Cities Full of Chaotic Order

Written by Alec Ellis

I have experienced a break through - I have caught a feeling and translated it, I now understand what it is.

I have spent most of my adult life in a city, London, UK in fact, and travelling to and from cities in one country or another. I couldn’t understand why even though they were havens for chaos I felt at ease in them.

I have spent many years as a graphic designer too, all of these years in fact were inrepparttar same cities. Unfortunately being a graphic designer, unbelievably, caused me to miss this feeling, or at least miss-understand what it was. As I believe it, graphics was all about solving other people’s briefs, or theories, over short periods of time;repparttar 149453 nature of graphics.

I have often looked out ofrepparttar 149454 window while I was contemplating an idea and something made me feel good, enough to return torepparttar 149455 issue with vigour. I believe this wasrepparttar 149456 fact that I was staring out into a city.

Why do I find tranquillity in a chaotic city? A city cannot survive unless it is operating properly, so when I am in London, or Sydney, Singapore City or Paris, and others; I understand that these cities are well established, hence they must have some order.

I was day dreaming inrepparttar 149457 studio - in my late re-introduction into art, since just before Christmas 2005, after a 5 year break from Graphic Design, I have rented my own studio, and embarked on a fine-art journey, this time solving my own theories - and while taking a break from a very strenuous charcoal and pastel morning, I sat down and looked at all ofrepparttar 149458 bits of charcoal I had accumulating.

My nature providedrepparttar 149459 first part of my artists journey, fast, furious, and flowing actions. When finished I am “stuffed”. I sat down and noticed allrepparttar 149460 bits left over from burning away atrepparttar 149461 charcoal sticks. (I say burning as I have, many times been burnt, forgetting in my passion, that charcoal sticks don’t remainrepparttar 149462 same length!).

I picked one bit up while thinking, “wouldn’t it be nice to do some smaller artworks, be a change, be cheaper too”, and started rolling and smudging it around a pad of cartridge paper, A2 in size.

It felt nice. I had tons of space, and a very small piece of charcoal. I was day dreaming still and just letrepparttar 149463 paper take me where ever it wanted. Shapes appeared inrepparttar 149464 images, and still in a state of tranquillity I continued with mild direction. It was great, people love them, I feel a bit embarrassed as I am having difficulty accepting they are mine, I know I did them, but who was pushingrepparttar 149465 charcoal?

If you give it 100%, there is no such thing as failure

Written by Stephen Hill

I always say to my children, as long as you try your best, there is no such thing as failure. I believe this one hundred percent and it is a philosophy I am trying to install into my kids.

When I worked inrepparttar insurance industry, I used to sitrepparttar 149354 insurance examinations. I would always study hard and give it my all, however there were only three options as results. These were, distinction, pass or fail. I hate this word fail, in their eyes I failed twice, but did I though? As already stated, I could not have tried any harder, therefore how dare they call me a failure.

This result of fail is also a very negative and some what cruel mark. The question I would like answered, is did I fail by a long way, only a couple of points or quite a few points? Seeingrepparttar 149355 word fail tells me nothing. I personally think that everybody should be given a mark, possibly with an A forrepparttar 149356 best mark, going down to a G forrepparttar 149357 worst.

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