Update

Hello Strangers,

Long story short, I’m dabbling a little between blog sites, I tend to post more on my site over at blogger: http://aeryamorosity.blogspot.co.uk/   – Simply because personalising the blog there is easier.

So you may not hear from me here very often anymore – not that you did anyway. But you know where to find me now – bring your friends over too 🙂

Take Care,

-Aery

Pursuing the Arts

The University of Arts London (AKA: UAL), came to my college recently and spoke to a group of Fine Art and Photography (me) students. p

-And I hate them! Why? Because they have completely destroyed the (almost) serene calm and (nearly) perfect balance I had created in my life!

And now they’ve left me to stress and sob over whatever remains left of it.

 

Allow me to explain…

Prior to now, I had not planned to go Uni; unless it was to study psychology. However, upon studying AS psychology I quickly came to learn that this subject just wasn’t for me. Although I love connecting with, analysing and understanding people and the way their mind and behaviour works, psychology requires too much memorisation and not enough of the expression, creativity and freedom I yearn for. To be frank, I already had a hunch psychology wasn’t for me, there are seldom subjects that I thoroughly ever enjoyed: Media which I studied at GCSE level, and Photography which I excelled at within my Fine Art GCSE and continue to display a passion for right now as I study it as a single subject at A-Level.

Since Psychology was no longer a contender, Uni ceased to be an option for me any long. I mean, I didn’t know what else I would study. I didn’t see the point in studying ‘Useless’ subjects like art and film. because getting a degree in them doesn’t entail securing a career involving them. More than that, they aren’t viewed as very respectable subjects. Especially Photography. Most people believe that if you point a camera and take a pretty picture you’re officially classified as a photographer – Which in this day and age is pretty standard – annoyingly.

So my plans for post-college were merely to get experience and simply get a job and work my ass off; probably via an apprenticeship. Simple enough.

But No. UAL had to come and ruin that for me. They had to come and make me question everything. Seeing their facilities and all these images of dedicated students struck a chord with me. It Inspired Me. I mean it was absurd that there was even a whole University – let alone the largest one in Europe – dedicated to ‘Useless’ subjects. It was insane. They were so serious and enthusiastic about it, about ‘Useless’ subjects. Did they even realise how ‘Useless’ what they were teaching was? Did I even realise how beautiful it was, to see people care so much about what I love? – Probably not, at least not consciously; not even when I signed up for their spring school.

Not even when I happened to stumble across one of their sites in London today while on my very own photography shoot. (I wonder now, if it were some sort of sign?)

To be honest, I think it only internalised when I found myself aimlessly exploring their website. Seeing the amazing photography work their students created… and I sat there thinking:

This is what I want to do with my life…

Photography – not the take a camera and capture some random aesthetics shit, that you and I, and the whole contemporary world, knows it as. No, I want to invest myself into a photography where I take powerful, meaningful, introspective images: ones that tell stories and depict lives that we would never otherwise understand or imagine; with beautiful and haunting abstract images. This is what I’ve always wanted to do.

Between you and me, I, like many others am a victim of Sexual abuse. And despite finally accepting and overcoming it (after many, many, many years), I had decided in my head that I was going to conquer it completely some day… using photography. In my head I knew that in the future, using a camera and a great deal of work, I was going to embark on an emotionally-challenging project about sexual abuse and past traumas. Somehow I was going to attempt to illustrate what kind of devastating effects it has and unravel the stories of many victims like me via images. And this would not only be my way of growing past it, but also my message to the world. However little the audience may be, someone would have seen my work and taken something, anything, from it. This is what I wanted.

And I decided this back when I did the photography segment of my art work… which was based around identity. At the time, it was too vast a subject to even bring up in the rather juvenile GCSE setting. So I kept it in mind.

And have ever since.

So I suppose, photography has been a deep ambition of mine for a long time now. And seeing the work of the UAL students resurfaced this spark in me. I crave the opportunities it offers me.

Yet my biggest problem remains:

The tuition fees for a subject that is viewed as ‘Useless

It’d be one thing if I simply studied a subject that no one cares about. It’s another thing entirely, to pay to study a subject that no one cares about. My family are so sceptical of pursuing the creative arts and fear that it will get me nowhere. Honestly, I fear the same too. But then to pay for a subject that may not assist me in life at all; it’s like buying a million dollar vintage vase and then placing it in storage for eternity. A complete waste.

However, recently I visited the William Morris Gallery near my college. To my surprised, what hit me more than the pretty things on display dedicated to this man, was William Morris himself. From the gallery I learned of man who was brought up in wealthy environment, expected to pursue a secure practise for his future. Instead, he defied all odds and chased the arts instead, becoming a successful artist, interior designer and so much more. The more I read about him, the more my heart sobbed and my appreciation for all that is beautiful in art transpired.

