Day 2 was upon me and for the first time in quite a while I was sitting on the tube on the way to Central London with a smile on my face looking forward to the day's work.
Equipped with my good morning coffee and my shoulder bag bursting with all arty materials I could find at home over night I made my way through the maze of halls, stairs and corridors back to our super-sized class room (I did not get lost! so proud of myself!).
Day 2. The first task was to create a sock-puppet. Say hello to my marvellous little creation! I have become quite attached to this little fella since the course, and he has now his home in our wine shelves in the living room.
I think he looks really pleased with himself in this picture:
Now then, moving on to the real task of the morning - drawing the sock monster's many facial expressions. And incredible but true - I even had a pencil of the same colour as the sock monster! I got that one for free in front of Hema in Utrecht when I was studying there almost 10 years ago! I knew it would come in handy one day, moving it with me to Denmark, then back to the Netherlands, then back to Germany, then on to London (where I have since moved house 3 times)...
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| Side view |
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| Front and back |
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| Sad face |
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Next up was to put the character into a little story of six pictures. Now apparently sock-monsters are not very smart, but what they don't have in brain power they make up in appetite. And my sock monster had been eying up that mobile phone of mine all morning already!
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| Oh hello. You look tasty! |
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| Mhhh. Don't think I can resist... |
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| Crunchy! |
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| Gobble, gobble |
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| Erg, it's stuck! |
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| Ahhh. What a relief. What's next? |
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The second half of the day we spent on interpreting through illustration a small narrative. We received several lines of text and could re-order the line to our heart's content. From the following original text lines I created the below little illustration with re-arranged text lines:
What if he could really fly
It might be just large enough for him
Loud flapping noises attracted his attention
The wind was roaring by now
Several odd things had flown by already
He grabbed hold and jumped up high
Where was he going?
Time was flying and I had already reached the half-marker of the course...
