Professional Platforms – Week 8

December 18th my last Monday and was the week before the Christmas break and the first week of specialism. During the assessment period the students were asked what area they would like to specialise even though the college is very keen to allow students to branch out and either do different projects from different specialisms via their own specialism or for them to seek tutorials from tutors of other specialism. The tutors are wanting to give student creative freedom.

The Visual Communications specialism delivered a brief to create a quick zine telling everyone something about yourself that people wouldn’t necessarily know. Students spoke of different things like hobbies and clubs they were involved in, unusual collections they had in their home, and things they collected. At the end of the three sessions they were to have their zine printed and for it to go on display in the studio. The point of this quick brief was to give the student a deeper understanding of what constitutes as a zine; how they can be presented and what form they can take; what they can include or address; to allow them to consider presentation, layout, and print; for them to feel they have accomplished something by seeing their work transform and go to print; for them to be prepared by considering all the components to compose a zine and take this forward and engage with a three-week Zine project at the beginning of next term.

I feel like I shouldn’t have been available for this session. December is a very tiring month with my workload doubling and juggling this as well as university, placement and very few days off I had hit a wall and could not give 100%. I should have predicted this and felt disappointed with myself and my performance. I will hopefully make up for this throughout the year as I plan to engage with the students again mid-way through their specialism to see how they have developed and again when it comes to the writing their FMP proposal and again for their exhibition. I have thoroughly enjoyed my experience with the tutors and students of the college and believe I have gained an insight to what is expected of you as a tutor, the pressures and problems that come along with the job role, and more importantly I have appreciated being able to work with students that are producing meaningful and engaging work.


The Lottie Project- Jacqueline Wilson. Experimentation.


Before I left university I spoke to my tutor, Amelia, about wanting to illustrate subject that have meaning and depth. I liked the thought of illustrating children’s books as I enjoy the artwork myself, but I wanted to illustrate weighty issues. Amelia pointed me to Jaqueline Wilson’s work as she addresses issues in life in a way that helps children to understand and cope. I have began to illustrate The Lottie project; a book written through the voice of a young girl that is used to having her mum to herself and how she struggles to accept her mum’s new love interest as well as money worries and school life too. I am experimenting with my work too. I’m making my collage 3d and then photographing them back to 2d. I am playing with composition and perspective and I’m thinking of adding some more digital collage to the images after they have been photographed.



But the moment I set eyes on Miss Beckworth I knew none of us would be laughing. … ‘It’s three minutes past nine’, Miss Beckworth announced. ‘You’re late.’

Final Edit- Oxford; Privilege and Prejudice.


I was left unhappy with my accompanying image for the article on Oxford’s lack of diversity within their admissions. I felt my image could of been easily misinterpreted with the arrows looking more like they were attacking the bird house rather than trying to get over the bushes to get in. Also, it wasn’t obvious enough that the arrow heads were cut from birds.

I chose to use the bare feet in this as a sign of assumed purity to illustrate the privilage to white (and with wealthy backgrounds) students. I toyed witht he idea of using the legs of men in suits as I felt this would convey the socio-economic and gender issue too, however you can not determin the colour of the men’s skin. I decided I would focus on the fact stated in the article that ony 27 black British students were addmitted in a single year.

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Poetry Illustration. Edgar Allan Poe- Romance.


Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been -a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word,
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven’s on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

Poetry Illustration. Edgar Allan Poe- Evening Star


Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Music Illustration. Sweat- Ry X


Come, husk your limbs to my floor
Bones sucking stones, her coming storm
Under the lights you went
Chemical ashes head down
Heart on a diamond thread
Fennel and lashes wet down

Young star, hanuted lynx
Ring of silver, om
I want your bones inside my bones
Under the lights we went
Wearing our chimes we bled out
Fennel and lashes wet
Heart on a diamond thread now

You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my love down deep into your bones
You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my heart down deep into your soul
I can’t take it

You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my love down deep into your bones
You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my heart down deep into your soul
I can’t take it