http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:KerrianneHarrrington&section=today deviantART RSS for by:KerrianneHarrrington en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 15 Dec 2009 10:52:22 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/25460036/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/25460036/ Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:10:55 PDT Seriously man.
You and me.
We’re fucking done professionally.

Fucking ass.

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So, I'm putting it here so I don't have to write my opinion out again.

Correct me if I'm wrong, because I don't know. I'm just stating what I think and what I see.

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Well, many people on dA will submit 'fanart' that is either a direct trace or simply someone else's work manipulated, and that would cause problems because it's got nothing of their own in there. dA probably can't monitor every print that comes in, so probably just avoids all that legal mumble jumble to be safe. So, no. You can't sell fanart prints of dA, but that doesn't mean it's illegal.

But fanart is such a grey are because it is someone's art based on another subject. In Japan, it's fairly common for people to sell their work. They often do it in entire books, called doujinshi. Usually companies won't act because it's an effective form of free advertising and establishes something that is hard to fake - a fanbase. If you have fans spending time and money creating fanbooks (doujinshi) and fans who spend money on these fanbooks, it's often certain that this fanbase will spend huge amounts of money on the companies products because they are dedicated to that subject.

In the West, it's a little different. It's not so common, and we're more likely to ask 'Is it legal?' We're so obsessed with copy right, we're likely to doubt that a person can sell fanart. That's why Japanese artists are usually so cautious about selling their work to the West.

However, unless the fanartist is making huge amounts of money (which they won't be, I can promise you it's only really pennies and not worth the paper taking it to court would cost), or causing a great deal of slander to the subject, a company is unlikely to waste the time and money taking them to court.

It's such a grey area, with the art merely being an interpretation of something else, and really, artists have been doing that for years. Look at Francis Bacon's many, many studies and paintings of his version of Velazquez 'ortrait of Pope Innocent X'. In a way, you could call that 'fanart'. Bacon could never have seen Pope Innocent X himself, he's just basing it off of Velazquez work. But you couldn't honestly sue Bacon, it is Bacon's own interpretation of it - and isn't that what art essentially is? An artists own interpretation of what they see in the world around them?

So, yes. Most of the time a fanartist can sell their work.

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[link]

I love how accurately they describe the gritty, forgotten places of a city that moves too fast.

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Okay, no I'll be good and draw what I'm supposed to.

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Whatever it takes, it has to go.

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Works being really unfair lately, pushing us to break all these Health and Safety rules, giving us informals for not lifting things we can't physically carry, not giving anyone breaks... I'm too tired for that shit.

It makes me want to take life less seriously. It's a joke, might as well get in on it. Do what I want. Run around on the road with no education, no money. Just myself and where I go. Not care about you, not care about me.

I want out of society.

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Go now.

I'm still amazed by how hazzard uses watercolour.

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Except maths. Maths sucks out loud.

]]> ~KerrianneHarrrington http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/13683216/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/13683216/ Tue, 10 Jul 2007 11:12:28 PDT I have nothing more to say on the subject right now, but yay for being lazy! (Until 6th form)

]]> ~KerrianneHarrrington http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12952646/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12952646/ Mon, 14 May 2007 11:59:00 PDT
You can check out the convention’s website here : [link]

I was invited by one of my sister’s friends to the weekend convention. To be honest, when she first invited me, my immediate thoughts were, “OMG! GEEK GATHERING!” I’ve never watched Smallville and have only recently got into Supernatural (so I’ve watched like, 9, episodes or something) so I wasn’t really sure what to expect. They needed ‘adult supervision’ (an babysitter in other words) and had been looking forward to this thing all year. I’m all for new experiences, so why not?

It was a four-hour drive, a stay in a caravan and I had to get up at god-forsaken hours in the morning (there should be no such hour as six in the morning on Saturdays and Sundays) and it put me in a rather cynical mood when we arrived at the convention. I wouldn’t get up at six in the morning and force myself to wash in an ice cold shower for my boyfriend, never mind some people I’ve never met before. My first thoughts were that the place was just freaky. It CAN’T be healthy for so many people purely obsessed to all gather purely to drool over their idols. I honestly thought the majority of the people there would be gathering around the Smallville people, but it was like a Jensen Ackles fangirl gathering. All I’ve heard all weekend is, ‘Jensen, Jensen, Jensen’. I felt like I was in Stalker-land.

