I find myself to be influenced by a wide variety of things; including cinema, literature, the natural world, and other artists. In cinema, I find myself drawn to the films of Guillermo del Toro, whose films are often dark fairy tales, like "Pans Labyrinth", or "Cronos". Another filmmaker that inspires me is Shinya Tsukamoto, whose bleak and abrasive "Tetsuo: The Iron Man" has inspired wonder and awe at his twisted allegory of urban degeneration. I read many books, but no author has drawn me in as much as H.P Lovecraft, whose indescribable, and horrible mythos left me to try and recreate these colorful worlds and characters to which are often supposed to be "unimaginable". In fine art, I am most inspired by the turbulent, sensual sculptures of Auguste Rodin, to me, he raised the bar of what a sculptor needs to accomplish. Also, the Black Paintings of Francisco Goya and the work of illustrator Mike Mignola are gorgeous, with their pools of jet black, that veil the subject, leaving the imagination to play tricks on the viewer. Finally, I am influenced by the world around me, namely exotic places that I have been to, and have not yet been, ancient cultures, marine life, and wildlife.

I hope to improve my sculpting in future, to encompass a wider range of materials of which I may not have had the opportunity to use in the past, and to be able to use the materials that I have already used to greater skill and more complex pieces. As well as this, I hope to also improve skills in other media, such as drawing, so then I can create more ambitious works.

In the future, after completing the foundation course, I would like to get a degree in Fine Art, and then to do a course in Archeology or in

Bibliographies

For Lovecraft Piece:

-The H.P Lovecraft Literary Podcast
(http://hppodcraft.com/)

-H.P Lovecraft.com (All texts are in the public domain)
-The Colour Out of Space
-At The Mountains of Madness
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English Coursework Part 2: Colonel Fawcett and the Lost City of Z Screenplay

COLONEL FAWCETT AND THE LOST CITY OF Z

EXT. Jungle

Open to a close up shot of a raindrop on a leaf.

As the raindrop moves downwards, the leaf is cut away by a machete.

A figure then moves past, indistinct, followed by other indistinct figures. Suddenly we see all of the figures distinctly. They are men in explorers kit. The men are all spread out in a triangular formation, with FAWCETT at point.

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Mato Grosso, Amazon Rainforest, Brazil

There is one man trailing behind, this is RICE. He looks like he was once a plump man, but has lost a lot of weight, so skin hangs off of his frame, and his limbs are covered with BOILS and MAGGOTS, and he does not looked pleased.

RICE

tired

"FAWCETT! Slow down! We've been walking for almost ten days now, and we need to rest!"

FAWCETT

"No, we don't need to rest, we'll keep going until we find a good place for us to camp, and then we'll rest. But we have to ration our food from here on out, as I've told you already, considering that we lost Stevenson to that jaguar."

RICE

annoyed

"Well I know that, you fool! But why are we out here in this jungle again? To find your accursed lost city, is what! We've been out here for two months now, and no sign of the city!"

FAWCETT

"DAMMIT RICE! It's out here, I know it! There IS a city out there, a city that no white man has EVER SEEN! We'll find this city, and show it to the world! We'll be rich, and start a new age of enlightenment! We'll be richer than kings when we return, but ONLY if we find that city!

RICE

"But we've spent two months out here chasing wild Indian legends and what? NOTHING! No city! No gold! No enlightenment!"


#1
"Yeah! Wheres the city of gold?!"


#2
"Wheres my gold?!"


FAWCETT
"Men, we will find this city, and you will get your gold! I swear we are only a few days out from the city, believe me! Now get moving, we're deep in Quehaxi territory, and their known cannibals!"


The men continue on.

EXT. Jungle


The men are all tired and soaked, it's raining heavily. None of the men are looking happy. Fawcett is at point, leading the group looking stern and angry from the confrontation earlier with Rice. Suddenly he stops and raises his hand, silencing the explorers.


#1
whispers
"What is it?"


FAWCETT
whispers
"Quehaxi. Tread carefully boys, I think that their near."


