I found my love for words when I was a small child - plus many, many trips to the library. My father was a budding writer and at the age of 10, he sat me down and taught me the rudiments of grammar, spelling and punctuation. Like any voracious reader, I would lose myself in the world that an author had created. I considered Open University, but preferred to have a classroom situation, so I could gauge my progress and be inspired by the input of others. Two years are spent at my local college, where I will obtain a foundation degree and my third year top up will be at Plymouth University, where I will obtain the full BA.
The lads are now coming up to 21 and 30 respectively, so they cause minimum fuss now and my parents are long gone. I lost my chance of reading English when I became a teen parent and now I have figured that I had better do this degree NOW, lest I will moan about lost opportunities for the rest of my life. Truth is, I probably needed to experience the tougher side of the real world to fully understand the nuances of what other people were trying to write. Something that happens with years on the clock, rather than being fresh-faced and out of school.
Klimt 'The Kiss' hung on a friend's bedroom wall for years. Very beautiful - I have seen some of the prints of his pattern work too and they are stunning. An old boyfriend introduced me to Modigliani (whose posters adorned his bedroom wall). I have a soft spot for his work, because he was passionate about his nudes. He would lock himself in his studio for days and would have a hissy fit if anyone interrupted him - would consider the canvas and artwork ruined.
I haven't been lucky enough to go to the major galleries as I live in Cornwall and any trip to London is usually due to visiting relations, but I will at some point make the effort. We have many galleries here and of course, St Ives is famous for its artists such as Barbara Hepworth, Patrick Heron and Bernard Leach, amongst others. We have the Tate St Ives, which has many exhibitions - I am hoping to fit one in before I go back to college in late September.
I think Quinn did his in stages - about six pints of blood all told. Loved Hancock - a beloved but tortured genius.
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Date: 2014-08-27 03:08 pm (UTC)From:The lads are now coming up to 21 and 30 respectively, so they cause minimum fuss now and my parents are long gone. I lost my chance of reading English when I became a teen parent and now I have figured that I had better do this degree NOW, lest I will moan about lost opportunities for the rest of my life. Truth is, I probably needed to experience the tougher side of the real world to fully understand the nuances of what other people were trying to write. Something that happens with years on the clock, rather than being fresh-faced and out of school.
Klimt 'The Kiss' hung on a friend's bedroom wall for years. Very beautiful - I have seen some of the prints of his pattern work too and they are stunning. An old boyfriend introduced me to Modigliani (whose posters adorned his bedroom wall). I have a soft spot for his work, because he was passionate about his nudes. He would lock himself in his studio for days and would have a hissy fit if anyone interrupted him - would consider the canvas and artwork ruined.
I haven't been lucky enough to go to the major galleries as I live in Cornwall and any trip to London is usually due to visiting relations, but I will at some point make the effort. We have many galleries here and of course, St Ives is famous for its artists such as Barbara Hepworth, Patrick Heron and Bernard Leach, amongst others. We have the Tate St Ives, which has many exhibitions - I am hoping to fit one in before I go back to college in late September.
I think Quinn did his in stages - about six pints of blood all told. Loved Hancock - a beloved but tortured genius.
Ok - on to part two :-)