I suppose, logically, it would only be the most obsessive people there. I mean, the amount of MONEY that weekend must have cost. The tickets themselves are about £45 or more, then there’s the accommodation, the travel money, the money for additional autographs and other things like photos and merchandise… I mean, a signed promo DVD of Supernatural went for over £500. That’s… just, whoa. I’ve never owned that much money in my life (only 16). Stalkers must be loaded.

Never the less, I managed to shove aside the cynical side of me that was completely freaked out at the amount of scary, gibbering people all living, breathing, Jensen Ackles and decided to enjoy myself. After all, I like being a pretty open-minded girl. I managed to get over the sort of shock of how obsessive some people could be and have fun, meeting people and having my arms signed by people I don’t know but the rest of the room does (I REALLY should have watched Smallville or something before I went ).

First, on Saturday, there was a photo shoot with Jensen Ackles. Alice (the whole reason I was there, she loves Jensen) really wanted her photo taken with him, and asked me to get one too. It cost £12 for a photo with a guy I didn’t even know. My first thought was, “No way in hell,” not because I didn’t want a photo of him (I’d have to be either blind or a lesbian to NOT want a photo of him), but because I didn’t really understand the appeal of having my photo taken with him. I mean, I’d just be buying it for the photo him and there are hundreds of images of him on the Internet and I hate pictures of myself. I really do. But Alice managed to convince me and I had £30 or so to burn, so why not? I was all prepared to have my photo taken with the guy I’d been watching on television (a bizarre concept in itself. I like Jensen being ‘Dean Winchester’, not Jensen. That would be why I watch the show. Just like I will always know Buffy as Buffy, because the character I know. I don’t know Sarah Michelle Gellar and I never will), I’ll just stand there, the camera will go flash and I shall walk out… Well, that went well until he spoke and I think the 700 or so fan girls and boy vibes must have infected me because my legs just turned to jelly. I blinked in the goddamn photo. Damn. Alice now calls me ‘Blinky’, but I find it less annoying than the nickname ‘Kez’. So I got another one on Sunday, because I’m that stubborn. If I decide I’m going to spend money on a photo I didn’t want in the first place, I’m going to have a good photo. I look like a piece of crap in both, but Jensen looks amazing. How the hell do they do it? That guy had about 400 photos in an hour on Saturday and Sunday, that’s about 800 photos over the weekend and there was not one photo of him blinking. Not even a ‘slightly off’ picture. It’s a cardboard cut out, I tell you. The fangirl that’s been implanted in me from Stalker-land, otherwise known as a convention, feels like boasting the fact that I touched Jensen’s back but the sane part of me... ]]> ~KerrianneHarrrington http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12888268/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12888268/ Tue, 08 May 2007 13:38:06 PDT
Now I am back in a place where I am considered geek Kerrianne, when I am still the same Kerri I was before. Sucks. Ass.

Seriously, I refuse to keep on living.

That's a Caliban joke. Not very funny I know. But whatever. I'm in a foul mood.

I shall cheer myself up with Supernatural stuff ... Seriously ITV! When will you realise that only one episode of Supernatural a week is not enough for my needs D:

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I still don't know if I feel anything, but it's amazing to think that around this time last year I was having constant panic attacks like crazy - stuck in a situation where I was in the 'perfect' household, the complete opposite to the house of crap I had to endure with my mum, where no one cared in either place. I lived with my dad and my step family with no one talking to me simply because my step-mum had been buildng it up over the past year to make damn sure everyone in that household thought of me as 'the devil child'. Constantly accused of things I didn't do, like throwing away C.V's to find a job (which I'd spent the whole day handing out, only to come home and be shown the ones in the bin), saying things I didn't say, doing things I didn't do and everytime I tried to counter I was constantly reminded I was the child who'd been through a 'tough' time, I was the child who was living with a step-family and so obviously it was me that had the problem. Not the adult. Somehow my step-mum even convince me that I was the one with the problem, too. I thought I was going crazy.

The panic attacks were like the perfect ammo for my step-mum. I'd been having them for ages, biting my lip in my room hoping no one would hear me, scared that I was going insane. It didn't matter if they did, I ws in my room. Out of their way. When I started having hem at school, I begged them not to tell them, but schools have never been able to keep their mouths shut. These little panic attacks, the times where I just wanted to shut down, just give in the accusations that I was crazy, drag sharp intakes of breath through my lungs until they stung and dig my fingers into my skin as deep as I possibly could.

If I hadn't promised myself when i went through thouse, two, almost three years of shit with mum that I would never kill myself, I would have done.

