December 31st 2018
29. Finish my art journal
Wow. It's been a long while since I've written a post about something I've ticked off. This one is very important to me though.
I have this journal. Sometimes it acts as my diary, a brain dump which I can vent in about how I'm feeling and my struggles, mainly my good memories that I want to remember.
This journal has been with me to every country I've visited since 2016. It contains scraps of my memory, little trinkets, things I've learnt and is a key reminder of how I've changed over the 3 years.
It's quite bad how long it took me to fill it, because it's not really a big book, but that was what was nice about it - I didn't HAVE to fill it out if I didn't want to. It wasn't school work, it was just for me.
I'm going to upload a few photos of my favourite pages and include a little snippet of what it's about and why I love it so much. I will be starting another journal, but this one will forever be special to me.
I used to have a weird obsession with Brighton. I'm not quite sure why, but I used to beg my parents to go all the time. I'd normally go for my birthdays or as a treat and I'd mostly do the same thing each time.
I'd go to Snoopers Paradise, a gorgeous vintage shop which is located in the North Laine. For some silly reason, you're not allowed to take photos or film in there, so I can't show you what it looks like, but I make sure to go there every time and buy some old photographs.
Then I'd get bubble tea, go to the £7 buffet on the main street and go to the pier to go on the rides. The black and white photobooth photo is from snoopers too, as they have an original automatic photo booth in there! I definitely recommend checking it out.
There's this artist that I studied in my second year at college, called Angela Deane. Her work is quite unique, involving painting ghosts on top of people in old photographs that she's found.
My project at the time was about how we change as we grow older and leave 'ghosts' of ourselves behind as we go through phases.
This piece was just for fun. Just for me.
I found this photo in Snoopers in Brighton a few years back. It's of this girl and two older women. The girl is wearing something that looks like a wedding dress.
I have a large collection of black and white photos. I think it's quite sad that they end up in second-hand shops. The people in the photograph may be dead.
I just love it - imagining the story behind a photograph, what happened, who they were.

Being 16 was hard. Most people say that they miss being 16, and I wonder how that could be, for being 16 was truly horrible, for me at least.
I really don't miss it at all.
I definitely prefer being 18.
16 was definitely a key year of my life though. I did my GCSE's, went to America for the first time, fell in love like a dumb teenager.
I really was a dumb teenager.
I hope I'm not now
If you look through my previous posts, you should come across my monthly playlists goal. I used to write them down in my journal too.
Usually on a decorated page for that aesthetic (whatever I was trying to do, it still looked rubbish).
On the second page is a photo of me just about to go to bed. It's actually from 2015 when I got back from the Summer in the city convention in London. Myself and my best friend, Vikki, had a sleepover. I was completely knackered.

I like
adventures . The y
were
exciting
from the end of midnight things
started to look pretty bleak
the y
would go on without m
e
I was just about to end it
i said
"help me breathe."
i wa n t
to
try.
"I think I'm breathing better,"
This is from the 8th of May, 2018.
I'd just finished my second year of college.
I finished so early because I was only doing Fine Art and Photography, which both finish in May.
I loved being off so early, but it sucked because all my friends did at least 1 academic subject, so they were still stuck at college for another 3 months.
On the right is an old photo of my Grandad when he was in the Royal Navy. I doodled the pattern around the outside of him.

A few months ago, in October 2018, I went on a course trip for 4 days to Margate. Because I'm an art student, we went to the Turner contemporary, saw a load of Tracey Emin's work etc.
Our hotel was absolute shite. I stayed with 3 of my friends in this small room with 2 bunk beds and an ensuite. It was definitely better than the other peoples room. In my best friend's room, they had a live wire sticking out of the wall, hair in the shower drain, the floor was curved (and looked ready to go), and the draws didn't have a bottom.
It was crap.
And then at the end of the trip, we were told that a couple artists had used the rooms above us as art installations a few months back. I thought it sounded pretty cool, and we went up to take a look. There was one room painted entirely black, another red. And when it go to the room above ours, we found out that the artist had let a load of birds come through the window and SHIT everywhere.
I wish I was joking.
Margate itself was actually kinda nice. I got a couple new records, some old photos and an adorable bag. I also love this photo of me posing in a bookshop. I did do loads of work and have fun with my friends. I don't know if I'd ever go back though.

