Tweet Your Thoughts
Because I personally do not want twitter, but I have to tweet my thoughts, I thought this would be a good idea to put some points together throughout summer so that you guys can comment with your own ideas and opinions on the topic. I shall be discussing and showing images that ‘you think are typical of the country you are in’. This shall be interesting as I live more north than my other course mates, so I’m excited to see everyone else’s opinions.
Hull “City of Culture 2017”
So I’m just personally wondering that have the people who named Hull the city of culture have actually been to Hull? Just a short drive over the bridge from home is the wonders of Hull. With tired, worn down buildings, half of the shops being closed down and with people in tracksuit bottoms shouting their hull accent as loud as possible, I’m in no rush to visit every weekend. I mean I know the point of naming a city is to bring tourism to boost their economy, but what happens when the tourists realise this land of extravagance and bright colours. Don’t get me wrong, Hull’s got some good points about it, like, erm, oh the bridge, and, erm, well I’m just wondering about if this city is the right city for showing culture.
The dead’s hierarchy
I’m not sure if this is true or false, but supposedly the more shade you have (closer to trees) the wealthier you were when you were once alive. Even when your dead you still have a label of how wealthy you are.
The British Tourist
So when on holiday at a typical resort, I could instantly tell where people are from. We all have these typical traits that give us away. For example the Germans are trying to do some aerobatics in the pool, thin and shouty and the Spanish children running around without a care in the world. Then there’s the English. I think we come in two categories. We have the most well known category, the English beer belly eating the incredibly exotic foods of chips and fried eggs, whilst also using their unlimited free drinks to their advantage. The second type is this new wave of Essex boys. These lads don’t really do much except flex their muscles and get a tan. Should we accept these stereotypes that are visible, or should we not except them and actually want to know different cultures and see different sites?
So coming back from my holiday, I sent postcards to my friends and family, but my mum hasn’t arrived so far. So as I sit waiting by the letterbox, I question what is a souvenir for? Is it for the person to gain information and a feel of what it our time away was like? Is it for me to recollect my memories? As well as sending postcards and getting gifts for everyone, I always get myself something like a stick of rock and a mug. I don’t practically need these objects and they have somewhat piled up to create my own souvenir shop, but I know this habit or passion of mine will carry on with every trip I take.
Having visited the prestige Chatsworth house twice this summer, I really appreciate history and actually going to these places and learning about a completely different time period. Its insane to see how much wealth these people living in these manors had, I would like to see how they would feel about knowing one day there will be people from all kinds of society roaming around the house and gardens. Do we still have this divide of wealth?
The Northern Beach
My northern traits were unknown to me until I visited my university, which is full of people from London and Birmingham. I live a walk away from a well-known beach town and Martin Parr’s work instantly reminds me of it. Run down and full of people who can’t escape to something better, and obviously the odd tourist who delves on deep fried doughnuts and of course, the best fish and chips in the world.
So recently I returned back to Nottingham. Having lived there for twelve years of my life, I didn’t think much had changed until I actually went back. Nottingham seems to have got this vintage shop style down to perfection, and it makes me hate my hometown for not having this opportunity to develop my personality. Don’t get me wrong most of my childhood friends are either in prison or have children, so I’m unbelievably grateful for moving and having the opportunity to become to person I want to be. But part of me misses the huge city, different shops and the chance to eat somewhere different every day.
How does it feel to live in the worse town in England?
Well it’s a love hate answer to the question. Yes when I moved three hours to my university and had to say in those awkward icebreakers where I was from it went something like this, “Oh I live in a tiny village in Lincolnshire”. True I do live in a small village, that no one has ever heard of, and its true that I live in Lincolnshire, but, I’m just going to share a secret between the two of us here, I basically live in Grimsby. That’s it. I’ve said it. I can’t go back now. I was born in Grimsby and I’m their everyday. But why am I ashamed to say I’m from Grimsby. Well if you sent he television programme Skint then you should know. No I don’t hold a can of Frosty Blues in my hand whilst I sit on my sofa (which is conveniently positioned right outside my house). However, I can take the mick out of it as much as I want, but if someone (a non-Grimbarian) was to rip it apart, then I shall defend it with as much love as possible. And I think that’s the moral, no matter where you come from, no matter how bad it actually is, you’ll still defend it when people from oxford and Cornwall rip it apart.
My visit to Sherwood Forest to attend the Robin Hood Festival has made me think about these people in the costumes. Why do they do it? Are they considered different in society to how they are when dressed up? Is it to gain importance or power? Or is it just a huge hobbies and passion of theirs? Whatever it is, I think its really amazing that these people have this amount of confidence and really cherish and make outsiders believe that they are taken back in this time period too.
My mother was lucky enough to get a spot in our village allotments. We have a garden at home perfectly good enough to grow vegetables but there’s a sense of community and a willingness to produce your own items. Is the world beginning to become self-sufficient and environmentally friendly?
So I saw this post on a social networking site, and it really put in perspective how art is seen in society. That stereotyping of a teenager painting an indefinable piece of work for an hour a week is slowly working. I still receive the look of surprise when people ask what course I’m doing at university. I work incredibly hard and put in the hours in and out of university, just as much as anyone else. No I’m not saving lives or locking up bad people, I’m taking images that I love to create but does this mean I’m not working hard? Id love to see more interest in artist’s lives and for outsiders who do not consider being in the creative industry hard or not worth it to actually see how hard it is to survive in the world being an artist.
In our village there is an annual 1940’s weekend, in which everyone dresses up. But why are we determined to live in the past? There is certainly a huge sense of excitement and “togetherness”.
It’s very prominent when autumn arrives to me. Firstly, I feel happier. You can really tell I am an autumn baby. Secondly, colours change. In shops and in the environment. Reds, oranges and browns. Thirdly, the farms start to harvest. This always leaves me in a reflective mood, thinking about my summer and the fact the years perhaps coming slowly to an end.
So we all know of the image of the washed up drown young boy. We’ve all seen it and we’ve all been giving our opinions on it, and even isis leaders have been using it as propaganda to stay in Syria. This is without a doubt the most important image of the year, but will this make us active opinion givers or will it just go over our heads? Impact or no impact? What is the effect of photography.