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A subject in different stages

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Experimental photos

Experimental photos of water and fire 

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Major project - behind the scenes

These images just show me creating the picture and fixing it up.

The final project took quite a lot of brainstorming from my original photo which was edited on photoshop. It still follows the same concept of noise and telling the topic/subject of noise pollution through a picture without directly explaining it.

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Major project

For my project I pitched an idea about noise and how I would put it in a form that was close to that of a comic book or magazine where I would explain in points the problems that are caused due to noise pollution and I was planning on making it in Photoshop.

However, due to problems I had to change up my idea and edit it quite drastically. As you can see in the image we have a building that is supposed to be a block of flats. It is surrounded by construction and a crane can visibly be seen on the left hand side of the image. 

I wanted to represent what I personally here and experience living in a block of flats similar to this one. In the image we can see music notes representing drums and loud music being played, we can see people swearing, people screaming as well as the noise of the crane creaking and causing noise pollution.

I think the sketch is very self explanatory to the topic of noise pollution and really do portray everyday life in a flat. 

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The Kruger - Character project 

Viktor was raised in the sandy deserts of the Klein Karoo. This beautiful little patch of life was his background until the age of twelve when he moved from South Africa to Malta. At first, he felt incredibly uncomfortable as he had always had space and the houses that used to surround him were big and filled with life and nature. This was the exact opposite in this new land and country where he now lived. Slowly Viktor adapted and became obsessed with the Sea. He started to learn about sailing and in his free time would go to sailing school and learn all this new knowledge. He got a job at a restaurant and began to save money. By the time that he was only eighteen he had saved fifteen thousand Euros, he started to look for boats that he could afford and quickly found the one, a Westerly Centaur. A yacht perfect for solo sailing. Five months later he would say goodbye to his parents and begin his adventures. His first destination was Alexandria, where he would dock for fresh food and then continue through the Suez-canal and then down past the horn of Africa heading towards Cape town. The entirety of his journey to the Cape of Good Hope took a maximum of five months. On this long journey he visited countries such as: Yemen, Kenya, Mozambique and finally South Africa. Viktor had not touched the sun-dried crust of the earth for six years and instantly all his childhood memories came rushing back to him. A month later he had travelled up north from Cape town and had reached the Kruger park. There he had gotten a job as a Ranger. His dream of being in the bush had finally come true. Each and every day he saw new life, he saw Lions, Cheetah’s and Elephants. He finally felt as though he had his home back and that was where he belonged after all of those long-awaited years missing the bush and this beautiful country and continent on which he now stood.

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Living next to the Mob

                              Living next to the Mob

Arthur had lived in his apartment ever since he had moved to Malta from England with his family. It had been five years of living in the apartment and he never noticed anything out of the ordinary in his village except for the white Audi that parked on his street each and every day, without fail. It did seem a bit out of place due to the other run-down cars on his block, but he always brushed it off. However, one day he was on his balcony when he saw a large man dressed in all black placing two brief cases into the boot of the car. He thought that this was quite odd and started to become more and more intrigued. From then on, he went onto his balcony every day and at the exact same time he would see the same man placing the same looking cases into this car.

He had never met his neighbours that lived next to him but every month or so a very odd smell would be lingering in the hallway. The smell was that of a sweet and fruity nectar, yet again Arthur brushed this off as the smell of detergent that the cleaning ladies used to clean the floors.

After watching each day Arthur found a small slot of five minutes when the large man would go back into the garage to collect more packages. He took this opportunity one day and quickly snuck down to the car and took one of the brief cases, as he reached down into the back of the car and grabbed the handle of the case he was met with a great weight that he had not expected. He managed to lug the case back in the building and call the elevator. Once he had entered his house he went straight to his room and dropped the case on his bed, the springs of the bed creaked and pulled at the weight of this object. Arthur grabbed a screwdriver and pried open the case, the top popped open and he sat there stunned and could not believe his eyes when he saw the three large bags containing a fine white powder.

A second later Arthur heard a police siren in his street, he rushed to the window to see the large figure being handcuffed and arrested. A day went by when he read the times of Malta to find out that the police had been doing routine checks and had seen the open boot, they had opened one of the suspicious looking cases and found the powder. And when the man walked out to finish packing, he was arrested and taken to jail. It was later found that the large man was Joe Pesci, a member of the Gambino crime family that had just started up operations in here Malta.

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All that glitters is not gold

It was a hot day in his town when Jay went to school for sports day. His best friend Jaden was waiting for him outside of the school gates, wearing his torn up shoes and ragged shorts he looked up at Jay, he was wearing brand new running shoes and his shorts wear Perl white and freshly ironed.

The two of these boys were best friends and had been for their entire life. When Jaden saw the life that Jay had he was always jealous however he saw how humbled Jay always was and that he never took anything for granted. Jaden knew that there was something behind Jay’s Façade but he could never put his finger on it.

All of his life Jay had been seen as the rich kid at school who had everything and always had a 20 euro note in his back pocket.

Little did everyone know that Jay had a very hard life and was always getting into fights with his father, whether or not those were physical or emotional he never spoke to anyone about them or mentioned it to anyone. His father had hated the fact that his family was seen as the rich and posh family. He had come from humble beginnings but that was not what all the gossip in town said.