This is another photo of me in Margate. I'll save it for my disposable cameras post as I bought two and used all the film up on the trip.
The entry is my favourite part. I wrote this after I met Rusty Clanton, an incredible artist. His music is so beautiful. I literally can't find the words to describe him.
I'd listened to him for about 5 years, hearing him for the first time after finding Dodie. I can remember listening to his music and just plain sobbing because it was so emotional. He was so lovely, even though I was totally awkward and shy. I'm happy I got to meet one of my inspirations. Thanks Rusty! I've also covered his song in my most recent video 'WINTER 2018' (Click HERE). Although his version is much better.
In my final few entries, I spewed words of wisdom which I hope I follow in the future. I went over what the book contained and what I had been through. What I had accomplished.
Here it is:
December 30th 2018
This year has been hard, much like last year and the year before that.
If there's anything I've learned in the past 4-5 years, its that every year is going to be hard. Maybe they were only truly hard because I chose to focus on the bad things that happened rather than the good things.
Sadness is a part of being alive.
You can't truly be happy without sadness.
Things are always going to get hard. There's so preventing it, but if you look back through this book, many of the entries are about happy things that have happened.
- my journey through year 11, being 16.
- my GCSE's
- my feminist rants
- my old favourite memories
- Mac's wedding
- meeting Dodie
- Brighton x1
- prom
- America 2016
- starting college
- Dodie x2
- turning 17
- Brighton x2
- Kooks
- my crushes
- Brighton x3
- Mac's bday and meeting Amy
- Greece
- my first date
- late night drives with my friends
- pride
- victorious festival
- making new close friends
- parties
- people turning 18
- getting into my level 4 foundation diploma in art and design
- travel plans
- Brighton x4
- Dodie x3
- turning 18
- finishing college
- seeing peter pan in London
- Ed Sheeran at Wembley
- Disney Paris 2018
- Amsterdam with Elena
- Bournemouth beach with my college friends
- my first gay club
- Margate
- meeting Rusty Clanton
All these incredible things have happened.
I've been to different countries, made new friends, met famous people.
I've been LIVING, which is something I'm very happy about.
I'm incredibly thankful to this journal and my experiences, even the bad ones. Because I have learned from them and let them shape me into the person I am today.
I think it's time that I learn from my mistakes, surround myself with good and positive people who actually give a shit about me.
December 31st 2018
It's the last day of 2018 and I'm about to finish this journal once and for all.
I can't remember what inspired me to start it in the first place but I am so glad that I did because its so much better than a photo album. It contains my struggles and how I've changed and improved.
This is my greatest possession because of all the sentimental things it contains.
At this moment I wonder if I'll show this to my nieces or my nephew. Perhaps when they're older.
Or my future children.
They can see how I felt when I'm their age.
With next year bring the promise of adventure and experiencing new things.
I may or may not go to University, live in London.
I will meet new people
I'll go to different countries.
It's all very scary, but for the most part, exciting!
Well, here we are - the last page.
It's 3:14 PM, I'm listening to 'I hope it's you' by Rusty Clanton.
I'm sat on my bed with my fairy lights bright. My mini christmas tree is still up.
My room is an absolute mess!
Next to me on my bed is my 2019 goals list.
I'm 18 years old, I have an amazing and supportive group of friends, a loving family.
And I am happy.
Time to do something amazing <3
Thank you.
Amy.
Wow. It's been a long while since I've written a post about something I've ticked off. This one is very important to me though.
I have this journal. Sometimes it acts as my diary, a brain dump which I can vent in about how I'm feeling and my struggles, mainly my good memories that I want to remember.
This journal has been with me to every country I've visited since 2016. It contains scraps of my memory, little trinkets, things I've learnt and is a key reminder of how I've changed over the 3 years.
It's quite bad how long it took me to fill it, because it's not really a big book, but that was what was nice about it - I didn't HAVE to fill it out if I didn't want to. It wasn't school work, it was just for me.
I'm going to upload a few photos of my favourite pages and include a little snippet of what it's about and why I love it so much. I will be starting another journal, but this one will forever be special to me.
I used to have a weird obsession with Brighton. I'm not quite sure why, but I used to beg my parents to go all the time. I'd normally go for my birthdays or as a treat and I'd mostly do the same thing each time.
I'd go to Snoopers Paradise, a gorgeous vintage shop which is located in the North Laine. For some silly reason, you're not allowed to take photos or film in there, so I can't show you what it looks like, but I make sure to go there every time and buy some old photographs.
Then I'd get bubble tea, go to the £7 buffet on the main street and go to the pier to go on the rides. The black and white photobooth photo is from snoopers too, as they have an original automatic photo booth in there! I definitely recommend checking it out.

My project at the time was about how we change as we grow older and leave 'ghosts' of ourselves behind as we go through phases.
This piece was just for fun. Just for me.
I found this photo in Snoopers in Brighton a few years back. It's of this girl and two older women. The girl is wearing something that looks like a wedding dress.
I have a large collection of black and white photos. I think it's quite sad that they end up in second-hand shops. The people in the photograph may be dead.
I just love it - imagining the story behind a photograph, what happened, who they were.

Being 16 was hard. Most people say that they miss being 16, and I wonder how that could be, for being 16 was truly horrible, for me at least.
I really don't miss it at all.
I definitely prefer being 18.
16 was definitely a key year of my life though. I did my GCSE's, went to America for the first time, fell in love like a dumb teenager.
I really was a dumb teenager.
I hope I'm not now
If you look through my previous posts, you should come across my monthly playlists goal. I used to write them down in my journal too.
Usually on a decorated page for that aesthetic (whatever I was trying to do, it still looked rubbish).
On the second page is a photo of me just about to go to bed. It's actually from 2015 when I got back from the Summer in the city convention in London. Myself and my best friend, Vikki, had a sleepover. I was completely knackered.

