Evaluation.
It's so hard for me to even attempt to condense all the ideas I've had in my head over the past few weeks into around 500 words. An hour later, I had written almost four pages. It killed me to delete such huge chunks of writing. I still need to edit it further.Self evaluations are difficult when you haven't done anything, they're even harder to write when you've done more work than was necessary. I mean, I actually gave myself too much choice as to what to include yet I constantly feel as though I haven't done enough.

Summary.
This is a seriously condensed summary of what I've been up to over the past few weeks. During one of the first ‘Contemporary Practise’ lectures, we were introduced to sound art. I have attended several events containing a mix of visuals, sounds and poetry since the lecture, all of which were fascinating. I would like to incorporate audio into my own work at some point in future.In another lecture we looked at materials, residues, objects, what things are and what we get from things, generally. Pulling apart objects with our minds in response to the way they're suspended, the way they're portrayed, the way they're displayed. We deconstructed and reconstructed objects as well

Jean Baudrillard.
'Now art is living only through its own commemoration. It has become a closed system, art for art's sake, from which nothing comes out any more. Yet art is a confrontation of man with the illusion of the world, and a way of subduing this illusion through a symbolic representation.''But we see today that contemporary art does not speak any more of this illusion, it does not try to subdue this illusion any more. It plays with its own history, and this is a weak strategy. Art exhausts itself in a game which does not commit to anything and in which there are no more rules. It makes its own advertising.'

Jeopardise.
Time is such a peculiar thing, I can't believe how long I've been here. Three months ago I had no idea what this room would look like with all my possessions on the desk, in the wardrobe, on the shelves, with my bedding on the bed and my shoes on the floor. I do love it here.Occasionally I'll get upset about nothing at all but it doesn't matter because those incidents are becoming less the older I get. I find myself thinking more positively in terms of how fortunate I am, where I am and who I've met here.My friends mean so much to me. The people I've met here in three months understand me more than people I spent three years with at college. There were no awkw

Self Portrait.