This makes Nine and I very happy. Drawings to come over the Christmas season, promise.
When I’ve handed in my term paper and finished my paleography exam - Friday 13th EEP - I’m gonna paint the hell out of some Gingerbatch.
I miss drawing!
Also… HAPPY HEDGEHOG!
Roll on the holidays I say!
Transcribing the woes of Elizabeth Parker and wondering where on earth the day has gone…
As you can imagine, the above is a painstaking and thankless task.
Write to write. Write because you need to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don’t care what others think.
Last night, I lay awake thinking about my MA dissertation and it was all like…
And then this morning it was all like…
And then I remembered how much I love university, and the constant kicking my brain will get this year, and it was like…
STOP GIF’ING AND READ SOME BOOKS DAMN IT!
You don’t have time to spam your dash with Benedict Cumberbatch!
You have to go research eighteenth-century embroidery!
I suppose the point I’m making (or this is how I procrastinate these days) is that this art blog will be very quiet over the coming months. I will hopefully be able to do the odd sketch here and there, and once I’ve finished my distance learning course at the end of November I won’t be quite so stretched (doing two courses at the same time was a mistake) and will have more time to myself.
Until then, I’m sorry to have spammed your dashboard and I will now pack my bag and go to the library and stop flipping out on tumblr when I should be flipping pages and taking notes and being scholarly and…
Yeah. I’ll let myself out.
Revising for a seminar, working through some themes and now i’m engrossed in the soundtrack for Mansfield Park (1999).
It seems rather fitting, as I’m revising for my ‘long eighteenth century’ module. Oh, Jane.
History postgraduate, with funding!
I don’t care.
It really feels like I’ve regenerated into a brand new Time Lord.
And if all goes well I’m gonna be a mother-flippin DOCTOR OF TIME.
Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.
I would love for the BBC to release the full soundtrack for The Village. As it is, I shall have to settle for the main theme.
It’s a breath-taking series, so beautiful but so grim. I’m planning on doing some studies from it soon. I would recommend it to anyone who loves period drama and isn’t afraid of a sad ride.