I like
adventures . The y
were
exciting
from the end of midnight things
started to look pretty bleak
the y
would go on without m
e
I was just about to end it
i said
"help me breathe."
i wa n t
to
try.
"I think I'm breathing better,"

I'd just finished my second year of college.
I finished so early because I was only doing Fine Art and Photography, which both finish in May.
I loved being off so early, but it sucked because all my friends did at least 1 academic subject, so they were still stuck at college for another 3 months.
On the right is an old photo of my Grandad when he was in the Royal Navy. I doodled the pattern around the outside of him.

A few months ago, in October 2018, I went on a course trip for 4 days to Margate. Because I'm an art student, we went to the Turner contemporary, saw a load of Tracey Emin's work etc.
Our hotel was absolute shite. I stayed with 3 of my friends in this small room with 2 bunk beds and an ensuite. It was definitely better than the other peoples room. In my best friend's room, they had a live wire sticking out of the wall, hair in the shower drain, the floor was curved (and looked ready to go), and the draws didn't have a bottom.
It was crap.
And then at the end of the trip, we were told that a couple artists had used the rooms above us as art installations a few months back. I thought it sounded pretty cool, and we went up to take a look. There was one room painted entirely black, another red. And when it go to the room above ours, we found out that the artist had let a load of birds come through the window and SHIT everywhere.
I wish I was joking.
Margate itself was actually kinda nice. I got a couple new records, some old photos and an adorable bag. I also love this photo of me posing in a bookshop. I did do loads of work and have fun with my friends. I don't know if I'd ever go back though.

This is another photo of me in Margate. I'll save it for my disposable cameras post as I bought two and used all the film up on the trip.
The entry is my favourite part. I wrote this after I met Rusty Clanton, an incredible artist. His music is so beautiful. I literally can't find the words to describe him.
I'd listened to him for about 5 years, hearing him for the first time after finding Dodie. I can remember listening to his music and just plain sobbing because it was so emotional. He was so lovely, even though I was totally awkward and shy. I'm happy I got to meet one of my inspirations. Thanks Rusty! I've also covered his song in my most recent video 'WINTER 2018' (Click HERE). Although his version is much better.
In my final few entries, I spewed words of wisdom which I hope I follow in the future. I went over what the book contained and what I had been through. What I had accomplished.
Here it is:
December 30th 2018
This year has been hard, much like last year and the year before that.
If there's anything I've learned in the past 4-5 years, its that every year is going to be hard. Maybe they were only truly hard because I chose to focus on the bad things that happened rather than the good things.
Sadness is a part of being alive.
You can't truly be happy without sadness.
Things are always going to get hard. There's so preventing it, but if you look back through this book, many of the entries are about happy things that have happened.
- my journey through year 11, being 16.
- my GCSE's
- my feminist rants
- my old favourite memories
- Mac's wedding
- meeting Dodie
- Brighton x1
- prom
- America 2016
- starting college
- Dodie x2
- turning 17
- Brighton x2
- Kooks
- my crushes
- Brighton x3
- Mac's bday and meeting Amy
- Greece
- my first date
- late night drives with my friends
- pride
- victorious festival
- making new close friends
- parties
- people turning 18
- getting into my level 4 foundation diploma in art and design
- travel plans
- Brighton x4
- Dodie x3
- turning 18
- finishing college
- seeing peter pan in London
- Ed Sheeran at Wembley
- Disney Paris 2018
- Amsterdam with Elena
- Bournemouth beach with my college friends
- my first gay club
- Margate
- meeting Rusty Clanton
All these incredible things have happened.
I've been to different countries, made new friends, met famous people.
I've been LIVING, which is something I'm very happy about.
I'm incredibly thankful to this journal and my experiences, even the bad ones. Because I have learned from them and let them shape me into the person I am today.
I think it's time that I learn from my mistakes, surround myself with good and positive people who actually give a shit about me.
December 31st 2018
It's the last day of 2018 and I'm about to finish this journal once and for all.
I can't remember what inspired me to start it in the first place but I am so glad that I did because its so much better than a photo album. It contains my struggles and how I've changed and improved.
This is my greatest possession because of all the sentimental things it contains.
At this moment I wonder if I'll show this to my nieces or my nephew. Perhaps when they're older.
Or my future children.
They can see how I felt when I'm their age.
With next year bring the promise of adventure and experiencing new things.
I may or may not go to University, live in London.
I will meet new people
I'll go to different countries.
It's all very scary, but for the most part, exciting!
Well, here we are - the last page.
It's 3:14 PM, I'm listening to 'I hope it's you' by Rusty Clanton.
I'm sat on my bed with my fairy lights bright. My mini christmas tree is still up.
My room is an absolute mess!
Next to me on my bed is my 2019 goals list.
I'm 18 years old, I have an amazing and supportive group of friends, a loving family.
And I am happy.
Time to do something amazing <3
Thank you.
Amy.