Suddenly, a six foot long arrow shoots through the throat of #1, turning his scream into a bloody, frothy gurgle. As soon as #1 hits the ground, a rain of massive arrows pelt the expedition, hitting some of the men. A few of the men who get hit writhe on the ground, as the area around their wounds blacken and blister.


RICE
yells
"Poison! The arrows are poison!"


FAWCETT
"Fire! Exterminates the brutes!"


All of the explorers let loose a hail of gunfire, killing a few Indians. Suddenly, more Indians appear, running forward with clubs, screaming war-chants.


FAWCETT
"Keep firing boys!"


FAWCETT is then knocked to the ground by an Indian with a club, who then tries to drag FAWCETT away, by his beard, into the jungle. FAWCETT fumbles for something at his belt, finds it and pulls out an old service revolver, promptly shooting the Indian.
FAWCETT picks himself back up, firing at all the Indians he can see.


FAWCETT
yells
"Quickly boys, to the river! We'll swim across the river!"


All of the men tourn around and run through the rainforest to the river. It's wide, but there doesn't seem to be a current, so all the men immediately run in and start to wade, ford, and swim, across, all the while being shot at with arrows by the Indians. As they swim across, some men are hit by arrows and one is dragged under by a giant caiman, and a few drown under the weight of the kit they are carrying.
Rice is struggling under his kit, barely being able to lift his head above water, trying to stay afloat. He is screaming, and flailing his arms around.


RICE
panicked
"Help! Help! Someone, please help me!"


FAWCETT, who had managed to make it to the other side, turns back and sees RICE in trouble. FAWCETT gets back into the river, and swims to RICE, and tries to removes RICE's bag. RICE puts up a fight and tries to push FAWCETT's head under the surface. After a few seconds, FAWCETT manages to overpower RICE, and punches RICE in the face, knocking him out cold. FAWCETT then removes RICE's bag, but he pauses, pondering if to choose the man, or the bag. After a beat, FAWCETT lets go of the bag, letting it sink to the bottom of the river.


FAWCETT swims back to shore, pulling an unconscious RICE behind him. The few surviving members of the expedition is watching FAWCETT.


FAWCETT
worried
"Is everyone okay?"


#2
"MacReady's been hit in the leg with an arrow, we're not sure if he'll survive for much longer. Sam's got a nasty gash on his head, but he'll pull through. We've lost a lot of the men, though."


FAWCETT
"Who?"


#2
"Statler, Isley, Hill, Burns, Rodriguez, Stenson, Smitt, Jones and Beausoliel. Most of them to the Indians, except Isley, he was killed by a caimna."


FAWCETT
angry
"DAMN! Thats half of the expedition! And our supplies as well!"


#3
"Stenson had some of the maps as well...."


#2
"Really?"


#3
depressed
"Yeah"


FAWCETT
sounding drained
"Don't worry, I have copies, so we won't be lost. Let's set up camp here, I don't think we're in any state to go anywhere today, and it's starting to get dark."

Bruce House Cabaret

BBC Bruce!

Hello Pretty Ladies! Oscar

This is my sexy voice. Mikel

Hi I'm Psycho Jono...

Hound Dog+Gay Bar. Fraser

Sport with Mikey with his picture

Winfield: Asian Correspondent, with subtitles

Vidur: Weather, with its raining men. REALLY strong accent.

Crimewatch (?) Me.

Cumming vs. Bruce Chase

Wham news intro: after bruce intro: will and gregor

Dance-off: U6
Songs:
Vanilla Ice: Ice Ice Baby
Check Yourself

Dances Must be sexual, over the top and cringing.

Two teams of 5. 4 U6. one has miguel, and other 5 U6.
Grease up guys team with baby oil.

Group One; Girls
Sebbie, Robbie, Gregor, Will, Calum

Group Two; Guys
Mikel, Nick, Winfield, Vidur, Taylor

Afternoon Delight
Robbie, Will, Calum, Gregor