It was spring and the sun was warm and the grass was green and the sea was peaceful.

I have applied to 5 universities: Blackburn Carlisle Lancaster London – Chelsea York – St John I have received 4 invitations to interviews and 1 rejection as “previous qualifications not enough”. Of course, I know that if 4 out of 5 accept my previous qualifications, there must be something else and this something else has nothing to do with me. So, their loss. I went to all the 4 interviews. I have received 3 offers and I am still waiting for the last offer back. I am gather

After the first experiment the other day – yesterday! – I decided to go larger and wider and louder. I have been listening to a compilation I made ages ago, on Spotify, titled “my writing vibe” and I collected cardboard pieces on the studio, propped them as good as I could, asked my fellow colleague M. to be as quiet as possible since I was recording, and off I went into my creative frenzy. I have made three videos of the process in order to make sure that something was recor

After reading the first material, I wanted to try what it would feel doing what I have been having in my mind for a while. When everyone left the studio, I grabbed a large piece of cardboard, propped it against a whiteboard, set the video recording, locked the room, got the music ready. The music I have been drawing to is Pyotr Ilych Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D major, the famous piece. My mother’s favourite. Here following is a version with Itzhak Perlman as soloist: I d

I am writing this post after my first two university interviews and two UAL Awarding Body Standardisation events. Basically, in one week I presented my body of work twice via portfolio and twice via PowerPoint Presentation. Both instances meant that somehow my work, my act of “being an artist”, and in the end my abilities to present and I have been judged. When I deliver workshops I always go out, sit with a coffee and think: tell me at least three things that went well, thre

I am writing this post now, on this Blue Monday, because the task of designing and creating a portfolio is finally finished. I only need to go through it tomorrow and maybe add a couple of things but the whole process is finally finished, ended, done. And I hated every moment of it. [ps: it's not true, it's not true] I found it overwhelming, emotionally draining, complicated, constraining,  incomprehensible. And I felt that my life was in the hands of : the printers the tutor

This process of emptying, sorting, cleaning dusty areas of the heart, going through old photographs of the mind, feeling, acknowledging, ...

iI you are a fragile client, who is in need of support and compassion, and understanding: how fair is it that your therapist bares herself?

This is all about experimenting and the need for belonging, as realised at the end. Being at College and noticing all my colleagues who seem so good in drawing and painting, spurred me into trying. I bought a new set of colours and brushes. And watched videos. I was writing part of the story and then I was feeling the need to visually create the location, that house, that bridge. I was looking at artists I liked, hating them with a vengeance and envying them for their abiliti

I liked the simplicity and congruence, from start to finish, of the whole exhibition: simple lines, mono-colour in its own various tones.

This is the original video recording of my pitch / presentation re. the FMP, as presented on Tue 5 NOV 2019. This following is a video recording I did following the presentation, showing the PowerPoint Presentation and adding more slides on extra work done. Enjoy! #ual #blackburncollege #pitch #fad #blackburn #fmp

The Artist Manifesto. Because this is who I am. I am not a painter, I am not a designer, I am not a sculptor. I am flowing. A flow-er.

Again, I felt the same vibe: independence, opportunities, possibilities, openness. Trust. She allowed me to trust her, again, and so I did.

Find your tribe and then thrive

Jamie, me, and the town: The Good, The Bad and the Ugly, Cowboys and Indians, establishment and rebels.

I felt so protective and there she goes, covering everything! And here I am thinking: that’s it, done, ruined it forever.

I will continue my pilgrimage in exploring who I am taking my time to stop in relevant places and honour time and the lessons I am learning.

I am actually writing. Not this blog, not the research for college, or stuff for my other job. I don’t mean that. I mean real writing.

I went outside in the backyard and peeked through the windows at two police vans parked in my street and looking very busy.

Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien, Sinome maruvan are Hildinyar, Tenn’ Ambar-metta, I hum to myself while walking upstairs.