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It has taken me the better part of half a century to try send 40 photos on hotmail. Cut a long story short my plan B took me here.

As an aside, Aunt Cecelia told me that during sleep your internal organs regenerate themselves between the hours 11pm - 3am...but how would your kidneys know what time it is? If it really were true then my biological age is 75 (*shudders). 

In a nutshell:

1. Hauled through a collection of payslips, postcards, progress files, certificates to successfully retrieve box of artwork
2. Borrow lil sis' digicam. 8 megepixels. I remember a time when IXUS 8 was properrrrrrrr advanced like. Now it's old news.
3. Mountains of sketchbooks but can't bear to throw them away. Blood, sweat and tears. Maybe I can store them for forty years and then auction it all off as vintage prized artwork when I'm old and grey and proverbial children want to put me in a home. Ooh maybe I should start writing letters and bury them into an airtight capsule. How else will the next generation know how we live? Once all the crude oil is used up and no longer powers computers. Yes, let's invest in a capsule...right after I save to buy a better camera. Actually no, driving lessons. 
4. Select said art pieces
5. Bad camera, poor lighting, sans 3D white box. Everybody now - ROOKIE ERROR! Relax, audience through cyberspace. You know what they say? It's about making the most of what you DO have. Why show ingratitude for possessing a perfectly good camera? Definitely a first world problem. Pull yerself together girlfriend!
6. Grab a few sheets of leftover cartridge paper and BOOM! Who needs a 3D white box.
7. Snap, snap, rotate camera, snap. (*cue Austin Powers theme tune) Oooh mind the fingers and toes. 
8. Shove SD card into Macbook Pro aka Keith my partner in crime. Been with me 4 years to Hong Kong, Belgium, Poland, Germany, Holland and South Africa. He's a good laptop even though his right trackpad has ceased to work. Getting senile the poor thing. I refuse to replace with a younger model...until I see the blue screen.
9. Crop, rotate, bing bang bong. Hotmail. Upload files...(laptop chugs)..."File sizes too large". *Head dips. Skydive. OneDrive. Nope. OK. 
10. Plan B: Blogspot. BOO-YAH! Now some of the work has already been featured in previous posts but it's always good to revisit and review. 

Bed is beckoning. Internal organs needs rest and rejuvenation. Electricity bills accumulating as I type. *look up. Why are the living room lights not energy saving lightbulbs? Yes they're aesthetically pleasing but think of the polar bears. Can I be bothered to add captions...yes corporal, I think I can. Ok, 30 minutes tops and then I will going to ascend the staircase. Spit on it (*Hawk phlegm into palm. Proceed to unleash onto qwerty).

Commission for Kent County Show. Individual small sketches placed into one.

Ta-dah!

Icon Project with Grandpa is the subject matter. He was dying of prostate cancer so I wanted to dedicate this to him. Gave him a copy of 'How To Make Grandpa' manual. Cigarette, cigar, walking stick,  house slippers, top hat and zimmer frame all hand-sewn using felt and stuffing. Tote bag done by sewing machine. CD contains animation done with graphics group during 2nd year BTEC ND in Canterbury. Miss him. All the times he wanted to take me to MacDonald's. 

Prefer sketchbook to final pieces. More personal and descriptive of journey rather than destination.

Pop-up. Mono-printing on cartridge.

Alien by sewing machine. Button donated by GAP trenchcoat.

Good ol' felt tip and colouring pencils!

Upon inspection, slightly disturbing. Well, they WERE Victorian dolls.

Satisfies the OCD for sure!

Negative space, what would I do without you?

Happiness baby book.

There's the creepy Victorian dolls again!

Childhood museum is definitely my favourite. Even V&A doesn't make it as high on my list. Hope Tamagotchis get featured. Legendary toy of the nineties. When people say ten years ago I always think '90s not noughties. 

Didn't photograph every page. Exquisite watercolour paper. Cost me an arm and a leg to print but well worth it.

Creative Arts Academy 2011-12. From top left to right: Yours truly, Hanne, Jamie, Jono, Michel, Katie. Those were the good days. Miss them and that time a lot. Not featured are incredible house parents Tim and Sinta. Out of TC now with 3 bubbas. Miss them. Student leaders Paul and Jana succeeded as course heads and have baby Mia now. Emma is on Saturation course in South Africa. How time flies. Man, what an incredible year of tears and laughter that He allowed us to experience.

When I was in Wonderful on Monday mornings. Some sketches for Ardent Hare. Think other one was selected and made as animated gif. 

Salamanda plushie! For mum,  most inspirational woman I know. I admire marmee for her ability to endure and persevere, not to mention her unconditional love and grace for me. Lord knows the journey that she has gone through.

Canadian-Korean student leader by the name of Steve Lee recommended said combination on toast. Try it, rocks!

Indian ink on canvas. Initial intention was to sell to pay my fees but ended up giving as gifts to Tim&Sinta, Eugen&Ramona, Katie Robo and...erm...don't remember the fourth

Comissioned tote bag artwork for Sinta's ladies' mentoring group. The Potter and The Clay. Later find that it was for Jin Munn. Win.

People in London bus stop avoiding eye contact and trying to not look awkward.

Sinta, Leon and Ross. Troy was a twinkle in Tim's eye when I did this. Twas little gift for CAA folk at start of our course.

Grandpa I miss you! Pray that I will see you again in Heaven. 

Would work if I lived in Italy. The continentals have got it right.

When I specialised in dance and was inspired by Irene Cara's 'What A Feeling'. Really enjoy using a sharp scalpel. Maybe I ought to go into nursing.

NOT MY ARTWORK.  Inspirational ephemera. Recognise one from Paris, Popeye is a Dali, other's a Man Ray, the rest, your guess is as good as mine.

Yes Frida! Roy Lichtenstein. The postcard with men around a table entitled "Meeting of the Bored". Tube Map circa 2005. Coke can with plug hole - clever!

I am late for a meeting with my pillow. See ya later alligator.

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