Derrick Segsby

Helloor Derrick.

I guess we all have to start again somtime so don't get all sentimental on me about last term. I must explain that my reason for lacking contact has been due to, well, negligence. This term I simply cannot muster the energy to do work. I do it, but it's not passionate. It doesn't have that drive. We are currently only doing one project - the gloomy british legion ad campaign. I had my idea withing the first week and it's stayed the same since with only minor alterations. So bored of this thing already. I know I've got a while till it's all in so guess I'm taking my time on it. Stupid I know when I could've had it done a long-time ago but meh. Something in me just likes to, no, HAS to leave things until last minute. Now is never good enough. I hate it and keep trying to alter it as it really ruins work patterns but the slightest flux in energy or interest and that's it, my concentration is elsewhere.

As a new years resolution of some sort here's a few things I want to do this term in relation to my review. Firstly, experiment more. I have bags of free time and practically do fuck all with it. Hours can be killed and decapitated with fannyfarting about with techniques and various other fraternising. Remember when i drew that ginger hair derrick? The night went so quickly because i was consumed by it. Secondly I want to involve myself with things self-directed. As a two-point-five wish ACTUALLY FOLLOW IDEAS THROUGH. God knows how many ideas i"ve had fart about inside my head and go stagnant when my memory chose to close off the road to them. Thirdly, and in relation to the first one but in more specific (and general non-art terms) - get away from the fucking mac. It's getting predicable and know new ideas are coming at you through the LCD/TFT/Window of Hell so just just stop smacking up on your internet addiction and get some paper goods scribbled. A moneky can be taught to use a computer so start from ground upwards. Lastly, and probably most importantly get a sleeping-pattern. Whether this be from staying up all night, drugs, drink or ebay just get one. Uni is all glam and cool when you're living in the AM hours but that's only when it's translated via some culture-youth magazine or a channel four late night drama. In reality it's suitcases under your eyes, sweaty - never feeling clean, never feeling awake, living in darkness and always having god awful morning breath even after a tube of tegpaste.

So in conclusion, I guess I want to get interested. Get up, get out and just do something rather than sitting about, moaning how rarely things come to me. Legs were made for running, and imaginations made to run faster so come on.

Let's fucking do this.