I went to the BFI Film Festival this year in London and took the film making masterclass (by Ryd Cook). We learnt how to film scenes and how to edit the footage in Premier Pro. It was a very short course, but a nice introduction to the film world.
Here's what I mashed together on a whim:
I didn't edit the sound and it has two other clips on the end because we didn't have time to finish. It was really fun though, I recommend going to BFI to anyone! :)
And check out everyone else's video on Ryd's youtube channel. Most of them were studying films, so those are probably better than mine, haha.
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
30 day challenge
Hey all!
Anna and I decided to do the 30 day challenge, but in 30 weeks. Here are my sketches for day 1 and 2.
These are going to be posted (hopefully) every Saturday at 8pm.
Anna and I decided to do the 30 day challenge, but in 30 weeks. Here are my sketches for day 1 and 2.
These are going to be posted (hopefully) every Saturday at 8pm.
day 1: yourself day 2: Someone you like
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Panorama
I've been taking a huge break this summer before the start of something new. Now that I have the required IELTS test, I am officially going to be a student at the University of the Arts London. Going to study BA (Hons) Graphic and Media Design.
Please enjoy the view from my window until I start off blogging again! :)
Friday, May 31, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Behance Portfolio Reviews
Hey all! I've been away for some time. Busy making a final decision Uni-wise and doing all kinds of arrangements! I decided to go study in London feeling scared and excited at the same time.
If you know someone who is looking for house mates in London let me know, we're looking for one at the moment. For any details message me on facebook or contact me on any platform listed on the right sidebar.
Today's topic
So today I am going to write about an event that turned out awesome and somewhat makes a part of my life now.
Basically Behance is an online platform for designers to showcase and discover creative works. Since I am member of this site, I received a mail about the event called Behance Portfolio Reviews organized by Super Channel. It is all about gathering creative people and showing our portfolios to each other and receiving critique from a mentor.
So I went
I already knew someone who had been there before and he told me there were some harsh mentors as well, so I kind of tried to keep my attendance as much of a secret as possible. In case my mentor would ask me what the hell I'm doing here, no one would need to know.
The one I attended was on the 14th of May in Budapest, Hungary. It was all mysterious, nobody knew what was going to happen. There were four tables set for us; 3 for graphic design and 1 for photography.
The guys were already experienced, working as graphic designers and the girl next to me is a second year college student with amazing illustrative skills. I was so nervous that I planned to literally run away or just announce that I came to watch only. In the end I chose to fight the coward inside me. While showing my portfolio I received an unexpected response. They liked what I made and showed interest and respect. I really appreciate that.
To round it all off, each of us had to pick which portfolio we liked best. Almost everyone, including me, chose the illustrative girl. She picked me though, which really made me happy. But to be honest, I really liked everyone's portfolio, and picked her subjectively, because I love illustration.
Of course the last word goes to the mentor and he picked the last person I would have expected, me. I was shocked and surprised and confused, but somehow I earned it and it still feels unbelievable. His pick came with a coin which I find really beautiful and need to look at every now and then to make sure it's real.
Translation:
If you know someone who is looking for house mates in London let me know, we're looking for one at the moment. For any details message me on facebook or contact me on any platform listed on the right sidebar.
Today's topic
So today I am going to write about an event that turned out awesome and somewhat makes a part of my life now.
Basically Behance is an online platform for designers to showcase and discover creative works. Since I am member of this site, I received a mail about the event called Behance Portfolio Reviews organized by Super Channel. It is all about gathering creative people and showing our portfolios to each other and receiving critique from a mentor.
So I went
I already knew someone who had been there before and he told me there were some harsh mentors as well, so I kind of tried to keep my attendance as much of a secret as possible. In case my mentor would ask me what the hell I'm doing here, no one would need to know.
The one I attended was on the 14th of May in Budapest, Hungary. It was all mysterious, nobody knew what was going to happen. There were four tables set for us; 3 for graphic design and 1 for photography.
We had a great table, everyone was nice and friendly. And on top of all that, we got a mentor who works at Carnation Group, the one I had hoped for, Károly Királyfalvi (Drez).
He was really relaxed and friendly to my surprise and not strict at all. Mostly giving out compliments instead of critiques, sometimes asking tricky questions.
