English not your first language? You must be so patient! Especially when you are not just translating the words. Not just the words but the order of the words. Learning another language is ‘not as easy as it’s cracked up to be’.
Love short sentences
Do you like short sentences? I do. I cringe when someone tells me of a 17 page submission they will write. Snoring yet? Poor bugger that has to read it! I’d be mentally restructuring as I go.
The long sentence
Then there’s the long sentence. It goes on and on. It might have very descriptive language. It might have lots of commas. Yes, I can see your eyes rolling already. Get to the point. I haven’t got all day!
Phrases Slang & Accents
There’s another thing. All those phrases and slang that just don’t make sense. Now I know I let you know what a phrase means but ‘fair crack of the whip’!
The Australian accent can be very difficult to decipher too. Shortened words. Words that sound different from the spelling. I have a Sydney accent but daughter still sounds like dorta? Bet my audio clips can still ‘have you scratching your head’ if the gist of it wasn’t on the screen.
Well if you read all this I am impressed. If I reviewed all my posts I wonder if they would ‘fit the bill’.
Not as easy as it’s cracked up to be – People say it’s easy but it’s not
How to choose department store frames to exhibit your student artwork. If you are doing art school save money. Get savvy. Create to frame!
The goal for this post is for you to try out creating your artwork so that it will easily fit into a standard frame. A frame from a department store. The example here is framing a 12 x 12 painting.
I could cry when I think of the amount of expensive custom frames I’ve had made up in my days as an art student all because I created artworks that didn’t look right in standard size frames. For an art student that’s ‘flat out rubbing two sticks together’ framing is a necessity rather than a luxury.
Think neat and tidy.
Think neutral tones so that you can use and reuse the frame/s for various presentations.
Think about something that scrubs up well in your student exhibition. Are you better to have 3 or 4 the same size and colour so that they can be grouped together?
(with audio) “Every artwork is a potential masterpiece” but you don’t always know what will look good, especially when you are starting out. I never want to set up people for failure so today I am sharing some tips on life drawing when your starting out.
Difficulty spells disinterest
My students one year were given a 12 inch square canvas to paint a picture of themselves and something that identifies them. One student showed me her detailed pencil drawing drawn directly onto the canvas.
In my mind all I could see was the frustration she would be setting herself up for. Having to paint such detailed information onto that small canvas. Watching the pencil muddy the paint or the paint beading over the graphite. Watching the paint go in spaces not intended. Alarm bells as difficulty spells disinterest at the early stages of artmaking in my books.
You live and learn as a art teacher. I bet the next lot of students were bored to tears when I advised on keeping it simple and not too detailed.
Life is precious and unexpected tragedy quashes thoughts of joy. It reaffirms that you need to put blissful times in your life. Don’t avoid doing your will. You just don’t know when your time is up. That is this man’s legacy.
He went to the garage and to get something off the shelf.
“He’s been out there a while” you think to yourself. “I’ll just see what he’s up to”
‘Famous last words’. If you had known what was ahead would you have walked through that garage door so nonchalantly?
He was there on the garage floor.
He died suddenly, not fading away in some manky nursing home. You know those homes. They smell of pee and people walk around with dolls that they think are babies.
There is no note. There is no misadventure. There is just the memory of you nagging him to stop relying on that shelf to reach further up from the step ladder. “It’s dangerous”, you said.
With grinding teeth and sobbing tears my recent hopes, my greatest fears, came tumbling down into a mess. I hate these times I must confess. Cause when your world comes tumbling down there’s no-one there to ease that frown, and so you dwell upon each thing you cannot change…it sure does sting.
You can’t change what has happened and though a scar remains, that scar remains an emblem of life’s struggles and it’s pains. There is no silver lining. Your tears they’ll come to naught. Regardless of the matter nor how you feel distraught.
So come on there brave soldier, let’s once more bare the load. Take up your pack upon your back, trudge forward on the road. Just remember it’s a journey with blissful times and pain. So focus on the good stuff and stamp them in your brain.