"Trust the toad!"
It's curious how life can change from one day to another. You can feel miserable on monday, and tuesday being full of joy.
I started school again on the 6th, with low spirits, had had a row on the weekend and I hadn't managed to recover by then. But things started changing on wednesday, and this weekend have just gone better. I'm taking this free time I have now to post this , so I don't fall again in a pitch black hole and it's too late to enjoy life.
I had some teachers changed, some are good ( OMG The French teacher knows "Cyrano de Bergerac" by heart!!! OMGWTFBARBEQUE!!!) and some... well... ( I hope the art teacher proves to be a good one, she was stoopid las year, but oh well...) Met an anatomical artist one day, who happens to be a father of a little girl at my school, and he has published a book about drawing hands, and asked me for a Fine Art academy, and sent him to mine ( Yay! Simon! <3 ) and told me I was a good cartooning artis ^^ Oh, joy! *blush* Had lots of laughing at school with Chichiri's_Girl about "The shoebox project" which I'm hoping to finnish someday. With the new art-project, I've had the opportunity to research lots of Art Nouveau pieces: Gaudi=love, Klimt, Mucha (GOD!), and some non-nouveau. ( I just discovered Alma-Tadema, and my heart stoped, seriously, a victorian-neoclassical painter :D ) And finnally saw "The Brother's Grimm" and "Cinderella man" . I loved both of them in different ways:
Brothers Grimm its just psycho, I mixes early XIXth century costumes with grotesque-phantasy. and, as Tealin says, its like being asleep through the whole of the film and waking up after having had a wicked, but cool dream. I've seen lots of winks from "Baron Munchausen" an underrated movie which I ADORE since little. And some Monty Python things too ^^. The camera made me ill a bit at the ending, but it was ok. Again, I feared that every girl would be drooling and swooning at Heath Ledger, and I thought he had a pretty-boy character, but he prooved t be a chamaleonic actor: his shierks, his little jumps and twitches, the mirror scene and the dancing scene at the end made me adore Jacob Grimm to the end ( and if you ask me, I think it reminded me a bit of good aul Stephen Maturin, escept the cold glare and cynism.) And I so want a photo of Jacob dancing and an Art Book of the movie.
Cinderella man was beautiful, really. I had entered the theater hoping to see a good movie, and got out having seen something better. Though the Spanish voices where a bit crapy, I could foolow all Russell's actions and face expressions. I don't quite like Renée Zelweger, but I enjoyed her acting in this one ( but yet, again, the Spanish voice was crap) Love 20's/30's movies for the swing music they use, and I had no idea that Thomas Newman did the score of this movie( which was a big plus) Thomas Newman+celtic+swing= Love. And I don't know how Howard does it, but his masses of people always look frightening and intimidating. Besides, this may sound stupid, but I can't remember the last time I saw Russell Crowe crying, it just broke my heart...
Anywhoo, Now I'm eating some candy that grandma did, it's bigger than my face, it's sticky, my fingers are sticky, my hair is sticky, the keyboard is sticky, and it tastes of lemon and dark caramel, hmmmm....
Behold my spotty-yellow face!!!
"Roll a-bowl a ball, roll a-bowl a ball, singin' roll a-bowl a ball, a penny a pitch..."
I started school again on the 6th, with low spirits, had had a row on the weekend and I hadn't managed to recover by then. But things started changing on wednesday, and this weekend have just gone better. I'm taking this free time I have now to post this , so I don't fall again in a pitch black hole and it's too late to enjoy life.
I had some teachers changed, some are good ( OMG The French teacher knows "Cyrano de Bergerac" by heart!!! OMGWTFBARBEQUE!!!) and some... well... ( I hope the art teacher proves to be a good one, she was stoopid las year, but oh well...) Met an anatomical artist one day, who happens to be a father of a little girl at my school, and he has published a book about drawing hands, and asked me for a Fine Art academy, and sent him to mine ( Yay! Simon! <3 ) and told me I was a good cartooning artis ^^ Oh, joy! *blush* Had lots of laughing at school with Chichiri's_Girl about "The shoebox project" which I'm hoping to finnish someday. With the new art-project, I've had the opportunity to research lots of Art Nouveau pieces: Gaudi=love, Klimt, Mucha (GOD!), and some non-nouveau. ( I just discovered Alma-Tadema, and my heart stoped, seriously, a victorian-neoclassical painter :D ) And finnally saw "The Brother's Grimm" and "Cinderella man" . I loved both of them in different ways:
Brothers Grimm its just psycho, I mixes early XIXth century costumes with grotesque-phantasy. and, as Tealin says, its like being asleep through the whole of the film and waking up after having had a wicked, but cool dream. I've seen lots of winks from "Baron Munchausen" an underrated movie which I ADORE since little. And some Monty Python things too ^^. The camera made me ill a bit at the ending, but it was ok. Again, I feared that every girl would be drooling and swooning at Heath Ledger, and I thought he had a pretty-boy character, but he prooved t be a chamaleonic actor: his shierks, his little jumps and twitches, the mirror scene and the dancing scene at the end made me adore Jacob Grimm to the end ( and if you ask me, I think it reminded me a bit of good aul Stephen Maturin, escept the cold glare and cynism.) And I so want a photo of Jacob dancing and an Art Book of the movie.
Cinderella man was beautiful, really. I had entered the theater hoping to see a good movie, and got out having seen something better. Though the Spanish voices where a bit crapy, I could foolow all Russell's actions and face expressions. I don't quite like Renée Zelweger, but I enjoyed her acting in this one ( but yet, again, the Spanish voice was crap) Love 20's/30's movies for the swing music they use, and I had no idea that Thomas Newman did the score of this movie( which was a big plus) Thomas Newman+celtic+swing= Love. And I don't know how Howard does it, but his masses of people always look frightening and intimidating. Besides, this may sound stupid, but I can't remember the last time I saw Russell Crowe crying, it just broke my heart...
Anywhoo, Now I'm eating some candy that grandma did, it's bigger than my face, it's sticky, my fingers are sticky, my hair is sticky, the keyboard is sticky, and it tastes of lemon and dark caramel, hmmmm....
Behold my spotty-yellow face!!!
"Roll a-bowl a ball, roll a-bowl a ball, singin' roll a-bowl a ball, a penny a pitch..."