That was a whole year ago. Wow. It feels like just yesterday that pyscho bitch was telling me that I was the 'devil child' responsible for all her problems. Just like mum. She'd be horrified to know that she is like my mother in more ways than she'd like to think.

~Prettygeisha did a picture of a ciggeratte, pretty much the only distinct thing appart from hate that I remember about my mother. Just a reminder to myself more than a picture for my mother. Just don't give up.

[link]

]]> ~KerrianneHarrrington http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12677661/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12677661/ Sat, 21 Apr 2007 08:26:14 PDT two weeks and I have to revise like crazy.

Argh, I'm so scared. Pressure, pressure. I feel like I'm running away from something that's going to slaughter me... I suppose if I believed in anything, I'd call it fate - but I don't. The pressure is just so much more intense than I was expecting because I'm on my own now - no school, no teachers to help, no guidance - just studying on my own. On my own.

Dear God. Must stay calm.

I swear, if I fail all my exams I will shoot myself become a hobo living on the streets. And for me, failing would be getting a C/D as my targets have been Bs. If I just get Bs I will be happy, but I doubt I will.

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Want a request?

Ok, I really need help finding a certain type of image to use for my observation to draw for my art exam If you find what I'm looking for, I will do a request for you. I will pretty much draw anything, appart from smut/porn or nudity. Is this fair motivation?

Ok, this is basically what I need:
- It needs to be a PHOTO. Clear as possible
- A picture of a couple
- The girl needs to be being pulled along by the male, almost so that she looks like she's being dragged.
- If they're running, that would be ideal.
- It needs to be to the side of the subjects, so they're faces are facing the left of the picture.
- This is the most important point, it needs to be BIG. About a side of a A4 page would be ideal.

If anyone finds an image like this, capital locks will not express my joy. I have been trying to find images such as this, but the sizes have been too small to use or there have been big ugly 'copyright' marks on them so I can't draw what I see properly. So I thought I'd ask for some help I don't mind doing a request in exchange. Thank you for your time!

]]> ~KerrianneHarrrington http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12630552/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12630552/ Tue, 17 Apr 2007 10:19:34 PDT If you find what I'm looking for, I will do a request for you. I will pretty much draw anything, appart from smut/porn or nudity. Is this fair motivation?

Ok, this is basically what I need:
- It needs to be a PHOTO. Clear as possible :grin:
- A picture of a couple
- The girl needs to be being pulled along by the male, almost so that she looks like she's being dragged.
- If they're running, that would be ideal.
- It needs to be to the side of the subjects, so they're faces are facing the left of the picture.
- This is the most important point, it needs to be BIG. About a side of a A4 page would be ideal.

If anyone finds an image like this, capital locks will not express my joy. I have been trying to find images such as this, but the sizes have been too small to use or there have been big ugly 'copyright' marks on them so I can't draw what I see properly. So I thought I'd ask for some help I don't mind doing a request in exchange. Thank you for your time!

Also, my sister Katie has started a DA account as well: ~Kaytiii

I find it quite cute

]]> ~KerrianneHarrrington http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12618450/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12618450/ Mon, 16 Apr 2007 12:25:51 PDT
He also added, "And another thing, I don't know who's doing it, but I want it to stop. Someone is unscrewing the toilet seat's screws. Screws don't just come undone, someone is undoing them and if I find out who it is I shall stop their pocket money."

I think it's pretty safe to say that NONE of us are unscrewing the toilet seat. We have what people call lives. C'mon, what would be the point in that? It's almost laughable that he firmly believes someone is doing it. It can't just be the daily wear and tear of life can it? It has so be someone doing it. Is he going to blame us for spreading dust on the shelves next?

Honestly, if you're going to accuse me of doing something, make it have a point. I can't STAND being accused of doing pointless stuff. Accuse me of stealing money, sneaking food upstairs, taking drugs or something stupid which actually has some logic behind it. Just don't accuse me of ... random, pointless stuff.

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This was the place where my mother used to drink herself to death, where it was always dirty and disgusting, where me and my sisters were constantly told how much easier life would be for mum if we weren't here, where throat scarring rows took place daily -- I really can't describe the pure hell of that place.

I've moved like 10 times. The drill is always the same. You go to a new place, try and keep in contact with the old place but you soon let it go. You forget. You become... different. Sometimes I think it's almost like split personalities. I'm the same person, but it's like a shattered mirror. They all reflect the same person, just different angles.

