26.1.11 slide manupulation, The Kings speach, Pig out.
Slide manupulation is one of my favourite past times. I actually made this the day before, but blugh. photo was on the 26th.
i went on a art trip, instead of school. automatically you would presume trips would be many times better than school, but not at this museum. We went to the Sir John Soane’s Museum, its in Lincoln’s Inn Fields Holborn. The museum itself is intreguging, two houses knocked into one, a selection from egyptian artifacts to busts from 1835. but this stufff has no real interest for me..well even less after last year’s trip to southside house (its in wimbledon, you should go, its really fantastic) but too much of historical stuff i can’t bare. also, it didn’t help that the museum had the most unpleasant staff i have ever incountered. we were greeted at the gate (yep, the gate don’t even think about going near the door before you’ve felt their rath..) with a sour faced woman who informed us that bags weren’t allowed in the meseum without them being placed in a plastic carrier bag, as the museum was ‘tight’ and it was, but surely us carrying bags normally would be less accident prone than us walking aroung swinging plastic bags..then, no A3 sketchbooks, cameras, phones must be off.. no eating, then finally entry was allowed. once in the museum, the entire place is lit gloomily, as you hold your bag in your arms, its quite impossible to draw. in the end i had to go back to the cloak room in any hope of drawing anything. and once we got down to actually drawing something, another moody woman came and informed us THAT YOU CAN ONLY USE PENCIL.no colour pencils, felt tips, pens, charcoal, chalk, crayon……i’m surprised she didn’t confiscate our rubbers. so, there we sat, grumbling and bitching about the arsehole staff within earshot.. its unlike me to be want to offend people to their faces, except where im exceptionally pissed off… anyway, they kept trying to lecture us about the chairs, “there handmade, no mass production..blah blah he did this..) and who is he? John Soane?  just some rich ass with an eye for art.. they talked about him as if he was royalty.. all i know is that he helped to fund the dulwich picture gallery. Awesum. big deal. I should point out that the male staff at the museum were absolutely lovely, (apart from one who was impossible to understand) they were friendly, chatty and informative. the women had pokers up their arses.. i think me and soph eventually came down to the conclustion that they were lesbians and they were just acting like bitches cos we were all the forbidden fruit.. ( we were joking ofc.)Finally escaped at 1pm and i went home to start getting my portfolio together.
Then me and Ashley watched the King’s Speech curitosy of Orange Wednesdays. which was an awesum film where i ate far too much unhealthy crap.

26.1.11 slide manupulation, The Kings speach, Pig out.

Slide manupulation is one of my favourite past times. I actually made this the day before, but blugh. photo was on the 26th.

i went on a art trip, instead of school. automatically you would presume trips would be many times better than school, but not at this museum. We went to the Sir John Soane’s Museum, its in Lincoln’s Inn Fields Holborn. The museum itself is intreguging, two houses knocked into one, a selection from egyptian artifacts to busts from 1835. but this stufff has no real interest for me..well even less after last year’s trip to southside house (its in wimbledon, you should go, its really fantastic) but too much of historical stuff i can’t bare. also, it didn’t help that the museum had the most unpleasant staff i have ever incountered. we were greeted at the gate (yep, the gate don’t even think about going near the door before you’ve felt their rath..) with a sour faced woman who informed us that bags weren’t allowed in the meseum without them being placed in a plastic carrier bag, as the museum was ‘tight’ and it was, but surely us carrying bags normally would be less accident prone than us walking aroung swinging plastic bags..then, no A3 sketchbooks, cameras, phones must be off.. no eating, then finally entry was allowed. once in the museum, the entire place is lit gloomily, as you hold your bag in your arms, its quite impossible to draw. in the end i had to go back to the cloak room in any hope of drawing anything. and once we got down to actually drawing something, another moody woman came and informed us THAT YOU CAN ONLY USE PENCIL.no colour pencils, felt tips, pens, charcoal, chalk, crayon……i’m surprised she didn’t confiscate our rubbers. so, there we sat, grumbling and bitching about the arsehole staff within earshot.. its unlike me to be want to offend people to their faces, except where im exceptionally pissed off… anyway, they kept trying to lecture us about the chairs, “there handmade, no mass production..blah blah he did this..) and who is he? John Soane?  just some rich ass with an eye for art.. they talked about him as if he was royalty.. all i know is that he helped to fund the dulwich picture gallery. Awesum. big deal. I should point out that the male staff at the museum were absolutely lovely, (apart from one who was impossible to understand) they were friendly, chatty and informative. the women had pokers up their arses.. i think me and soph eventually came down to the conclustion that they were lesbians and they were just acting like bitches cos we were all the forbidden fruit.. ( we were joking ofc.)Finally escaped at 1pm and i went home to start getting my portfolio together.

Then me and Ashley watched the King’s Speech curitosy of Orange Wednesdays. which was an awesum film where i ate far too much unhealthy crap.