Sigh

For the past four days I've pretty much constantly felt like I was going to vomit, this hasn't been helpful when I'm trying to create masses of work but anyway. Been working on producing something visual from my "Oxy, Moron" list. This piece is incredibly simplistic but that's what I was going for. I don't want to dress this up too fancy. Looking to letterpress this.


Second image is what I actually did first. Original idea was to split the list up and just print them individually but looking at this now, I'm not sure it works as well. Perhaps if they were in a series it'd make more sense?

Also been working on a brief given to me by Mr Marston, which is to come up with short stories consisting of 20 words, each word 4 letters long. Yes, it's a huge challenge and my brain is breaking but I love conquering things. If all goes well, one will be selected and displayed at our degree show across the printroom windows, 20 windows = 20 words. Here's what I've got so far:

Down fell Burt, deep into debt. Done with, they said. Want cash, mate? Sell your used gold, ease your pain.

Karl died last year, mind, body, even soul, worn with hate. Nazi jinx, they said, very just. Hell took Karl.

So this is how I'm spending my Saturday nights, thinking of 20 word stories. Rock Star Prescott is what they call me. I'm forgoing the Blackburn V Burnley game tomorrow to hand feed penguins and giraffes. I hope it's worth it.

(apologies if my writing seems more odd than usual, I blame this stupid, pissing virus that won't leave me alone. Now I'm going to look at some pictures of Tim Roth to make me feel better)