Friday 18 May 2012

INKBLOTS... THEY'RE ALL BLOTTY AND SHIT

Hello again. Apologies for my recent silence; shit's been going down in Hatfield town.

I have now finished my first year at university... Blimey that went quick. Feels like only yesterday I was nought but a quivering fresher; tentatively sipping beer (as opposed to my champion chugging skills of today), taking photos of plastic army men cos I couldn't think of anything better to do, and panicking because my sketchbooks weren't arranged properly. Now, however, I am known in the art studio as someone who very rarely gives a fuck.

I like that.

But I digress. In my most recent post (almost a month ago, in fact... my goodness, how time flies when one just doesn't give a shit) I talked about some scrawly, inkblotty drawings inspired by Ralph Steadman, the pen and ink artist who perhaps owes the success of most of his later works to the writer Hunter S Thompson, and his ever-ready supply of sunshine acid and mescaline. I took a few photos of my fellow art students; one passport style photo, and another of them pulling the cheesiest, most grotesque smile they could possibly muster. 





I then set about ruining their beautiful faces with my black and red ink, and cheap-ass scratchy pen. I had way too much fun doing this... But this is the result: 



Did a self portrait as well, which is beyond awesome - but let's not go into that.



I then fused these amazing/terrible drawings together with some of the original photographs to create these monstrosities.




And that's pretty much it.

And so ended the first year of the almighty Padfoot's fine art education. To while away the hours (and help pay the rent) in between now and September I'll be mostly sweeping up popcorn at the local Odeon cinema, but I've still got some fucked up ideas brewing in the ol' brainbox... So keep checking back, yeah?

Until then - Ciao for now, bitches.

- Padfoot