A VISUAL SYNOPSIS OF ANTONIA J ELLIS
anto_jane@hotmail.com

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

HEY DOODS.

i started a tumblr surprise surprise.

http://selfserotonin.tumblr.com/

let me know if you have one and i will follow.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

CRAIGIE HORSFIELD

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MORT.

'I am free for nothing,' he reflected wearily. Not a sign
in the sky, nor on the earth, the things of this world were
too utterly immersed in the war that was theirs, they
turned their manifold heads towards the east. Mathieu
was moving swiftly over the surface of things, but they were
unconscious of his presence. He was forgotten: by the bridge
beneath his feet, by the roads that sped towards the frontier,
by that city that rose slowly upwards to look at a fire on the
horizon with which it had no concern. Forgotten, unknown,
and utterly alone: a defaulter: all mobilised men had gone
two days ago, he had now no business to be here. Shall i take
the train? What did it matter?-go, or stay, or run away-
acts of that kind would not call his freedom into play.
And yet he must risk that freedom. He clutched the stone
with both hands and leaned over the water. A plunge, and
the water would engulf him, his freedom would be transmuted
into water. Rest at last - and why not? This obscure suicide
would also be an absolute, a law, a choice, and a morality, all
of them complete. A unique, unmatchable act, a lightning-
flash would light up the bridge and the Seine. He need only
lean a little further over, and he would have made his choice
for all eternity. He leaned over, but his hands still clutched
the stone, and bore the weight of his body. Why not?
He had no special reason for letting himself drop, nor any
reason for not doing so. And the act was there, before him,
on the black water, a presentment of his future. All hawsers
cut, nothing now could hold him back: here was his free-
dom, and how horrible it was! Deep down within him he
felt his heart throbbing wildly: one gesture, the mere un-
clasping of his hands, and i would have been Mathieu. An
effluence from the river bemused his senses: sky and bridge
dissolved: nothing remained but himself and the water: it
heaved up to him and rippled round his dangling legs. The
water, where his future lay. At the moment it is true, I'm
going to kill myself. Suddenly he decided not to do it. He
decided: it shall merely be a trial. Then he was again upon
his feet and walking on, gliding over the crust of a dead star.
Next time, perhaps.





Jean-Paul Sartre. THE REPRIEVE.
heartbreaking.




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Saturday, April 17, 2010

ROWAN.

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Monday, April 12, 2010

SARAH'S AMAZING BACHELOR PAD.

rest in peace.
manic posting at the moment. just uploading old backlogged crap.

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UNTITLED AFTERNOON.

Andre being a model/hoon


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TUNGSTEN STOOODIO TIME.

a basic synopsis of second year drawing at vca.
no one shows up and we hoon around.


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HOUSE OF LORDS.

i had some friends round last week to say hello to my brand new bedroom.
it was nice.
i'm sorry i haven't posted photos in a long time.

oh, and the photos. taken by besteban.
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