by Mrs Bovary
Tension is mounting among the cohort as a result of the tutors’ contradictory instructions with regards to our unit briefs, i.e. the stuff we have to do that gets marked. No one knows what to do. Everyone is talking about it. The WhatsApp group is aflame with concern. ‘Do you know what we have to do now?’, ‘I’m so lost’, ‘Rofl lol nvm’. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. When I get asked if I know what’s going on I […]
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by Mrs Bovary
On Friday afternoon I sat in the car on Hamilton Gardens, a residential enclave of St John’s Wood, for quite a long time. I’d been there before when I was 22 because I was going out with a boy whose mum lived at number 10. I liked him but it didn’t last as it tends to with boys we like a bit too much. I had some time to kill – not enough to make it home and back in […]
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by Mrs Bovary
So I think that I have finally got the concept of the main project for my master’s. I was going to do something highbrow; an animated/illustrated anthology of women’s poetry but I really think that doing something that will pay for all the shit I want to do to my face is better. And, after lunch with Lucy at the RA on Friday (which I recommend because they do a smoked salmon and creme fraiche tartine that is the perfect […]
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by Mrs Bovary
On Wednesday an illustrator came in to talk about his sketch books. Sketching is something that we have to do a lot of and which I don’t do enough of. I am more inclined to write than to draw. He put the contents of his sketchbooks on the projector in the lecture theatre and talked for 20 minutes about them. He kept saying ‘back in the day’ and ‘I won’t say when it was exactly that I was at St […]
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by Mrs Bovary
The painting above was the fifth and final version of the allegorical illustration project and the one I chose to hang. I went quite mad with it. I’m not sure if it was the subject matter working away at me insidiously or if it was just the act of doing this project amid various encircling distractions. We had to hang our pictures around the MA studio last Wednesday, which I did and took the kids with me because it was […]
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by Mrs Bovary
On Tuesday there was a print workshop in the MA studio where we had to gouge out images into pieces of wood and then print them onto paper in red, yellow and blue on a letterpress. I was quite unprepared for this. I knew we had a ‘mono-print workshop’ but it hadn’t occurred to me to find out what this actually was. I had to find an image to gouge out at breakneck speed and looking in my bag found […]
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by Mrs Bovary
I have been carrying books around with me this week as if they were defibrillators and I was at imminent risk of cardiac arrest. Just having them with me has been a comfort. I feel like an impostor at art school but I can do books. I feel safe with books. The professor warned us that we would suffer from Impostor Syndrome but what if I am actually an impostor? That must happen in life, mustn’t it, where someone […]
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by Mrs Bovary
Work in progress: Hyena. The physiological effects of newness can manifest in the most extraordinary, mainly criminal, ways. I can think of two: Running off with a replacement Mini key from a car service centre in Park Royal on Saturday morning without having produced the correct paperwork. (My old key had stopped working the week before without warning and the world fell apart). And then hurtling off into the grey miasma of the North Circular all the while considering […]
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by Mrs Bovary
Betty has stopped folding the ends of my loo rolls into Vs. I don’t think she liked it when I asked her to clean under the sofas and I think that might be the cause of her discontent. I gave her a bottle of Christian Dior’s Tendre Poison ‘Deodorant Fraicheur’ as an olive branch and she seemed happy about that because for a week or so the Vs returned. Time has passed however and the loo rolls once again lack […]
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