it with artists?  But I guess that knowledge has kind of imprinted itself in me, and that's where a lot of my insecurity about having no problems comes from.  

Fuck, that's backwards.  And it's not that I wish I had problems, not at all- gods, I'm glad to be healthy and stable and whatever, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.  I just want to be a good actor, that's all...

And I'm not being emo and angsty here, mark you, I'm just ruminating. 
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Hello all! Yes, I'm updating, it seems like a miracle. Today, I spend loads o' time drawing, on account of that I spent Thursday night over at Risa's house (Which was a brilliant time) and she showed me a bunch of her drawings. Now, she has about a reams' worth of paper covered in drawings, which made me feel rather lazy, so, I got to it. Several pictures ensued- a few swords, an Eowyn-style dress, some of my gnarled Fangorn-trees, a random eye, and, my favourite, which I am inordinately proud of- a Victorian lady dressed in her corset and skirts, leaning on a parasol. If I can figure out my bloody stupid scanner, I shall post it on here, if not, then, well... I shan't.
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Hello all! Yes, I'm updating, it seems like a miracle. Today, I spend loads o' time drawing, on account of that I spent Thursday night over at Risa's house (Which was a brilliant time) and she showed me a bunch of her drawings. Now, she has about a reams' worth of paper covered in drawings, which made me feel rather lazy, so, I got to it. Several pictures ensued- a few swords, an Eowyn-style dress, some of my gnarled Fangorn-trees, a random eye, and, my favourite, which I am inordinately proud of- a Victorian lady dressed in her corset and skirts, leaning on a parasol. If I can figure out my bloody stupid scanner, I shall post it on here, if not, then, well... I shan't.

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