Showtime!

The countdown has begun - five weeks to go until degree show 2008. I'm hoping to have all the work I planned finished by this time, which seems to always take me a lot longer than I had anticipated. I think I must work at the rate of a sloth.


This here is my postcard image, which unbelievably took a lot of tweaking and probably will still print very differently. I chose this image as it's one that I did at the beginning of fourth year, but eight months on with a splash of strawberry tartan it has much more character.


After Uni I would like to keep this theme going and apply it not only to traveller imagery but to themes such as history, flora, fauna, baking, and unsurprisingly tea drinking. Preferably they would be related to Scotland, requiring many a mini break to an isolated west coast island.

Easter - another baking excuse!

Who doesn't love easter related sweets? To make a change from chocolate eggs I decided to make these little gems and force feed my family when I go home this weekend. I'm sure they won't mind overly?


Traditionally eggs were used to represent fertitility, which the Christians adopted to symbolise their saviour's resurrection. In Germany eggs are painted green and eaten on Maudy Thursday. Meanwhile they are painted red in Greece to represent Christ's blood. In Britain the practice of painting eggs bold colours dates back to the middle ages to celebrate the reurn of sunshine in spring!


I however have chosen to celebrate sweet-tooths, and free weekends. Although I always welcome the resurgence of colour that springtime brings. Happy Easter!

Sundays = Indulgence Days

I seem to be indulging myself more and more these days with my two friends, cake and tea. In fact I'm indulging more than is humanly safe to do so! My teeth are going to regret my youth...

Well spring is beginning to stir it's sleepy head at last, I was even able to pinch a few plum blossom sprigs for my flat-bonus! Thus inspiring me to enhance the smell of the flat with banana loaf cakiness. Unfortunately this means I have to eat the cakiness, but I'm sure I'll manage, somehow.