Seeing as this seems to be eternally dedicated to my artwork, I think it fair to say that my final project has had a severe last minute change of direction.

I feel that I can better explain the way in which I see people through painting. Yes, that may seem ridiculous to the majority of the universe but I find it perfectly sane.

I felt far too pretentious trying to present, to a judgemental panel of hypocrites, photographic work endeavouring to show an individual in only the way that I see them. Using colour to show a mood, or perhaps props to help the less perceptive gain an idea of my intentions.

My aim was to display the effects of discrimination upon humanity, however; I feel the news has done enough of that recently.

Human turning against human. War. Poverty. Politics.

I feel as if ambitious nonsense is not going to take me anywhere. It should not matter what others want from you. Only you can know what was going on in your head at the time you created an ‘artwork’. I have never understood why people improvise their way through understanding? What is there to get? Nothing is to be comprehended. Art is meant to boggle the mind, force emotions; humanity needs to relax. Stop being so controlling.

(for anyone who actually read this, firstly thank you, and secondly I apologise for the rant)

One sleeved dresses?! I don’t understand.

I feel rather abandoned. I’ve worked so hard, yet this artistic world is so full of crap I’m not sure how to deal with it.

I can’t wait to get away to Malaysia and work in all the different animal sanctuaries and zoos.

I just want to escape.

And fat. And miserable. Thanks life.