My Alhassan

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That person that has more inspiring things to say than Jesus himself.

Life is Stressful

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Yes, we’ve all been there. There’s times where you feel like you’re about to break under the pressure. Whether it’s work, school, blah blah… whatever… I feel quite stressed at the moment for personal reasons. They aren’t too exciting to bring up, but it’s stressful.

A picture can say a thousand words. I love this picture just because it shows how awful things can get.

For anyone interested, it’s done in pen and chalk pastel. It’s just an anonymous man. But I think he represents all of us.

I’d appreciate some feedback, negative or positive.

Stay in touch,

Miss Kavanagh 

Indian Ink? Quite useful.

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I painted this ages ago and I actually love it so much! I really like its simplicity. Its weird because I never usually like my own stuff but this picture really appeals to me. I drew it with Indian ink. I originally bought the in for tattoos. I tattooed myself and a few friends and I was sitting at home one day and just thought “hmm, I wonder if I can draw with this?” Well there you go! I drew another picture with the ink which I’ll post later on. 

(Below is the tattoo I did for my friend from the ink) I’d love to do tattoos now that I think about it. Just to do something useful with the art. 

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What are your thoughts? 

 

Keep in touch,

Miss Kavanagh

The Unfortunate Head-dress

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The Unfortunate Head-dress

Isn’t there something odd about art? Ever go to a gallery? You see odd ‘attempts at art’ up on walls going for all prices. I’m pretty sure the whole point of art is to have something nice to look at. So I thought I’d take the awkward root down the road and draw something weird. It’s unbalanced, it’s out of proportion, the colors don’t match, it’s smudged and unpleasant: It’s Art.

Just a little art..

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So I’ve been racking my brain trying to decide what the structure of this blog should be. I’m gonna try post some short stories up here because I’ve written a few good ones that I’d love to share and here feedback from. 

I really love drawing and I had been trying to show people my work for a long time. I wanted to set up a website but then realized I had absolutely no idea how to do that so here we are! I’ve shared some of my pictures on Facebook but I’d love for my drawings to be more global. I’ve drawn all my life and I used to be really shy about showing them to people but after my friends and people I don’t even know started telling me how much they loved them I started to feel so much better about them. I’m not quite sure what I was going for with this picture. I like the whole ‘bohemian’ style and I used pastels to make it sort of brighter and emphasize the clothes and the head dress. Hope you like it!

Please give some sort of feedback, positive or negative, on my drawings. I’d love to hear what people think of them. 

Keep in touch,

Miss Kavanagh

Don’t grow up so fast..

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I don’t know if people will read this. I’m not doubting myself or anything but this is basically going to be a post of me venting completely! If you have issues with a parent, specifically a father in my case, then you’ll read on. When you’re young and in your teens, your hormones are everywhere! Literally.

Because of my ‘family issues’ I’ve had to grow up way too fast. I never got the whole ‘teen experience’. Right now has been the only time I’ve started to actually feel like a teenager, and I’m 18! Usually all the teenage stuff starts at about 13/14 but  because of my crappy ‘situation’ I skipped that part completely. I always got the reality side of things my whole life. I was forced to grow up and deal with the terrible side of life when I was entering my teens. Most teens can preserve some sort of childhood aura for a long time but not me.

I don’t know my father. I get a cheque every month from him and that’s all. We went on a ‘date’ last month and it was like going on an awkward first date with the weird guy from school. No conversation, he paid, then it was gone. I actually felt so trashy afterwards. I talked to a close friend afterwards and she shocked, slightly offended even. Her parents are divorced and she still goes back and forth to both. She doesn’t know what its like for me but she was still upset. I actually thought that was great to be honest!

I wouldn’t advice keeping in touch with a parent you don’t like. Especially if they’re bipolar and look down on you as scum. If he read this – which he never would, he doesn’t even know I’m in college or what I’m studying! – he would probably laugh to be honest. He wouldn’t think it was upsetting or anything, he would think it’s pathetic.

I’m not a family person. My mother is adopted and I don’t know my father well enough to know his side. Never had grandparents, don’t know about cousins or aunts. My mothers best friend is my only family, and I also know my mother’s half sister. That’s probably all the family I can deal with for now. I’m usually not like this, all emotional and stuff! But he’s been getting on my nerves lately and if I kept all this inside I don’t tjink the outcome would be very appealing..

Thanks for listening, keep in touch,

Miss Kavanagh

Seizures: Music for the Brain

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If anyone reading this is epileptic you’ll know exactly how shitty it is. The first time I had a seizure I was watching the movie Memento. I fell off the couch and smashed my head into the floor. I woke up in the ambulance and I had no idea what was going on. The only thing I truly remember about it was that I was super self-conscious – I think it was because I was wearing my pyjamas…

When I was diagnosed with epilepsy my mother cried. I’m not sure why though. I think it may be because she thought I was like perfect. The thought of losing me scared her so much. After swimming professionally for four years she made me quit because she was afraid I would drown. I wasn’t allowed to drive. For a whole month I had to sleep with my door open and she wouldn’t let me in a room on my own. I was also banned from leaving the house for a while. Once I was put on medication she slowly gave me back my freedom. Very slowly…

I still have seizures even though I’m on very strong medication. I was in school once and I felt really sick so I left and got the bus home. I was waiting for the bus to go when I had my seizure. Apparently I said something weird to the driver when I got on the bus so he was keeping an eye on me. So I had the seizure and everyone was taken off the bus and I was taken straight to the hospital room. We were in A&E and I had another seizure. They put me in one of the beds in the emergency room and just as I was coming out of the seizure I had three more. It was a hectic day to say the least. I was put on a drip of…. I’m not quite sure what it was to be honest… but it was amazing! I kept singing to the nurses and they all stood around while I serenaded them with a beautiful rendition of ‘I believe in miracles.’ I was handed a mirror when I ‘sobered up.’ It turns out I hit my face off a bar on the bus. I broke my nose and had two horrific black eyes. When I got back to school the next day I got the biggest slagging in the world!

Being epileptic can be scary. Especially when you don’t know what it is. My friend had a brain tumor a few years before I was diagnosed and when I was getting my brain scan he scared the crap out of me. “Even if you have a brain tumor, its’s not as bad as it sounds.” Not as bad as it sounds! The guy scared the hell out of me! I try to savor the most of what I have now that I’m epileptic. I still get scared from time to time. I feel sick and I don’t know whether I’m going to have a seizure or if I’m actually sick. It really sucks having epilepsy but you kind of get used to it after a while..

I have started to do more things now that I haven’t done. I could have a seizure anywhere and get seriously injured. My sisters friend had a seizure on the street and her head got stuck in the space between the car and the tire. She was okay thankfully but she had to have surgery from breaking her jaw. A few months after I was diagnosed I finally went back and watched Memento – terrible movie…

Stay in touch,

Miss Kavanagh