There's a second blog I write called Birdsongknits, which is just about my knitting, my obsessive knitting. I knit a lot!
Here I am, wearing a dress I knit. I am quite good at knitting but not very good at modelling my knits to share on Ravelry (knit/crochet super site), if you will, please note the strained expression on my face!
OK, so art was the only thing I felt really good at and confident with during my time at secondary school (GCSE/A-level), the only thing I was really interested in come to think of it. I liked English too, but only the book reading aspect, not the text dissection and analysis. I remember having to choose a third subject to study at A-level as we HAD to do 3 for some reason, I was foolish and chose Biology (it sounded interesting!), which ended up being incredibly difficult and not something I enjoyed at all. I am quite a whimsical person, a bit of a daydreamer, with an active imagination (not a great thing in the middle of the night - I terrify myself), anyway, it turned out that I really don't like knowing scientific intricacies. I muddled through that Biology A-level & was rather pleased with my E grade at the end of it (I suspected I'd achieved a U grade!). I didn't fare much better with my English Literature (D), but whatever! I was 18, I didn't care about English Literature and Biology, I only wanted to be in the art studio thank you very much.
I got into painting while I was at college (Newcastle-Under-Lyme). I did a BTEC art foundation course after my A-levels and was initially determined to be an illustrator of children's books. Eagerly I waited for my week in the illustration studio, I just knew it was the place for me! Imagine my surprise when it wasn't how I had imagined it. Discipline, structure, no drawing woodland piskies and faeries... Perhaps it was the tutor and his personal view on how one should approach illustration (he was a lovely chap), but it dealt illustration a final blow. Luckily I found my place and really knew it during my first morning in the fine art studio. This was where I was supposed to be! That's not to say that our fine art tutor wasn't all about structure and discipline because he was, it was just that we could paint and draw what the hell we liked. Suddenly I lost all interest in piskies, faeries and becoming as great an artist as Alan Lee (although I still love the book Faeries by Lee and Brian Froud). I began to paint abstracts and to discover the untrammelled joy of simply painting. The fun of studio madness, which I've experienced outside of the studio too, you know what it's like, when people are all cooped up together for a period and become silly. Fun!
Over a period of months I became very serious about Being an Artist, Becoming an Artist. Suddenly prospectuses began to pile up on the communal table in our studio. I remember everyone going off to look at universities near and far. My only criteria was that it had to be far enough away from home that I needn't live at home any longer, but not too far away from home because I do like my family and I wanted to be able to visit easily. It had to be a good course too, not too intellectual though (by that I mean a minimal amount of essay-writing and lectures). My friend Rachel Marsden (who is very intellectual and fond of essay-writing), advised me to look at Loughborough, so I looked at the prospectus, visited and applied. Loughborough was the place for me! I just had to get in...
Skip to the end, I did. I loved it there, best 2 years of my young adult life, the third was ok, not as good as the first two though. My main consolations during my third year were the potato van in town (curry + jacket pot) and Hen's Tooth bitter.
This was supposed to be a brief 'about me', it has turned into the Georgina: Origins script.
I really like music, particularly electronic music. I hate most chart music (HATE IT) and I occasionally get the rage from some of the music people stick over YouTube videos, you know, the generic sort of stuff. I get the rage over very silly things in fact, some adverts, predictably every single Go Compare advert. I will NEVER use their website because of those adverts. I bet the Devil plays all of those adverts on repeat in hell, just as background music. Go Compare! Go Compare! No! YOU GO COMPARE! Compare THIS!
I was laughing the other day as my reaction to yet another 'lovely' knitting podcast video (and I love them really but they're all so bloody nice!) threatened to turn into Vyvyan's Good Life outburst from The Young Ones (below). I always liked how he shouted "Bloody, bloody, bloody!".
[Ripping up the introduction to The Good Life] NO, NO, NO, NO! WE ARE NOT WATCHING THE BLOODY GOOD LIFE! BLOODY, BLOODY, BLOODY! I HATE IT! IT'S SO BLOODY NICE! FELICITY "TREACLE" KENDAL, AND RICHARD "SUGAR FLAVOURED SNOT" BRIERS! WHAT DO THEY DO KNOW? CHOCOLATE BLOODY BUTTON ADS, THAT'S WHAT! THEY'RE NOTHING BUT A COUPLE OF REACTIONARY STEREOTYPES, CONFIRMING THE MYTH THAT EVERYONE IN BRITAIN IS A LOVABLE MIDDLE CLASS ECCENTRIC, AND I! HATE! THEM!
That's a highly articulate outburst there, Vyv. I only hope they're not watching.
More about me. Me, me, me.
I love birds, watching the birds and listening to the birds, have done since I was a small gawky child watching the Wagtails pip about the playground while I was supposed to be trying to understand maths. My favourite birds are the boring ones, I love the Dunnocks and the sparrows. I get very excited when I hear a Song Thrush, even more excited when I hear a Mistle Thrush (they remind me of long secondary school afternoons and daydreaming). I like the jazzy birds too, Kingfishers, Grey Wagtails, Yellowhammers. I once saw a Hawfinch, I was delighted! I like birds' eyes, all shiny and dark..
I love hot buttered toast. I don't like social media but I keep trying with it. It feels so try hard and a little sad! I always wish I was a better painter, a more focused painter who didn't keep changing direction all the time.