The point is though, of all the different places I have moved, I have never returned to a place to see people I once knew. It made my head hurt. I wanted to see them all - but I'm not the person they knew anymore. I'm completely different. I didn't like the Kerrianne they knew. She was angry - constantly. That Kerri was just recklessly fighting her way through life for the pure spite of it; purely to spit on her mothers suicidal attitude. There was no other reason for living except to do it. That Kerri wasn't happy with herself, she was way too young for the things that were thrown on her and she replied with angry and hatred. She wanted to hurt everything, the people who failed her, the people that threw these responsibilities on her because there was no one else and most of all the wanted to rip to shreds everything in herself. I regret it, I really do. My mother needed help and I threw it in her face. Mum makes that Kerri sick.

I saw the people I used to know. I liked it, but it felt wrong. I felt like God was almost laughing at me. Almost a year ago I would have given anything to see my old friends and now... I just felt like an imposter, standing in a place I shouldn't be. Walking down that road I used to live... All these things my mind wouldn't let me remember, they wormed their way back. It was like looking at the Kerri that once wondered here. The weak and sickeningly angry one.

Then there's Collingwood College. The school I left almost a month ago now, and the one that I keep going back and forth to because of my GCSEs. Now, God really is laughing at me. When you leave a school, you can tell just from the phonecalls to your old friends that your disappearing from their lives. Your not there. You hear about what they get up to without you anymore, whilst you struggle at a new school - whilst this new person is formed and the person they knew disappears. Now I get to watch as it happens. When I go there, I feel like an actress. I'm just acting the part of the Kerrianne they knew and it makes me feel sick.

Already, I know I'm forgetting things. When I o there, I can see the friends that used to belong to me and there's nothing for it. Nothing to talk about, nothing to say, nothing to do because I'm only there once a week and only have time to catch up on as much school work as possible.

I have to keep quiet about my acting. Be happy, I'm glad to see them. They're glad to see me. End of. It can't get anymore weighed down.

Meanwhile, the Kerrianne that exists now, here, in Rainham, feels like a phantom. I go to the school here for about 3 lessons, in my own clothes, with my big yellow 'Visitor' badge for Art and Maths only and nobody knows what to make of me. Am I an assistant teacher? Sixth Former? Special Student? Do we talk to her? What's she doing here? And when the curious do begin to talk to me, I never know what to say.

How do you put up with three pieces of me at once? None of them like each other. Makes me feel ill. I end up just being mess. They all keep each other awake with their own thoughts, wishes, regrets, anger, hate that can't be there. Throughout the day, it's easy to think happy thoughts but as soon as you try to sleep there's no escaping them...

]]> ~KerrianneHarrrington http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12521689/ http://KerrianneHarrrington.deviantart.com/journal/12521689/ Mon, 09 Apr 2007 08:23:49 PDT
It's interesting to note that anything that the twins 'share' it 'theirs' until it breaks, then it's Katie's (who is the younger twin, and it shows in her attitude. We really need to make her grow a backbone for her own good, seriously).

When I got up to sort the problem out, as it is the older sister's unfortante duty to do, they'd caught fire. At that point, my main concern was keeping my sisters away from the fire - I mean, the small flames sprouted up so quickly, who knew how quickly they could just jump again. I didn't want my sisters near it at all.

I knew the sensible thing to do would be to unplug it, but who knew how unstable this appliance was? There's a possiblity that they could have seriously hurt themselves unplugging it, too.

To be perfectly honest, the equation in my head was just to stay away from the fire who cares if Sara's desk gets burnt.

Katie had called Grandad before I could react, and usually he's quite a calm man, but he was really angry. I believe he called us, "ninnies", and began cursing and swearing at us fluently ("fucking" was a word that was used a lot). He then had a swipe at Sara asking her why she was straightening her hair in the first place if she wasn't going out... That's a bit beside the point, I think. Swearing because he was angry, understandable; having a go at us for not unplugging it, also understandable but scolding Sara for actually straightening her hair is really beside the point. It's not her fault they caught fire and she has a right to straighten her hair when she wants.

What was funny though, was how easily I shoved aside Grandad's anger. There was a fire, of course he was angry. I didn't take it personally or anything - there's no point. However, my sisters were upset by it, especially Sara. You could practically feel the anger and stroopy emotions flood the atmosphere.

It just made me understand all the more what a very wise friend used to tell me. We really do shape our own realities. You can either make something negative, necessary or even positive, but you shape it in your own reality. Thanks Dom, I learnt a lot.

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This is the 10th time I have moved school, you'd have thought I would have gotten used to feeling lonely.

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Do you decide to do it? Or is it something your mind does on it's own?

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