Monday 22nd May 2017 – Final Reflection
I think the experience I have gained in Printmaking during my second year at Coleg Menai has been invaluable and has helped me become more confident and assured as an artist.
In my Specialist Study (ARF 505) module I used the prints that I created in this module as as part of a Projection Experimentation. Here are some of the results that I achieved. I really like the idea of using prints to further develop digital artwork involving video and projection and see this as a potential way forward.
Wednesday 17th May 2017 – My Book Arrived
My Digital Book arrived today, I am so pleased with the outcome of this.
Friday 12th May 2017 – Mounting Prints
I printed my prints onto Lokta Paper for presentation at the assessment. I then mounted the prints onto mount board.
Friday 12th May 2017 – Print Scholarship
Having been further inspired by the print making experience I have gained during the second year at Coleg Menai I decided to apply for the Print Scholarship at the Wrexham Regional Print Centre and I have been spending the past couple of weeks preparing my application.
The Blog Post Application for Printmaking Scholarship contains the details of this application.
Saturday 22nd April 2017 – Digital Book
I created a Digital Book to accompany the handmade book of prints. The Proofs are displayed below:
This book included the poem The Day the War Came by the childrens author Nicola Davies.
The Day the War Came
The day war came there were flowers on the window sill
and my father sang my baby brother back to sleep.
My mother made my breakfast, kissed my nose
and walked with me to school.That morning I learned about volcanoes, I sang a song about how tadpoles turn at last to frogs.
I made a picture of myself with wings.
Then, just after lunch, while I watched a cloud shaped like a dolphin, war came.
At first, just like a spattering of hail
a voice of thunder…
then all smoke and fire and noise, that I didn’t understand.It came across the playground.
It came into my teacher’s face.
It brought the roof down.
and turned my town to rubble.
I can’t say the words that tell you
about the blackened hole that had been my home.
All I can say is this:
war took everything
war took everyone
I was ragged, bloody, all alone.I ran. Rode on the back of trucks, in buses;
walked over fields and roads and mountains,
in the cold and mud and rain;
on a boat that leaked and almost sank
and up a beach where babies lay face down in the sand.
I ran until I couldn’t run
until I reached a row of huts
and found a corner with a dirty blanket
and a door that rattled in the wind
But war had followed me.
It was underneath my skin,
behind my eyes,
and in my dreams.
It had taken possession of my heart.I walked and walked to try and drive war out of myself,
to try and find a place it hadn’t reached.
But war was in the way that doors shut when I came down the street
It was in the way the people didn’t smile, and turned away.I came to a school.
I looked in through the window.
They were learning all about volcanoes
And drawing birds and singing.
I went inside.
My footsteps echoed in the hall
I pushed the door and faces turned towards me
but the teacher didn’t smile.
She said, there is no room for you,
you see, there is no chair for you to sit on,
you have to go away.
And then I understood that war had got here too.I turned around and went back to the hut, the corner and the blanket
and crawled inside.
It seemed that war had taken all the world and all the people in it.
The door banged.
I thought it was the wind.
But a child’s voice spoke
“I brought you this,” she said “so you can come to school.”
It was a chair. A chair for me to sit on and learn about volcanoes, frogs and singing
And drive the war out of my heart.
She smiled and said “My friends have brought theirs too, so all the children here can come to school”
Out of every hut a child came and we walked together,
on a road all lined with chairs.
Pushing back the war with every step.
Saturday 8th April 2017 – Handmade Book
I prepared a handmade book that contained all of my prints and the associated aluminium plates.
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