The guys were already experienced, working as graphic designers and the girl next to me is a second year college student with amazing illustrative skills. I was so nervous that I planned to literally run away or just announce that I came to watch only. In the end I chose to fight the coward inside me. While showing my portfolio I received an unexpected response. They liked what I made and showed interest and respect. I really appreciate that.
To round it all off, each of us had to pick which portfolio we liked best. Almost everyone, including me, chose the illustrative girl. She picked me though, which really made me happy. But to be honest, I really liked everyone's portfolio, and picked her subjectively, because I love illustration.
Of course the last word goes to the mentor and he picked the last person I would have expected, me. I was shocked and surprised and confused, but somehow I earned it and it still feels unbelievable. His pick came with a coin which I find really beautiful and need to look at every now and then to make sure it's real.
Translation:
RECOGNITIONThank you, for taking part at Behance Portfolio Reviews on the 14th of May at Design Terminal.Our professional mentors found your presented works outstanding, congratulations.Best of luck, we wish you many more recognitions!
Open presentations
After the portfolio reviews, several acknowledged creatives held presentations about one or some of their projects. These "talks" are open for all to visit for free. I recommend it to anyone interested in art and design. The presentations are really interesting and engaging and sometimes funny.
The mini butterfly effect
Next Tuesday Portfolio Night will be held, which is kind of like speed dating with fresh designers and experienced professionals. Since I am not looking for a job at an agency yet, I asked them if they needed a volunteer to help, because I was quite curious about all this. Turns out they heard of my achievement at the Behance Portfolio Reviews and want me to show off at their event too, thus offered me an honorary ticket. Can you imagine how honoured and happy and lucky I felt at that moment? All this is like a dream to me. And let's just end the post with this thought! :-)
Photos from the event were taken from this facebook photo album.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
DesignAcademy
The academy I thought I wanted to go to the most is the Design Academy in Eindhoven (the Netherlands). Seemed like a great place, near to my close relatives, great website. Of course I couldn't have known the school very well; I don't know anyone who goes there and didn't have the chance to visit and look around. I did admissions to several schools thinking I'd be accepted to only one or two of them (now it seems I dug my own grave) and I don't think anyone has time or money visiting all of the schools they applied to.
Admissions day
First of all, the entrance of the academy can be found on the third floor of the Witte Dame, which to me was pretty tricky. I asked at least three or four pedestrians where the hell that Witte Dame can be found, but that's just me.
After arrival I took a place in the waiting area and found someone to talk to. I also met a guy who I got to know on the admissions day in Utrecht and he was accepted there as well.
At some point two women appeared and gave us each a number ranging between one to six. I got the prettiest number, 5. In each section there were eight tables where we could put our projects on. We had to wait a quite bit, so I started looking around. Our section had seven people including me, but they weren't very talkative except for the Belgian guy with the table in front of me. We also looked at the tables at other sections and had some great talks. Some had very serious works.
Some time later the judges appeared, teachers, a man and a woman. The man was clearly very dominant and did all the talk. We had to introduce ourselves and then each had to present our projects. I found the man very rude and disrespectful towards all of us, and felt like he took advantage of the situation, as he said the admissions will go like a normal lesson at their school (but of course noone was going to start a debate since we all wanted to be accepted).
After the presentations we quickly looked through everyone's works again and got a tour around the building. I left feeling insulted and misjudged.
Of course this doesn't mean noone would like this school, after all, all I'm doing is telling this from my own perspective and my own experience. Their education is highly respected and everyone should form their own opinion on them.
Outcome
To my surprise, I was accepted. I still am not sure why.
Maybe they made a mistake, maybe there weren't enough applicants, so they had to take me is what I thought. But I know someone who wasn't accepted (though, I thought he would be) and I also did some calculations. In total, there were around 300 applicants and they should be taking around one class (20-30 people?) a year or something.
After doing al these calculations, I would feel crazy not to take their offer, but maybe I am crazy. Or not. They do not offer graphic design as a course, only communication and also I noticed, that their expectations conflicted mine very much. I might feel very uncomfortable and/or unhappy if I went and that's something I really want to avoid.
Admissions day
First of all, the entrance of the academy can be found on the third floor of the Witte Dame, which to me was pretty tricky. I asked at least three or four pedestrians where the hell that Witte Dame can be found, but that's just me.
After arrival I took a place in the waiting area and found someone to talk to. I also met a guy who I got to know on the admissions day in Utrecht and he was accepted there as well.