At the age of 12 his father had told him to man up and look after himself after the two of them had gotten into a massive fight. Two weeks later Jay found a job working as a waiter out of town in a smaller less know town where the owner did not care at all about his age and hired him right away.

So all along those 20 euro notes in his back pockets were from him putting blood, sweat and tears into working and making a living for himself.

On this sports day the two boys went to the changing room to get ready for the rugby games that the school had prepared as part of the sports day. When Jaden turned to Jay he saw his naked back covered in cuts and bruises and instantly knew that he had overlooked how Jay was treated and felt bad yet he did not know what to do or say.

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Three picture story

In this survey we as a company spoke to expats that had come to live in Malta  from various countries around the world about the differences in the country compared to their own countries and what they missed.

The results were shocking… When asked about their home and the countries they used to live in they told us that they missed the space, Nature and most of all fresh air.

These were the most common answers however when one family in particular were asked these same questions they replied by telling us about the constant claustrophobia that they feel each and every day. And how they cannot get a nights rest with all the construction going on around them.

Now all of these answers were those that the average individual living in Malta could give but it makes us have to ask, is or will there ever be a stop to the construction in the country and is it in our own interest to ask this for our own safety and well-fare?

The last family that were asked these questions told us that their favourite places to visit on the island were Valletta and Golden bay however they constantly feel enclosed by all the construction and small spaces around them.

This is where we as a country need to decide where to draw the line.

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Wine and taking advantage

Ever since these horrible, cruel men arrived in my beautiful land they have taken what they sought to take and have not given a care in the world for any of my people. Each and every day I now make wine through blood, sweat and tears for the white man. He sits on his hill top sipping and reaping the benefits of our hard labour.

I hate them.

I hate him.

I have seen my brothers and sisters killed in their tracks for merely looking at one of the guards that patrol the fields or for stepping out of line. Wijnberg may be a beauty on the outside but on the inside it is an atrocity.  

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The aftermath: Two chairs ending

The months that followed since Max had defended himself and in turn killed his own brother were unbearable. Max had fallen into a deep depression after the funeral and the only thing he could now find comfort in was his bottle of whiskey. He had now lost his job and was near to losing his marriage, he was thinking about the entirety of the situation when the doorbell rang: He opened the door to find a well-dressed man in what appeared to be a UPS uniform, the man had brought all of Josh’s belongings in a neatly taped cardboard box, after Max had signed his name and picked up the box he instantly felt that it was incredibly heavy in weight and was shocked yet he could not wrap his head around why. He sat the box down on the kitchen table and opened it with a look of curiosity on his face. As soon as he opened the box a crisp smell of old books hit his nose, he saw that piled to the top were letters and books, the books being those of politics and philosophy. The letters however were letters that sounded as if they were written by Aristotle himself, letters of love, interest and a curiosity and desire for learning.

It took an entire month for Max to read every letter that josh had now left behind, he realized that his brother was not some low-life heroin addict but a wise and knowledgeable individual. Max himself was shocked by the beauty of his

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Regret: Two chairs story

It has been seven years now since Max and Josh had seen each other and about nearly three since both of their parents had sadly passed away. Max was now working in Real-estate and had a good life going for him. The last time that he saw Josh was at the funeral. Max had no interest in what or how Josh had been living or how his life was, he assumed that it was ok and he was just getting through by the skin of his teeth but it was much, much worse than Max had or could even think. Josh had become addicted to heroin and would sell whatever he could to get the smallest of highs.

One day Josh had just woken up and walked into his lounge which was of a shoebox with a stale and old smell to the air. As he now walked past the door he noticed an envelope that had been slipped under his door with the big black formally printed font with the letters EVICTION. When he saw this he slipped it back under the door and walked to the kitchen with a now sad expression on his face while his shoulders drooped until you could see the distorted features of his hunchback and frail body.

At this point in his life josh had not thought in a million years that it would turn out like this. He went to the kitchen and sat down in one of the chairs with absolutely no motivation left in his body. The only thing that he wanted to do now was get high. He started digging through his wallet to find anything that could afford him a little high, as he scratched through his empty wallet a crumpled piece of paper fell out. It had the name Max on it with a phone number as well as a town name.  Josh had heard about his brother’s success recently and thought that he might try and get something of worth from him.  

A day later and he had arrived in the town that Max lived in, very quickly he found his house and waited outside until it was night and all the lights in the house were turned off. It was nine o’clock when the last light went out in the house. Josh waited half an hour more just to be sure and that is when he made his move. He ran across the lawn and snuck Into the side window which was not properly closed, as he climbed through the window he heard the heavy footsteps running down the stairs. A loud voice screamed “Stop, Stop what you are doing I have a gun”. At this point Josh had gotten through the window but as he passed through his foot caught on the window and he fell through with a hard thump on the ground. Then a loud gunshot came from the dark in front of him and his lifeless body fell to the ground. Max ran to turn the light on and when he saw the body he instantly realised that it was his own brother, he stood over the corpse now. His face was pale and in shock, the gun fell from his hand and he dropped to his knees.