Portfolio's aside, i realised i have done next to no photography since September. Bit of a bugger, when that's what i intend to do with myself. So i did a collection earlier; The Process of Personal Change. Below is stage 9 - denial. This is a kind of more in-depth spin off from my transitions project.
After a night riding the nausea boat, i managed to get myself together and make a start on the Portfolio. Here's a couple sneaky items that are going in - not the best but deffo the smallest (pretty much the only 2 things i can fit in the scanner)
UCAS is now all sent off, and all i can do is sit.and.wait.
For the first time today, the hugeness of this year became clear to me.
The life i have lived for the past 18/19 years is coming to an abrupt end, and a whole new one is about to start. Everyone and everything i have known is about to become almost irrelevant. I think this must be what i've been waiting for. cool.
make great cameras apparently. Mine didn't work so well. This was my best image aha, nevermind. I'm more impressed by the guy who made one out of his wheely-bin and insists on dragging it round Brizzle. His stuff's pretty awesome though.
i did have a bit more success with these polaroids, though I promise thats the last time i do this, it's just because it's still got novelty to me.
So we inherited a collection of old film cameras. So while i was messing around with one of them earlier, trying to figure out how it worked, i popped open the back to find a film that had been used before the man died. Sadly, i wrecked it.
on a good note, my grandad came home from hospital today.