At some point two women appeared and gave us each a number ranging between one to six. I got the prettiest number, 5. In each section there were eight tables where we could put our projects on. We had to wait a quite bit, so I started looking around. Our section had seven people including me, but they weren't very talkative except for the Belgian guy with the table in front of me. We also looked at the tables at other sections and had some great talks. Some had very serious works.
Some time later the judges appeared, teachers, a man and a woman. The man was clearly very dominant and did all the talk. We had to introduce ourselves and then each had to present our projects. I found the man very rude and disrespectful towards all of us, and felt like he took advantage of the situation, as he said the admissions will go like a normal lesson at their school (but of course noone was going to start a debate since we all wanted to be accepted).
After the presentations we quickly looked through everyone's works again and got a tour around the building. I left feeling insulted and misjudged.
Of course this doesn't mean noone would like this school, after all, all I'm doing is telling this from my own perspective and my own experience. Their education is highly respected and everyone should form their own opinion on them.
Outcome
To my surprise, I was accepted. I still am not sure why.
Maybe they made a mistake, maybe there weren't enough applicants, so they had to take me is what I thought. But I know someone who wasn't accepted (though, I thought he would be) and I also did some calculations. In total, there were around 300 applicants and they should be taking around one class (20-30 people?) a year or something.
After doing al these calculations, I would feel crazy not to take their offer, but maybe I am crazy. Or not. They do not offer graphic design as a course, only communication and also I noticed, that their expectations conflicted mine very much. I might feel very uncomfortable and/or unhappy if I went and that's something I really want to avoid.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Castles... Castles everywhere!
After I got back home from London -see previous post- I had to get ready for the next admissions in Scotland and in the Netherlands. Luckily Edinburgh College of Art didn't have any home assignments, Hogeschool voor de Kunsten Utrecht on the other hand, had a quite massive one compared to my situation.
Admissions day of the HKU was in around two weeks but my flight to Scotland was in five days and I wasn't going to come back home before flying to the Netherlands. That meant I had to do the task in four days instead of thirty. Why? Because I didn't have a laptop to carry around all the programs needed. On the contrary I didn't work for the next two weeks, so it really felt like a vacation with a tiny bit of stress.
But let's keep all the details on my experience regarding the HKU for another post. It's time to talk about Scotland!
First impression
My first significant experience in London was not long after arriving to the airport. I quickly found my Easybus with no driver, but a guy sitting on the seat next to the driver's place, reading a newspaper or a magazine. The moment he saw me, he jumped out of the minibus, let me in and sat right back on his seat. I couldn't figure out why the bus driver wasn't there yet. Suddenly, the guy in front starts the vehicle and we set off. It took me half an hour to figure out that it wasn't an exceptional minibus I was sitting in, but that the steering wheel is in fact on the other side in each and every vehicle in this country.
Well, arriving to Edinburgh I forgot all about that. I even attempted to walk onto the roadway, because I thought maybe the bus has it's door on the other side.
After a while I noticed there are no signs on the bus that would announce the next stop, so I had to ask the driver to warn me when we get there. He had such a strong Scottish accent, that I made him repeat every other sentence. I still had no clue of what he was saying.
Where I slept
Just like I know someone from London, I have an acquaintance in Edinburgh as well. But not just any acquaintance, we were classmates in secondary school and most importantly, she is one of my closest friends, Emmy. Funny thing is that one of her roommates attended the same secondary school we did.
Not long after my arrival, exhausted from working on the home assignment for the HKU and from the flight itself, I went to sleep. We indeed did some catchup talk beforehand, but Emmy had essay deadlines and had to pull an all-nighter. The next morning I awaken to her still typing on her laptop, not much later she went to sleep...for a half an hour. I'm starting to doubt whether she is human at all, because apparently, she doesn't sleep much.
Experience
After receiving an invitation per e-mail, I immediately answered I'll attend the admissions day. Later I found out there was not going to be an interview, just a tour around the school. I was quite sick, so I couldn't pay much attention, but I did get a good amount of information on their education, and the students they have are really good at whatever they are doing.
There is no news about the outcome yet, but I'll make sure to write about it either here or on facebook.
