Soundtrack of my years

Well, maybe only the past two.

When you write a 7 – 10k word document on a film you have to pick the right one. You don’t want to pick a film that you’ll get fed up of or loose inspiration to write about after the fifth viewing.

So when I decided to explore a personal favourite film of mine for my University dissertation it was a bit of a gamble. Especially after listening to the sound track a lot up in the studio space. Now I am diving deeper and deeper into the world of Genetic Consumerism, I am loving it. The film in question is none other than Repo! The Genetic Opera. While usually my fangirling has a single and direct focus for a single character at any given point. My obsession with Repo! has taken an entirely different stance. It is the exception to the usual fangirly rulings of the Jenn.

I adore the film for it’s entirety and I never thought for a single moment of making up an OC to fit into the world and be a “self insert” for a particular character; yet I still class myself as a fangirl for the movie. Just proves that it can be done. You don’t have to be reduced to a squealing mess just to appreciate something. Maybe it is because I was introduced to Repo! as an adult and don’t have any real nostalgic feelings towards it just yet. I approach Repo! in an entirely professional manner due to what I have to write about it. So to mix it with blind passion and fangirlism would just be a horrific mistake. Does that mean I love it any less? Not at all!

I guess, if I was forced to choose though, it would totally be Luigi! Love a man with a passion for violence!


Enjoying the party?

Some work in progress scratchboard images for a Cocktail Party. An extension to a Summer Project in which we had to design several characters. We’ve now got to gather these characters together and host a party for them.

As a test and for practise the ferret character was originally drawn and etched into black scratch board.

It was then drawn on the white scratchboard, but I didn’t like the face on the original (right) so re-did the entire process for some better results.

As a part of the party we have to draw a self portrait as a host. Naturally finding a traditional self portrait a little uninspiring. (I feel I am boring to look at, very normal looking person me!) I designed myself as a magpie. As above the black scratchboard version is as a test and to practise the art.

Here is the final version of the Magpie Jenn which will be scanned in and imported into the final cocktail party.

Approaching the final hurdle

By this time next year. I’ll have been a post-graduate for nearly a month. A concept that is frightening and exhilarating all in one. I am thankful that I still have the intervening time to continue my fast-paced learning and build a portfolio worthy of a Final Degree show.

I am currently a Third year Illustration student at The University of Lincoln; this blog is a place to showcase the hard work, dedication and doodles that will come as a result of being such a person in such a place.

The nicest are always the hardest

Sometimes, after I move on from one fangirly obsession to another. I feel the extremest amount of guilt for it. I feel ultimately bad for having to leave someone or something behind and move on to another. Which is sadly something that all fangirls do in the end. No matter how much they want to deny it.

So when you have that obsession; that one that was perceived as the “nice” one. The one that was good to you no matter what you did, and would even forgive you all over again now for going off to someone else if you returned to them. How do you over come that insane feeling of guilt? How do you say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you?”

If the guy is a complete jerk then it’s fine to say “Screw it, I’m going to obsess over someone else for a few months.” Even if you know it’s going to hurt like hell to return. *eyes Rhodes*

Who was my nicest?

I guess that would be the guy that has been there the longest as well! Which is why I now feel guilty about having moved on. He was nice, in a way that not many would have expected. There was an kinship between us that I don’t even know if I can explain. As many have done in the past; he came to me in a dream. A much welcome dream; which I can still remember vividly to this day. This post actually ties in with my last post. In the fact that they are both from Babylon 5. A series that I still love to this day. Those who know me well enough will now know that I am on about non other than the much loved to be hated Bester.

There is a set of three books released about Bester; which are still among my personal favourite books. Getting to know someone inside your head better than those around you brings about a thrilling feeling of accomplishment!! I know now that this has been written I shall be expressing a desire to re-watch certain episodes of Babylon 5. The fangirling over Bester also brought about another feeling that possesses even the sweetest of Fangirl. Hatred. I hate Byron. With a vile passion. I also dislike Lyta Alexander; but I confess that is just envy. Bester was actively interested in her; whereas I had to upload my conciousness into Laraine for him to show any level of interest.

Maybe I should one day tell my OC’s stories.
I shall have to find my old Bester/Laraine artwork and put it up here.
Laraine is still a very special to me as it is under her name that I met many wonderful people.


Oh dear.

It looks like I have a lot of catching up to do in regards to blog posts this month.

A lot of my fangirling stems from the dreams I have. I feel like they are my subconcious directly influencing who I should fangirl over at an given time. They make me feel connected.

So what happens when you dream about a heap of different people in the same dream?
It is utterly confusing.
Last night, I dreamt about The Doctor, Dr. Rush and a plethora of the cast from Star Trek; it was insanely nice of Chekov to take me on a ride in this sports car though. Looking back on it, I have no idea how he did this. We were meant to be trapped on a ricketty old ship that only had life support and one gun working; as it was being attacked. Yet we had a drop pod! Which, we didn’t have the access codes for so we couldn’t use it.

Oh! Now I think about it I am pretty sure that Garibaldi was there as well.

Why are they so scatter brained!

Oh… wait…

Guest Post: Lucreace

*Holds up hand and steps forward*

Hi Everyone, My name’s Debbie and I have a confession to make. I’m an obsessive Fan-girl.

One thing I have noticed during my travels through the wonderful world of the web is that all fangirls express themselves in different ways. Personally, I tend to write (awful) fan-fiction of an erotic nature, definitely not suitable for minors (or anyone!). I also tend to horde pictures of my victims and keep them in a stash on my trusty netbook.

Others express their devotion by drawing pictures, writing short pieces to go with the illustrations and various other activities too. One of the best Fan-girl experiences I had was a joint collaborative project with Jenn called G.Y.P.O. That’s Get Your Perv On for those not in the know! We each picked a character we felt a particular connection with and had to draw/write a piece for each other about the subject of our desire. This project was immensely fun to do and I’d recommend doing it to anyone!

I’d also like to mention something on the two types of Fan-girl, Proactive and Reactive. I tend to be proactive; I’ve had characters ‘walk’ up to me and suggest the idea but rejected them. One I said no to because I didn’t have the time. I mean. WTF? I didn’t have time? And this guy was hot too.

I know others (Jenn I look at you) tend to be a bit Reactive. These are the ones that are so powerful you just can’t help yourself. Don’t get me wrong, I have these as well and man are they amazing but sometimes… you just have to wonder… why?

My current obsession is D’Artagnan by the way. Seriously… French??