#draw642smiles: 2) An Ironing Bored

So I bought this book a couple of months ago called, 642 things to draw.

And my aim is to do exactly that, draw 642 things. I upload all my drawings as soon as their done onto my Instagram @SkeenaSmiles, however, I too will upload them here weekly for your viewing pleasure.

I present to you drawing 2,

An Ironing Bored.

#draw642smiles: 1) An Anchor

So I bought this book a couple of months ago:

And my aim is to do exactly that, draw 642 things. I upload all my drawings as soon as their done onto my Instagram @SkeenaSmiles, however, I too will upload them here weekly for your viewing pleasure.

I present to you drawing 1,

The Anchor.

Back Down Media Lane

My interest in TV production was born with the help of Doctor Who. The regenerated show that made this once skeptical teen believe in the magic of TV once again (Thank you Russel T Davies!).

After the Saturday evening, family occasion of watching the latest Doctor Who episode, everyone would leave their posts but I, as my eyes were glued to the screen soaking in Doctor Who Confidential.

 

I was mesmerised by the how's of Doctor Who. How did they make that do that? How did this look like that? How did that look so real? And Doctor Who Confidential answered. And bit by bit, it let me peep into a small window into TV production.

Since then, I have always found it so interesting; the ins and outs of TV production. I would watch any behind the scenes action available; be it bloopers, interviews, commentaries, documentaries. I would watch all the things with no leaf left unturned and absorb any TV production snippets that greeted my eyes and ears.

So fast forward to a few years later that was my A-levels, and hey presto, I picked Media Studies and man did I love it! It was a subject where my organising obsession, wild imagination, bubbling creativity was fed. HECK, you know its something you love when even revising for the exams was never a chore!(which, fun fact, my exam resit for my first year Media Studies A-level involved watching a scene from Merlin, Series 1, Episode 1 and analysing it. Imagine watching a TV drama for your exam!)

So the pinnacle of this post is that I recently stumbled over my A-level media studies coursework and because it was the height of technology, it was submitted via blog. And well, if like Nathan Sykes you've put 1 + 1 together correctly, I have these blogs to share with you today.

I'm very proud of these blogs, even now several years later. And if anything, it's a little insight into the mind of the 16-18 year old Skeena.

Preface

1. 16-17 year old Skeena researched, produced and blogged an opening scene of a horror movie called Identical.
   
2. 17-18 year old Skeena researched, produced and blogged a music video by Frankie and the Sound Within - 13teen (which is actually Pink's - Conversations with my Thirteen Year Old Self).

If anything, these blogs are a little sentimental reminder of how much I'd love to work in TV production.

Enjoy,

Skeena xx

Lull.

Hello lull; the temporary interval of lack of activity.

There's a lot of things that inhabit my lull. Like the lack of my blog posts for one. Or maybe the lack of screenwriting, a writers block if you prefer, for two. Or how about, the lack of spontaneity, adventure and risk. These are a few of my least favourite things.

I need to escape the lull.

Setting goals is probably a good start.

Goal 1: Escape the lull.

To be continued.  

Riveting, I know.

Skeena xx

Ridiculously Elaborate, Late Night, Nonsensical Spiel.

Hello you.

I dare not start this blog post with excuses of where my presence on this very blog has been, or for a better choice of words, hasn't been. Therefore, it shall start with neither sense or logic, which may I add, I am aware that those two words are synonyms of each other, and this post shall continue with neither logic or sense, she says as Dr.Seuss tips his hat.

How are you, kind reader?

I have no plan for this particular post, just like I didn't plan for that alliteration, but like the alliteration, the post here sits. For if there was a plan, I guess, it would be to just let the waterfall of words escape my fingertips as they tap dance their way around their keyboard stage. And yes, I am fully aware that that last line was cheesy yet poetic but I think Shakespeare is safe.

I missed this.

Signing out,
Skeena xx