These really big birds nest by the middle of the North Pacific. There size is rarely understood, however Albatross are giants whose true size is rarely captured in photographs. Before i read the article in Ad busters, i looked at the images and thought it was an amusing piece of art work or photography. Astonished by the content in the article , i slowly became aware that these birds would fly out to sea and feed their chicks bits of plastic as they believe it was food. These picture only encapsulate a small scope of the tragedy. To show the true nature of this calamity, the photographer has not moved or manipulated the plastic or bird.
So i'd like to think that i still have some inclination of what fashion designers get up to when they put pen to paper and draw there newest designs. I used to want to be a fashion designer so occasionally i like to relish the moments when i drew what i believed was a work of art!
by David Shrigley So... my tutor Lyndon gave my class the simple task of picking folded paper from a hat, then writing something interesting about the name, topic, or event written on it. The main goal was to entertain the reader. Myself along with most people hadn't heard about the people or events we were writing about. So I assumed I had to write about a boring old lady Mary Celeste from ancient times... until I read more. This was one of my most enjoyable projects, so i thought i'd share it with you.
Tonight is a lot colder than yesterday. The sun is know longer in view but the sky is a beautiful purple haze. My back is starting to ach. It doesn’t help that the night brings a heavy east wind that tickles the splinters on my rear end. The skin beneath me has gone all crinkly; you know the way your hands look after you’ve been left in water for a few hours. Now imagine that all over the bottom half of your body. Not attractive. Huh. When you’ve counted only one birds in the sky or felt no creatures crawling on your skin, you realise your alone.
It struck me after Benjamin left, things changed. Actually he didn’t leave he was kidnapped, or so they say. As soon as he let go of the rudder I was out of control. Possessed by the see, I was now captive to nonnegotiable winds that rippled my sails leaving echoes of whiplash in the air. Things got really bad; my insides where welling up and nothing had a place any more. The clocks hand was missing. Barrels of beer rolled back and forth bashing into boxes of cargo. My spirit was destroyed and I am now hovering here with nowhere to go. A destitute mess. Oh Benjamin, there was no one like you among all the land. He was known for his sobriety and good judgment. He was such a handsome man; he gave me my name Mary. Mary Celeste. Even though he was with wife and child he held me with a grip and moved me like no other man could. I could tell his wife disliked her husband’s attitude towards me. He made all the crew treat me like a queen, I was washed in lavish shampoo’s that stained my fragmented brown skin and polished my back with creams no other woman could afford.
In late November 1869, I was basking up the sun. The warm brown sand was beneath me leaving grainy patches on my skin. All the crew had been marched of me and a group of pirates escorted them into the thick of the forest. Then they pushed me back out to sea. It made know sense. I had the weight of the world inside me. Full barrels of brandy and alcohol. Sacks of rice and pasta. Boxes of shoes and knifes. Why in the world would they take the crew and not one bit of spoil. Isn’t that what pirates do, steel and take all your wealth from you. From that day on I sailed alone with know sense of direction or time.
The sky is now covered in a thick black velvet blanket, no clouds, just lampposts of starlight. There’s a bright light beaming in the distance and I’m sure it’s a lighthouse or ship. Maybe it’s Ben. Maybe he’s coming back for me. Or could it be those pirates that took away the only people I really knew. Either way I’d rather be discovered than alone.
