MY ART COLLEGE DAYS ARE OVER: Brb, putting off entering the real world forever

So I finished my degree, successfully dragged my awkward, hungover, extremely stressed self through the private view, managed to somehow magically receive an upper second class honours (aka 2.1, awww yeah!) and a fuckin' FIRST in my dissertation, and celebrated this weekend by seeing Conor Oberst reduce grown men to tears at the Royal Albert Hall, and then, on the completely opposite end of the spectrum, drank far too much cheap beer and gin and headed to the Macbeth to dance to Destiny's Child, Nelly, and other such delights.  So some important degree show stuff first of all, I guess:

 

There was a bad experience with some crates and polystyrene bricks were mentioned but in the end I decided to save the last few shreds of my sanity and display my guys on chrome poles.  And now we don't talk about that day because....yeuch.

 A slightly better view of the room.  Giant abacus courtesy of Chris Ilankovan.

 

This guy....

 Reppin' my dad's sweet photography skills.

A few weekends ago, or maybe last weekend but time has lost all meaning, Katie and Kirsty came to stay again and we basically didn't stray too far from our usual plan of doing the 'Roxanne' drinking game and eating all the food ever.  Oh, and being beautiful on the webcam:

 

Me and Kirsty also braved the first bout of intense London heat and bussed it down into central for Slutwalk.  This was my sign, which took all of my remaining art skillz and materials to make. 

I'm pretty hungover and contemplating ignoring the fact that this is probably the most heat we're going to get all summer and getting back into bed.  However, instead I guess today I will mostly be melting in the 30 degree heat of the city, eating junk, and watching copious amounts of Law and Order SVU and Man V Food.  Perfection.

MY ART COLLEGE DAYS ARE (ALMOST) OVER: Degree show panic and the end of art school

Things have been crazy intense recently due to the degree show happening in less than TWO WEEKS, which is terrifying and stressful and exciting and the reason I feel like I wanna be sick constantly.  Yeah!  Everything has been going ok except that mainly I just want to crawl into a hole and not see anyone or do anything or exist, pretty much, until this thing is over.  I've been working on setting up a more 'professional' website to show my back up work, which is now alive over at Rebecca Higgins Art (who spent non-existent ££££'s on a domain name that will probably die out as soon as the show's over? This guy...).  We finish setting up at college on Tuesday, but I still haven't resolved how I'm going to present my guys completely because for some reason I like leaving everything until the very last minute, along with crossing my fingers and 'hoping for the best'.  Wish me luck guyz.

(All of these guys are possibilities for the show.  Gonna have to do some last minute casting to see who fits the bill.)

POOR LITTLE GUY

I've been seriously slacking and putting off doing any kind of real work for the up and coming degree show (watch as I fall in a slow circle and cry in around 3 weeks when the deadline will be pretty much upon us and I'll be in exactly the same place as I am now. Calling it...), so today I decided that, rather than lay around in my pyjamas with Law and Order SVU on repeat and a sketchbook in my lap, merely as a guise to make it feel as though I'm being productive, I'd attempt to finish making another guy out of tights and stuffing.  He's finally getting to the finshing stages, so of course awful pictures, courtesy of my Toshiba's attempt at a Photobooth-esque webcam, had to be taken:

Cuddling up to this beast is as comfortable as curling up on top of a mountain of aeroplane pillows.  See also:  a 'Snuggie' made out of pillows.  Due to these recent findings, I think that it's only fair that I get a First in my degree, as these two things can surely only help to make major changes and advances within society. 

A HAIRY STATE OF THINGS

So here's an older piece of work from the first semester of this year, before I became completely and utterly disillusioned with everything I've ever made at art school/in life....womp womp.  Based on medical samples with a bit of murder clues/keepsakes from a serial killer thrown in.  You know, all that good stuff:

Hair (fake, (un)fortunately, depending on how you feel about it) and tracing paper, all held together beautifully with bright blue blu-tak)

Standard black and white photocopies of the above, which I think I prefer in picture format.  Also, awesome picture quality, right?

I don't know if I want to re-visit these kind of things again now that I'm panic-making a bunch of stuff seeing as the end of my (FINAL EVER) year is coming up.  I can't make decisions ever.  Is fake hair as a gross out tool overdone? 

WILD BEARDS, CARROT FLOWER KINGS, SEMEN STAINING MOUNTAINTOPS: Ladies and gentlemen, Jeff Mangum

As promised, the drawings of sometime Neutral Milk Hotel genius Jeff Mangum (opinion? Pure fact).  Enjoy:

(A collaboration with Laura Carter of Elf Power)

And no form of Jeff Mangum appreciation is complete without sneakily force feeding someone the following:

'I Love How You Love Me'

'Two Headed Boy Part 2' (purely for 01:31, "and in my dreams you're alive and you're crying....")

'Oh Sister'