ART is.... 

working on something 'til you like it..
  then leaving it that way

New film from UCLAN

  This is a film I made recently as part of Uni. It's in HD so ya can watch it at 720p, and please do Full Screen it!! the Version that's uploaded is a DVD version, not a net streaming one so that has probably affected the quality a little but it took all day to upload ( Biiiiiiiiiig File) so I might as well show it.

I'm 90 percent happy with it, don't hesitate to let me know what ya think.

The Vagabond
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbTUMxNXJV8

If the link doesn't work, you'll have to copy and paste I'm afraid!!

Samir Nasri...... France's successor to Zidane?

Samir Nasri. Two Sensational Goals today, to take his tally to 11 goals in 19 games. It's December 5th 2010. Can he get 20 goals??
The Arsenal playmaker, perhaps spurred on by his inexplicable ( and ultimately fortunate) exclusion from France's ill-fated World Cup disaster, is in the form of his life. He has justified Wenger's faith in signing him two seasons ago, with his promise of potential now turned into world class performance.
It looks as if Arsenal have finally found their successor to the Robert Pires. Just don't compare him to Zidane just yet. Even as a ten year old, Nasri didn't entertain such comparisons!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5tAONm0y3Y

If ya want to see the subtitles, don't forget to fullscreen it!!

Pirates!

Why are Pirates called Pirates??

Shiver me timbers matey!!!

Because they just AAARRRRR!

The Angriest Dog in The World

This was a cartoon that ran in The LA Reader from between 1983 and 1992. It's author was David Lynch, and it was borne out of a time when he was experiencing great anger. Like all great artists, he used his emotions and feelings as inspiration for creation.
The cartoon has to be one of the simplest ever devised. It consists of 3 identical frames. The 4th frame is the same except it is now nighttime The only things that change are the speech bubbles from a couple inside the house, usually in the form of a non-sequitur or an aphorism or adage.  Their nonsensical palaver is heard every minute of every day by their dog, who is chained to a post. He is a very angry dog.
Have you ever experienced feelings of anger that are so great that you can barely breath? If you do, then you have something in common not only with David Lynch, but with the Angriest Dog in the World too.

The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. Bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis.

Movember

For the month that's in it, Here is a post dedicated to moustaches.

James Coburn, A study in Moustache Mastery

Oliver Reed, Moustachioed Marvel

Day-Lewis, Moustache and eye-catching Stubble combination

The HandleBar, in homage to the 70's

Sam Elliot, All I can say is Fantastic

Tom Selleck. What more Can I say?

A Cat with no name

A Cat with no name, that was my cat. We had this cat for 10 years, and for some reason we never gave it a name. Well, not an official name. It had many monikers such as " the big fella" "blackie" " fatcat" ( in the winter time he turned into a fat bloater, and in his latter years he was a lazy fucker too).

I'd like to point out that any monikers given to him by me relating to his weight were all affectionate.

And his fat condition was seasonal anyway, so he could always revert to normal weight in summer time. To be honest, he was a cat, he didn't know what I was on about. So it doesn't matter.
Anyway I'd like to think of his name as "pppssssshhhh wsssssshhhh" which is a sound rather than a word really. This is because if you went outside and couldn't find him, he would emerge from the undergrowth after a few utterances of that sound " ppsssshhh wssshhh"

 Imagine being known as a sound, rather than a word??? Bad Ass if you ask me.

So "pppssssshhhh wssssssshhh" died in September, while I was away in England. He had been sick since August. So I left knowing that I probably wouldn't see the cat again. Kind of hoping too, because I didn't want to see him suffer.
You might think it's ridiculous that I'm writing about a cat in this way, But I don't really, and I'm kind of surprised about it too. But I really liked the cat.
When I came home from college or nights out or whatever, I'd always look and wait for his head to poke around the corner to see who had strolled in the gate. Then he'd happily trot over so I could pet him before I went into the house.
I came home from England recently, my girlfriend dropped me off at my front gate and I started walking into the drive. I was happy, I had seen my girlfriend, and I was just about to see my family( who I hadn't seen in 2 months). But Instead of going to the front door and in to see them, I first started making my way around the side of the house to see my cat.
Halfway around the house, I remembered he was dead, and I realised I wouldn't be seeing him trotting over to me.
It took me a minute or two before I could go into the house. Emotional Stuff.
All this over a cat with no name!!!