Racketing vibrations coming from the alarm that failed to be on time. Eyes feeling sore from the tiredness that didn’t leave me from the work of modelling my gallery space. Time to arise, from the silent whispers of footsteps as I gaze outside, unable to hear the noise. So I leave the view to get ready, eat breakfast or what they call, budget food. I put on my Nike trainers, and minding the scrap pieces of materials that fill my room, I step out ready to face another day as a KSA student.
As I come out of Darwin, the meaning of fresh air is coming to light. Inhale, exhale, its draining my brain from all the stresses still yet to face. Every step is speedily becoming gradual and there is not long till I arrive at Marlowe. Walking past the library, students walk past, catching up on the discussions on the essays and work they have been assigned. A few steps later and I’m here.
The captivating scent coming from the bakery and the raw smell of crushed coffee beans instantly awakens my senses, and before I go into the studio, I can’t help but buy a sausage roll and coffee for one £1.99. It’s not every day that happens. “Thank you Rose and Rita,” I gratefully state as I start making my way up the stairs that lead to my second home: the Studio.
This consists of tutorials and opportunities for meetings with friends and course members but it is also the catalyst of producing great work. With the ability to freely speak to different years, you are able to tackle design briefs and issues to come up with something worth framing.
Another day’s work done, but wait, I can’t forget about the open lecture that’s running for all students. Guest lecturers spend time visiting us on a weekly basis to give us talks on their work. This informative period eventually comes to an end, and I head home to eat. To seek change from the regular orderings of takeaways and find time to cook: Chicken and Pasta bake. Now, time for more work and to read up on previous lectures. Eyes drawing near to a close, I stop and decide to catch up with my roommates and after a long chat, it’s time to sleep and await for another day as a KSA student.
By Joshua Obichere, Stage 1
Joshua’s accompanying video can be viewed here