Coming back to dreams

I keep coming back to this blog... I keep visualising dreams, dreamt long ago. The synchronicity in my life and intake of information from the wider world is driving me back here, as if it were home. I didn't know where to take this but maybe all that was needed was to repeat the pattern, repeat the process and keep dreaming, to fill my soul up and continually let it spill over. But i'm not this, or that I keep telling myself, I'm not qualified, it's not worth anything? Is this a waste of time, a pretentious vanity, or an exercising of body, speech and mind? Is it tripe or truth? Is it art? Maybe, yes... I have to kick away my creative blocks that another part of me insists on shoving around, then back in front of me. Inner conflict has run riot with my self esteem, grinding it away into dust over the years, but dust can make clay and I can come through this rite of fire and seemingly forbidden passion to realise it is a worthy exercise... I am worthy of this art, I am a qualified human being set for exploration, if I only would allow myself that notion. Will I, wont I, perhaps.

Not quite as planned

Another draft I forgot to publish in 2011...

The presentation for this module was only done this passed Monday. I forgot to do my reply to my bluetoothed dream drawing and also had not synced bluetooth with everyone's phones before hand. This meant that the presentation was a bit of a faff in the beginning but I think it came together nicely in the end. I'll soon find out how they marked me, then the truth will be known. 

When speaking about my 'sculpture' which was in the form of a short mobile movie, I wanted to highlight connectivity and self expression. In modern society self expression is often quashed by conformity and apathy. In our global-village; enabled with ever advancing technology, my hope is that self expression could help us understand one another, in every street, city and continent and to connect on a deeper level.

So concludes my time thinking on 'Intimate Immensity.' I would like to thank my sculpture tutor; Roxane Permar, also my fellow students and my brother; Aaron Leask for the music and David Sjoberg, for filming some of it despite the wind.

Over

A draft from 2011 only published now...

It's over but still close to my heart. Must do some more dream drawings in the house, will try to do one tomorrow. In the meantime here are a few videos from the making of 'White Wave.' The first two shot on my iPod touch and the third on my friends camera.