When I first debated about attending UAL, William Morris did come to mind. My heart told me to have the same courage he did and do as he did. But my mind warned me that he and I are not the same and I am not born of wealth like he was.

Thus the dilemma still remains and I feel a huge sadness burden my heart.

 

I’ve suddenly realised how poetic my writing has become, I don’t know what’s happening. I guess this is where I end this post because I honestly have no idea how to end it. I just felt I needed to digest and get all this off my chest.

So I’ll just leave you with something William Morris said that was rather quite beautiful:

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The Tate Modern

Hey Stalkers,

Ever heard of the Tate Modern? Probably not if you’re not British; it’s one of the most popular art gallery in the heart of central London. I’ve never been to an art gallery ever! But as a child of curiosity who always seems to find herself lost in wonderment at the smallest of things, I’ve always dreamed of going to an art gallery. Despite that though, I’d never thought I’d ever actually get the opportunity to go. Yet there I was… standing in front of the Tate Modern with my art class.

The perks of being an art student, hey?

Before I get down to the canvases though, I must allow you to appreciate the art of the city first! There’s this huge Cathedral not far from the Tate and it was absolutely beautiful! We also crossed this bridge – which was far too thin and far too long for comfort – it went across the river Thames and the view was just amazing, the shard, the city, the sky; everything looked so unreal and stunning! It was really something to take in; I’ve never noticed how gorgeous London could be before.

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I stood there terrified out of my wits whilst taking this picture

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Once we were at the Tate I didn’t know what to expect. However we were privileged enough to view the very rare and very special Henry Matisse: ‘Paper Cut Outs’ gallery, I learned a lot about him and I found his work quite inspiring. What I found most intriguing though, was the fact that when he realised he was too sick to go outdoors he created his own garden indoors using his cut outs and pasted them on to his wall. I think that’s just such a fascinating idea. That you through art you can recreate experiences and places so you can relive them, and also that art is something that is limitless. You can be young, old or even and elephant and still create something beautiful. That, was really inspiring!

*Unfortunately photography was prohibited so all I can offer is Google images!

The Parakeet & the Mermaid

The Parakeet & the Mermaid

We also visited several other galleries and took one too many pictures, but here are my favourite works of art!

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Lee Ufan FROM LINE

This is the painting that changed everything for me. It was created by Lee Ufan; he took brush and pulled it across the canvas until it ran out of paint, though it may look simple the concept of it was what intrigued me most. Beside the painting there was a small passage which quoted Lee in saying:

‘Load the brush and draw a line. At the beginning it will appear dark and thick, then it will get gradually thinner and finally disappear … A line must have a beginning and an end. Space appears within the passage of time, and when the process of creating space comes to an end, time also vanishes’.

I thought that it was amazing how such simplicity could contain such a profound message. That art didn’t have to be direct, that it was, in fact, like English and was just an artist’s way of telling a story and purporting their thoughts. I then began seeing each painting differently, keeping an open mind as to what was hidden behind their art work.

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Louise Bourgeois THE STRETCH

One of the last works I saw was this piece by Louise Bourgeois. There are moments when you see a work of art and are immediately attached to it; this was one of those moments. As soon as my eyes had landed on this piece, I was just drawn towards it. Like a moth to a flame. I don’t exactly know why I adore this so much but I infatuated by it, it spoke to me. Moved me.

To me it looks like heart, being pulled in every direction by several needles, yet despite being pulled apart by them, the needles also support the hearts structure. A paradoxical conflict of the heart. That’s my interpretation anyway.

That’s the beauty of art though, it can mean something different for each individual. So in between the whining and complaining and ignorance of my peers who just scoffed at most of the pieces of art and failed to appreciate it, I came to this conclusions:

Art goes beyond what’s just on the canvas, it’s about what each brush stroke represents to its creator and what it says to you….

This trip has really had broadened my horizons and my perspective on art. And I think with that, this trip is concluded a successful one…

– Love Aery

I Want to Fall in Love with a Reader

A beautifully written article that has woven every reader’s dreams into words of bliss…
Love this!

The Fickle Heartbeat

I Want to Fall in Love with a Reader

A beautiful feature post by Single Strides.

I want to fall in love with someone at a bookstore. I want to marry someone’s love for words with my own. To find someone who understands the countless worlds you can travel to in literature. To meet someone who feels the need to touch every book on the shelf, because each has a vigorous influence drawing them in. Someone who believes in the deep nous of wakefulness you sense when you graze a hard cover spine. Someone who innately holds their breath when they open to the first, vulnerable page… As they know full well the possibility the words have to change their lives. Someone who shares in the delight of the sound pages make when they turn. Someone who can melt into the journey when they lift the cover and hear it creak. I want to fall in love with…

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