What I saw
Ok, so at first I was pretty surprised that the capital of a country could look like a friendly little town with castles. I mean, I get that cars and buses are exactly the same here as in England, but there are some things I just can't leave out of this post. In Edinburgh there are castles literally everywhere! All the hotels are castles, all the restaurants are in castles, shit even the schools are in castles. When I stepped inside one of these schools I felt like there was a crown missing off my head. It's that serious!
Another thing is the kilt. I truly thought that they only wore kilts on formal occasions and weddings, but that's absolutely not true. Every single day, I saw at least three or four men wearing a kilt just because. I also found out that they aren't supposed to wear anything underneath.
As I mentioned before, I can not understand scottish accent, which disappointed me, because I believed understanding each and every word of this years Academy Award winner for best animated feature film 'Brave' would mean I'd be alright in Scotland.
What I truly was excited about though, was seeing red beards. I even saw two of them and have no idea why that made me happy, but it did.
Admissions day of the HKU was in around two weeks but my flight to Scotland was in five days and I wasn't going to come back home before flying to the Netherlands. That meant I had to do the task in four days instead of thirty. Why? Because I didn't have a laptop to carry around all the programs needed. On the contrary I didn't work for the next two weeks, so it really felt like a vacation with a tiny bit of stress.
But let's keep all the details on my experience regarding the HKU for another post. It's time to talk about Scotland!
First impression
My first significant experience in London was not long after arriving to the airport. I quickly found my Easybus with no driver, but a guy sitting on the seat next to the driver's place, reading a newspaper or a magazine. The moment he saw me, he jumped out of the minibus, let me in and sat right back on his seat. I couldn't figure out why the bus driver wasn't there yet. Suddenly, the guy in front starts the vehicle and we set off. It took me half an hour to figure out that it wasn't an exceptional minibus I was sitting in, but that the steering wheel is in fact on the other side in each and every vehicle in this country.
Well, arriving to Edinburgh I forgot all about that. I even attempted to walk onto the roadway, because I thought maybe the bus has it's door on the other side.
After a while I noticed there are no signs on the bus that would announce the next stop, so I had to ask the driver to warn me when we get there. He had such a strong Scottish accent, that I made him repeat every other sentence. I still had no clue of what he was saying.
Where I slept
Just like I know someone from London, I have an acquaintance in Edinburgh as well. But not just any acquaintance, we were classmates in secondary school and most importantly, she is one of my closest friends, Emmy. Funny thing is that one of her roommates attended the same secondary school we did.
Not long after my arrival, exhausted from working on the home assignment for the HKU and from the flight itself, I went to sleep. We indeed did some catchup talk beforehand, but Emmy had essay deadlines and had to pull an all-nighter. The next morning I awaken to her still typing on her laptop, not much later she went to sleep...for a half an hour. I'm starting to doubt whether she is human at all, because apparently, she doesn't sleep much.
Experience
After receiving an invitation per e-mail, I immediately answered I'll attend the admissions day. Later I found out there was not going to be an interview, just a tour around the school. I was quite sick, so I couldn't pay much attention, but I did get a good amount of information on their education, and the students they have are really good at whatever they are doing.
There is no news about the outcome yet, but I'll make sure to write about it either here or on facebook.
What I saw
Ok, so at first I was pretty surprised that the capital of a country could look like a friendly little town with castles. I mean, I get that cars and buses are exactly the same here as in England, but there are some things I just can't leave out of this post. In Edinburgh there are castles literally everywhere! All the hotels are castles, all the restaurants are in castles, shit even the schools are in castles. When I stepped inside one of these schools I felt like there was a crown missing off my head. It's that serious!
Another thing is the kilt. I truly thought that they only wore kilts on formal occasions and weddings, but that's absolutely not true. Every single day, I saw at least three or four men wearing a kilt just because. I also found out that they aren't supposed to wear anything underneath.
As I mentioned before, I can not understand scottish accent, which disappointed me, because I believed understanding each and every word of this years Academy Award winner for best animated feature film 'Brave' would mean I'd be alright in Scotland.
What I truly was excited about though, was seeing red beards. I even saw two of them and have no idea why that made me happy, but it did.
Monday, March 11, 2013
London is kickass
Ok gals, so I have applied to several universities among Europe and have been pretty busy with interviews and such. In the past month, I have travelled between four countries, seeing two of them for very the first time of my life. In this post I'll tell you about my first stop, London, which was also my first experience in the UK.
So, why was I in London?
