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This is my first lithograph, I completed it the first day of printmaking...which was yesterday... Sorry that the angle is skewed- I just lifted up my camera and shot it, very sophisticated.Well, I think that I've eaten too much curry, because I've got a massive headache. Either that, or printmaking is very hard on my eyeballs. Since starting our two week intensive yesterday I've spent about 16 hours in the studio, and even though it hasn't really hit me yet, I've been learning a lot. In fact, I've decided that I should become a printmaker. There's something so comfortable about being in the studio among the huge antique presses, fun rollers, messy inks and smelly smelly chemicals. I got to play with a bunch of ajax today, it looked like snow... The view from the studio is amazing. We overlook Glasgow city center, and the whole room is always flooded with a clear, overcast light. I can see the southern hills rolling in the distance. It makes me want to ride my bicycle - but the weather definitely doesn't. Today it rained, then the rain started floating (the rain was trying so hard to be snow, but it just couldn't make it...) then there was sun and a rainbow...

I'm finally starting to get the hang of things around here. I've learned that wearing a scarf and wool jacket is a necessity, and I have now amassed a small collection of pashminas. I've learned that everyone takes tea time, but you are allowed to drink hot chocolate during the scheduled 30 minute break. But when I do drink tea, I've learned that English tea is best very milky and with several sugars and it is absolutely essential to eat shortbread with it. I've also noticed that some English authors are very depressing (cough cough, Emily Bronte).

It's almost time for bed, but I just spent the last hour discussing music, Jenny Salvo, Lucien Freud and Egon Schiele with a English friend. I really should be doing some late night brushing up on post-modern and contemporary art theory, but that's not due until Thursday... There's some party chatter outside my window and an Irishman in the hall. The leaves are falling, the ground is always wet. My life? Yep!