I'm doing 27 things
Guh. Every single person who took art for GCSE in my schoolyear has been provided with an A5 sketchbook, free of charge. Our task, it’s simple: to keep a visual diary over the summer holiday. How generous. We have been given only the briefest of briefs: to fill it with memories/thoughts/pour a sliver of our very souls into something as mundane as school work, to be read by someone else. Morally, somewhere in the back of my mind, this doesn’t float. I don’t like the idea of having my take on the world being marked. Explored, yes. Exploited, maybe. Marked, most definitely not. Sadly, a larger part of me is anticipating the coming of the end of term, just so I may finally muss the perfectly white pages, do exactly that: pour out my soul.
Gahh, the possibilities are endless. Collage. Watercolour. Sketches. Photographs. Tickets and receipts. Lyrics. Streams of thought. Dark and light. Restrain me, someone, please.. [/sarcasm]
Ahhh well, I have bent the rules a little bit, and before my enthusiasm for this project all-but fizzled out, created a textile cover out of scraps of pretty printed fabric. It looks cute. Cute?! A look that is so totally not me, that new enthusiasm has been rekindled.
Perhaps this summer won’t be so bad, afterall.
I will keep you posted.
Afterall, and I am taking you back to the top, here: a free sketchbook is exactly that. Free. What is there to lose? Except my soul..