Well, after applying my stressfully-written but selfglorifying personal statement to UCAS, which is the application system in the UK, I was invited to attend an interview and bring my portfolio to London College of Communication -I applied to BA (Hons) Graphic and media design- on the 8th of March.
Eventhough I considered to only apply to the places where I already have at least a friend or a good acquantance, it was still my luck to have someone who took me in for a few nights. This someone, let's call him The Vegetarian, is one of Bear's greatest friends, professional pokerplayer and, if you haven't already guessed, a vegetarian, for which he get's teased a lot. Although I knew that he is very friendly, we've only met once before in the summer of 2011, and to be honest I was very much surprised by his warmly welcoming, friendly and utterly selfless personality. So thanks to that I had a great time in London, where he showed me around the first day already! And do I need to mention the double-decker buses, the drivers sitting on the "wrong side" or just being horrified of dying disappointingly by being hit by a car coming from the "wrong direction"? Thank god for the 'look right' and 'look left' signs on the ground. Life-savers for sure.
About the interview
A part I can't leave out of this post, especially, since many would, or already did ask about it. And eventhough I like talking about myself, after a certain extend I feel nervous and bored, so I never really go into the details enough. Writing a blogpost always seemed like a good solution to decently go into the details while not having to tell the same story over and over again.
So I had to be there by 3.30 pm, and I figured that I should plan a half an hour ahead, just in case I got lost. Since I was first of the group to arrive, I had a chance to look around the building, and though I had higher expectations (I pretty much always have high expectations), some parts of the education did gain my interest. Around ten minutes before start, a spanish girl arrived with her portfolio, which I asked if I could see. By the end of looking through her pages, I couldn't hold my grin for a second; I may sound arrogant, but she was no competition to me.
At 3.30 it was still just the two of us, and it turned out that four applicants haven't even arrived yet. After a few minutes two english villagers arrived, both boys, wearing similar clothing, baggy clothes and a baseball cap. It was time for us to go to the next room and fill out a questionnaire while the interviewer looked through all our portfolios. After that came the group interview where we had to discuss the questions found in the questionnaire. I assumed the purpose of holding the interview in groups was to compare the applicants, so I just started talking the hungarian way: making bullshit seem legit. And to be honest, I couldn't even take those questions seriously, especially after they wrote in the mail, that the purpose of this interview is for me to have fun. I was nervous though, so nervous I even stuttered a bit. The boys both managed to make some sense, though one was obviously smarter. The girl though, didn't even know what she was talking about. So in the end it was just the four of us, and even if I'd like to believe the rest never showed up, I did see two girls hanging around in the portfolio-room after we finished auditioning.
Two days later, I received an email stating the results, and I am happy to say that by next year, I'll be a university student for sure. Just not sure where yet.
Where am I now?
In the Netherlands, chilin' with my nephew, nieces and their parents, and getting ready for my third auditioning so far this year. Forgetting about school for a whole month is a good feeling ya'll!
So, why was I in London?
Well, after applying my stressfully-written but selfglorifying personal statement to UCAS, which is the application system in the UK, I was invited to attend an interview and bring my portfolio to London College of Communication -I applied to BA (Hons) Graphic and media design- on the 8th of March.
Eventhough I considered to only apply to the places where I already have at least a friend or a good acquantance, it was still my luck to have someone who took me in for a few nights. This someone, let's call him The Vegetarian, is one of Bear's greatest friends, professional pokerplayer and, if you haven't already guessed, a vegetarian, for which he get's teased a lot. Although I knew that he is very friendly, we've only met once before in the summer of 2011, and to be honest I was very much surprised by his warmly welcoming, friendly and utterly selfless personality. So thanks to that I had a great time in London, where he showed me around the first day already! And do I need to mention the double-decker buses, the drivers sitting on the "wrong side" or just being horrified of dying disappointingly by being hit by a car coming from the "wrong direction"? Thank god for the 'look right' and 'look left' signs on the ground. Life-savers for sure.
About the interview
A part I can't leave out of this post, especially, since many would, or already did ask about it. And eventhough I like talking about myself, after a certain extend I feel nervous and bored, so I never really go into the details enough. Writing a blogpost always seemed like a good solution to decently go into the details while not having to tell the same story over and over again.
