DAY ONE; NEW BEGINNINGS 

MY GRANDMOTHER first showed me how to paint. I watched her dip the small paintbrush into the water, twirl it around and feather it over the paper. That's where the obessession started. Sure, I had been interested in art before but this was exciting but never did I think that it was going to turn into what my life devoured. It seems that, that is all I want to do/see/feel and there is nothing I can do. 

After only being in my studio flat for no less than 12 hours, I am particularly comfortable which is strange as I have no-one here that I know or have even seen yet ( maybe locking myself in my room hasn't done me any favours ). Tomorrow I will learn that I have to adventure out into the big bad world but for now I am snuggling down in my new duvet.

This is my new beginning, one of which I have worked for and have dreamed of this day for so many years now that it feels as though it has come around too quickly. I can already sense the chaos that the next few weeks hold but I cannot wait to fully embrace it with full spontaneism. 

My blog entries will be full of artwork, photography and daily antics of an art student. So prepare yourself for the good, the bad and the completely extravagant.