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2nd year exhibition final ever public art

it been a good year and the exhibiton turned out really well , the night was good too, it was sad that it was so final and that we wouldnt working as the same group again, but here some of pictures from the esw show .

image in the mirror i see

got stuck when i moved on to video which really confused me, decided to keep it simpler and remove me from it and keeping it to the mirror and the poem. just needed the right mirrors and the right writing on them, decided that it would be appropriate if i used the same type of writing that was on my dad head stone and same shape of mirrors as the head stones. the final outcome worked really well i think was pleased.

it means alot to so many people

i started looking at the poem i have put up on my blog  “do not stand at my grave and weep ” because it means alot to so many people most people have spoke to know of it or have been to a funeral where it have been read out , to me it means alot because it was read out at my dads and my cousins funeral, its uplifting .

i decided to try and re write it in to my own words, speaking to the people who have passed rather than the original where they speak to us telling there loved ones they are still here and around us every day  ,

I do not thing that you are gone, you are still here i do not mourn,

you are the image in the mirror i see, you are the closest thing to me,

you are the thought that make me smile, you are the person i would always dial

when i go to sleep at night, you are in my dreams all through the night,

then i wake in the morning light, its then i remember……..

i do not think that you are gone, you are still here i do not mourn,

(i do not think that you are away, your still with me every day)……

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

final major project

for your final major project we have to carry to past projects forward to the next level, i think the two that i will carry on are my go figure project based on the illness of my dad and his death, and the public/ private project, for this one i will work on the video rather than the clothing aspect of it .