So I had to be there by 3.30 pm, and I figured that I should plan a half an hour ahead, just in case I got lost. Since I was first of the group to arrive, I had a chance to look around the building, and though I had higher expectations (I pretty much always have high expectations), some parts of the education did gain my interest. Around ten minutes before start, a spanish girl arrived with her portfolio, which I asked if I could see. By the end of looking through her pages, I couldn't hold my grin for a second; I may sound arrogant, but she was no competition to me.
At 3.30 it was still just the two of us, and it turned out that four applicants haven't even arrived yet. After a few minutes two english villagers arrived, both boys, wearing similar clothing, baggy clothes and a baseball cap. It was time for us to go to the next room and fill out a questionnaire while the interviewer looked through all our portfolios. After that came the group interview where we had to discuss the questions found in the questionnaire. I assumed the purpose of holding the interview in groups was to compare the applicants, so I just started talking the hungarian way: making bullshit seem legit. And to be honest, I couldn't even take those questions seriously, especially after they wrote in the mail, that the purpose of this interview is for me to have fun. I was nervous though, so nervous I even stuttered a bit. The boys both managed to make some sense, though one was obviously smarter. The girl though, didn't even know what she was talking about. So in the end it was just the four of us, and even if I'd like to believe the rest never showed up, I did see two girls hanging around in the portfolio-room after we finished auditioning.
Two days later, I received an email stating the results, and I am happy to say that by next year, I'll be a university student for sure. Just not sure where yet.
Where am I now?
In the Netherlands, chilin' with my nephew, nieces and their parents, and getting ready for my third auditioning so far this year. Forgetting about school for a whole month is a good feeling ya'll!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
That explains it all
Very recently, especially on and after the exhibition, many people have been asking me the question: Why Cyclop Bunny? I can only imagine how little sense it makes to the ones who haven't known me for years, and almost every time, I brushed it off, saying the story is too long and difficult to tell. But the questions just kept coming, and I needed to give the name some justice and a true meaning.
The problem is, when I tell people, that the explanation is related to inside jokes and some personal stuff, it makes them either uninterested or even more confused. Now that you know some basic information on the name, you can decide whether or not you want to continue reading! :)
Still with me?
Let's start off with the personal stuff. The reason it's Bunny, is simply because my boyfriend calls me bunny. And we'll just keep it at that, cuz let me say it out loud: You don't care about my love life.
And now the longer part, the Cyclop part, which is written incorrectly. (And there I was wondering why none of the CyclopBunny usernames were taken yet.) If you ever played the game, where you need to take a piece of paper, draw on a body part, fold the drawn part down so it's not visible to the others, switch papers, draw the next body part and so on, you must know, that's the moment when the most fucked up creatures are being created.
Well, how did it begin you say? Me, my boyfriend and another guy (who is irrelevant at this point) were sitting in a train on our way to Balaton, the lake of Hungary. Bored. And since I love to draw when I'm bored, it's just natural that I carried some pen and paper with me. Though my boyfriend also brought some stuff along, he couldn't beat his boredom, so we started playing that awkward game with awkward creatures, and these were some of the results:
You can already see a bunnyesque thing taking it's form, but in the end it's only the drunken bald lady that matters.
If you are blessed to have the ability of understanding the Hungarian language, you'll be able to read the text written below the weird lady, unless you have bad eyesight (turns out we all do), then hover over the picture to see the text appear. Otherwise use Google-translate to dampen your curiosity. (It won't make sense, I just wanted to troll.)
And this is the part where my boyfriend started to call me Tutu-wearing Cyclops Bunny, because he thought it was funny. So he kept calling me that, combined with an "evil but sweet" facial expression until my brain started to accept this name against my will. In the end he stopped the tutu-thing and started calling me Bunny again, but this name stuck with me, and here I am, trying to make excuses in order to save my ass from being looked at as a crazy person.
Even though it sounds more reasonable in Hungarian (TütüsKüklopszNyúl), I dropped the Tutu, because it didn't just make the name too long, but don't be kidding me, Tutu-wearing Cyclops Bunny (in English) sounds horrible as shit.
And why did it end up as Cyclop instead of Cyclops? Well, you might have already noticed, that my English sucks as hell, and I was thinking it should be Cyclop, because they only have one eye, so why should I use plural? (Cyclops is singular, as I discovered today)
To be Continued...
The problem is, when I tell people, that the explanation is related to inside jokes and some personal stuff, it makes them either uninterested or even more confused. Now that you know some basic information on the name, you can decide whether or not you want to continue reading! :)
Still with me?
