What are you looking at?

Oh... you want to know? Oh, yes, of course. Well I'm Hollie Anderson and this is a collection of my work and ramblings. Thats it really, don't worry I won't be upset if you leave. I won't cry. Honest...

Well. Maybe a little.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010


Yesterday as I was having a tutorial with Ken Eastman, an extremely well respected ceramicist, I slammed my research folder into my figure who is vomiting roses and smashed her arms off... needless to say I was devastated and my stomach felt like it would fall out of my bellybutton, added to which the look on Ken's face of utter horror made me feel even worse, yet all I could manage was a quiet "Oh.". I tried to remedy the situation by calmly standing her back up and brushing her shattered hands onto the pile of crap beneath my desk, at which point I realised I liked her more with no arms, so I said "I like her more with no arms actually" which earned me a look of concern, possibly for my mental wellbeing. That first interaction kind of set the tone for the whole tutorial, which was interesting, yet it was like discussing glass blowing with a double glazing salesman; we may both use clay, but theres a world of difference between a modernist potter and a figurative artist. But all in all, he is a very interesting man and meeting him was well worth those mortifying twenty minutes.

I also have my dissertation question ready to go, I think. I've given up on my previous idea about power figures and totems, I just couldn't find a hook. So my new question is:

Self expression through art, an innate or a learned practice?
Any thoughts? I've got about 1,300 words of poorly scribbled notes, so if anyone knows of any links or has an opinion on the subject I wold love to hear them!
Now... off to tackle Hulda.