As I think were most of the others in my year, the idea of following the course of my first term by blog was daunting. It seemed like a lot of work.
I, by nature, am a procrastinator. Due to this, in the first few weeks of term I struggled with keeping on top of my blog work, I noticed my independent study visits were piling up and I was becoming stressed.
As I sat down and typed and typed, I caught up. As I worked and uploaded, the blog became easy – enjoyable. I enjoyed keeping track of what I had done and it forced me to reflect on what I had learnt and where I could improve. The blog taught me not to let work pile up until it made me stress, to continue at a steady pace and turn ‘work’ into a hobby and something I enjoyed. If I could start over I would do one blog post per every few days, I think this would have caused my blog to be less of a chore and kept them more relevant.
I had always wanted to start a blog of some form but never knew what to write about or where to begin – what could I possibly have to say that could be an interest to other people?
As I created my blog I realised the point in what I was doing was not for the interest of others approval, but rather for my own enjoyment, work ethic and learning. The blog made me keep up a constant stream of interest, always applying myself to my fullest, keeping notes, and not go through periods of time (as I usually do) of not doing anything at all, and thus, really getting out of a working momentum.
I am constantly trying to force myself to become a more organised person. To keep notes and lists, to write down what I learn, as I learn it. I think keeping a blog helped me organise myself in a lot of ways. I enjoyed having my process written down on the internet, where I could return to and reflect on things I had done, rather than unorganised lists I constantly make and evidently lose.
At the beginning of the blog I struggled with uploading pictures, it was something I seemed to always be putting off and therefore some of my photos are not the highest quality they could have been. If I was to start over I would progressively take photos as I am doing things, I would have included more photos of the actual processes rather than only photos of my final pieces.
Writing is something I have always enjoyed. I think in the case of the blog I got carried away with words and feelings where I should have focused more on facts, processes and technicalities.
Through the course of the blog I learnt that life is much easier when you don’t leave things to the last minute, when you push yourself and work methodically, the sense of accomplishment is really a valuable and worthy thing.



The beginning of Uprichards exhibition began with colourful and brightly painted figures. As you move through the exhibition, around the curve of the room, colours began to lessen and dull down, to me, mirroring the curve of life through to death. The way in which the exhibition is displayed encourages you to keep walking, following the curve as the figures change to extremely life like body parts to beautiful ceramic jugs. I felt as though the way in which the exhibition was planned out, I was guided through it, making it easier to absorb and become engulfed in what was around me. It really chilled me. In regards to other exhibitions, where I could leave and still feel like I haven’t fully experienced it and seen all I could of, flitting from one side of the room to the other, this exhibition took me and shook me.










The interior of he shop is alive and bustling, wooden floors, a different patterned silk, upholstered deer head, or incredible work of art in some shape or form hangs from every wall. Everywhere I turn is something I absolutely must have.