Let's start off with the personal stuff. The reason it's Bunny, is simply because my boyfriend calls me bunny. And we'll just keep it at that, cuz let me say it out loud: You don't care about my love life.
And now the longer part, the Cyclop part, which is written incorrectly. (And there I was wondering why none of the CyclopBunny usernames were taken yet.) If you ever played the game, where you need to take a piece of paper, draw on a body part, fold the drawn part down so it's not visible to the others, switch papers, draw the next body part and so on, you must know, that's the moment when the most fucked up creatures are being created.
Well, how did it begin you say? Me, my boyfriend and another guy (who is irrelevant at this point) were sitting in a train on our way to Balaton, the lake of Hungary. Bored. And since I love to draw when I'm bored, it's just natural that I carried some pen and paper with me. Though my boyfriend also brought some stuff along, he couldn't beat his boredom, so we started playing that awkward game with awkward creatures, and these were some of the results:
You can already see a bunnyesque thing taking it's form, but in the end it's only the drunken bald lady that matters.
If you are blessed to have the ability of understanding the Hungarian language, you'll be able to read the text written below the weird lady, unless you have bad eyesight (turns out we all do), then hover over the picture to see the text appear. Otherwise use Google-translate to dampen your curiosity. (It won't make sense, I just wanted to troll.)
And this is the part where my boyfriend started to call me Tutu-wearing Cyclops Bunny, because he thought it was funny. So he kept calling me that, combined with an "evil but sweet" facial expression until my brain started to accept this name against my will. In the end he stopped the tutu-thing and started calling me Bunny again, but this name stuck with me, and here I am, trying to make excuses in order to save my ass from being looked at as a crazy person.
Even though it sounds more reasonable in Hungarian (TütüsKüklopszNyúl), I dropped the Tutu, because it didn't just make the name too long, but don't be kidding me, Tutu-wearing Cyclops Bunny (in English) sounds horrible as shit.
And why did it end up as Cyclop instead of Cyclops? Well, you might have already noticed, that my English sucks as hell, and I was thinking it should be Cyclop, because they only have one eye, so why should I use plural? (Cyclops is singular, as I discovered today)
To be Continued...
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
My very first Art Exhibition
Hello World!
Since I'm far behind from being good enough, and the lack of time I have these days, I never got a proper reason to start an art blog. But now that I'm sick, and after realizing, that without advertising myself right now, I will be nowhere after graduating, I thought why not?
My last push (and only motivation) to starting this was my very first Art Exhibition that I had a few days ago. And let's be honest, starting off a blog with my first exhibition is pretty neat.
Time and place
The exhibition took place in the Trafo Club, in Gödöllő, which is almost an hour away from Budapest, the capital of Hungary. Unfortunately, because of this, only a few of my friends could come and see me, but that doesn't mean I wasn't happy or satisfied. In fact, the 21st of September 2012 was one of the happiest days of my life. The sea of love I received that day was just unbelievable!
It started at 8 p.m., and I was super nervous since I was the greenest and youngest of all the artists, but my friends kept encouraging me and in the end I wasn't that bad, I guess.
I still feel I didn't deserve this, though I'm proud that I managed to come to this day this early. All the people were proud of me, and that's the main reason I felt happy that day.
Since I'm far behind from being good enough, and the lack of time I have these days, I never got a proper reason to start an art blog. But now that I'm sick, and after realizing, that without advertising myself right now, I will be nowhere after graduating, I thought why not?
My last push (and only motivation) to starting this was my very first Art Exhibition that I had a few days ago. And let's be honest, starting off a blog with my first exhibition is pretty neat.
Time and place
The exhibition took place in the Trafo Club, in Gödöllő, which is almost an hour away from Budapest, the capital of Hungary. Unfortunately, because of this, only a few of my friends could come and see me, but that doesn't mean I wasn't happy or satisfied. In fact, the 21st of September 2012 was one of the happiest days of my life. The sea of love I received that day was just unbelievable!
It started at 8 p.m., and I was super nervous since I was the greenest and youngest of all the artists, but my friends kept encouraging me and in the end I wasn't that bad, I guess.
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| this was my stand |
I still feel I didn't deserve this, though I'm proud that I managed to come to this day this early. All the people were proud of me, and that's the main reason I felt happy that day.
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