I guess it all began when a little 16 year old boy with shaggy long hair decided to choose Media Studies as one of his four options for College. I don't know if it was the fact that they showed me the Matrix when I went for my induction day, or the smell of fresh equipment unpacked from it's bubbled wrapped home, but something drew me into taking that subject.
Over the next 2 years I began to grow an understanding of media culture and the impact it has on our lives, past present and future. I began to analyse every little thing I came in contact with. A film, a magazine, a book, a website, a painting, a can of coke, a majestic breeze. My eyes seemed to be wide open like a letter box with no flap. Letting in all that was around me like some kind of flood gate for all of this to soak into my brain and give me some kind of drive, some inspiration to make something beautiful and lasting for myself.
Coming from a very "arty" background where all I was comfortable with was the feel of a 2B pencil in my hand, carefully sharpened with a pointed tip, and the smell of acrylic paint and rust upon my clothes. Every day a new vision to pluck from the chasm of my imagination and bring forth into reality. The world of art was my flow of expression.
This was all I knew and what I thought I wanted to know until I came to university to study fine art. Then suddenly my world began to crumble as all my 2B pencil became useful for was drawing the aged genitalia of the same decrepit man and women day in and day out.
Once I broke free from this I soon began to discover other ways to express myself. The world of media became my new ink well for me to flourish and grow. I carried on for 3 years not knowing what I wanted to do with my life but I still began to create pieces of work that I knew were pleasing to me and would never be judge by the crude and harsh critics outside my porcelain framed window.
It wasn't until a friend of mine pushed me into the right direction and gave me the idea to apply for an iMedia course. Her advice was like jazz music being swept in by the gentle waves as they hit the golden shores.
Now here I am in my second year composing a blog of my past experiences and my future prospects. So far I have learnt new skills through various software that at first was unbeknown to me but now seems almost apart of me, like a crustic limb. This course has become the salt to my pepper, nourishing me with new found inspiration, kind of like the inspiration Pinocchio's subtle wood chiseld smile brings to a child. Hopefully I can produce some beautiful and outstanding pieces of work that will show off my skills and enter me into the circle of life.
