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Illustration has long been used to explain complex and complicated subjects in order to make them more digestible and understandable to different audiences. From children's books educating us about the evolution of dinosaurs to information guides explaining the principles of self help. Illustration can do more than the written word in that it can explain AND expand on these often complicated topics. Giving them visual forms, introducing characters and allowing us to empathise and experience these subjects in new ways.

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Over Easter, we want you to research a 'system' of your choice.  This could be a a social system / a natural system / a political system / an economic system or another system entirely. We want you to become an expert in your system. Use this padlet to upload your research surrounding your chosen system, ready for the full brief launch after Easter.

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The first system that I want to do is nutrient cycle as I used to took biology as my high school course and this gave me a very strong impression... I was forced to memoized the whole cycle and need to know how to draw them out, and that was the only happy thing to do in my biology class..

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Having a look at mythological afterlife systems, starting with the Egyptian journey of the soul. https://www.ees.ac.uk/journey-to-the-afterlife

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Then paid a visit to the Norse territory of Valhalla https://www.ancient.eu/article/1290/norse-ghosts--the-afterlife/#:~:text=The%20best%2Dknown%20vision%20of,and%20death%20of%20the%20gods.

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And then the Greek Underworld, that I know a bit about already thanks to Stephen Fry https://www.mylearning.org/stories/ancient-greeks-everyday-life-beliefs-and-myths/418

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The development of feathers
https://academy.allaboutbirds.org/feathers-article/

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Emperor Penguin Migration
https://www.naturalworldsafaris.com/experiences/natures-great-events/emperor-penguin-migration

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Manta Ray Migration
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/article/mantas-rays-migrations-conservation-oceans

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celestial clocks?

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I want to read the book "Women Don't Owe You Pretty" by Florence Given. It's all about internalised misogyny, body positivity, intersectional feminism and MUCH more. I have ordered it to read as I wanted it anyway!

"Florence's debut book will explore all progressive corners of the feminist conversation; from insecurity projection and refusing to find comfort in other women's flaws, to deciding whether to date or dump them, all the way through to unpacking the male gaze and how it shapes our identity.

Women Don't Owe You Pretty is an accessible leap into feminism, for people at all stages of their journey who are seeking to reshape and transform the way they view themselves. In a world that tells women we're either not enough or too much, it's time we stop directing our anger and insecurities onto ourselves, and start fighting back to re-shape the toxic structures of our patriarchal society.

Florence's book will help you to tackle and challenge the limiting narrative you have been bombarded with your whole life, and determine feminism on your own terms.
After all, you are the love of your own life." https://www.waterstones.com/book/women-dont-owe-you-pretty/florence-given/9781788402118

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I'm interested in exploring a social system of some kind. Feminism is the idea that came to mind straight away due to the current happenings with Sarah Everard. But maybe I could look into other marginalised groups? Race and Sexuality are also topics that interest me - topics that are also mentioned in Florence Given's book.

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Below is my research on coral reefs, ecosystems that are created by tiny organisms.

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Looking at the social structure of a pack
Pack Structure - Wolf Haven International

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How Bees Work: Understanding the Honeybee Social Structure (beekeepclub.com)

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How Was Tudor Society Structured? - Tudor Nation
The Tudors - Society - History (historyonthenet.com)

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I Was initially looking into legal systems but then changed my mind, as I wasn’t sure how I could eventually develop it in a creative way.

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I Was initially looking into legal systems but then changed my mind, as I wasn’t sure how I could eventually develop it in a creative way.

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I have now decided on the respiratory system 

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I have now decided on the respiratory system 

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These pages are full of the basic facts you need to know.

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Looking at the cycle and system of fast fashion & its environmental impacts as well as this issues around accessibility to slow fashion and how this continues the cycle of fast fashion.

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Highly Sensitive Nervous System--Highly sensitive people(HSP)
https://www.proactivemindfulness.com/highly-sensitive-people/

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A HSP's life
https://www.healthline.com/health/mental-health/what-its-like-highly-sensitive-person-hsp

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The stages that follow the death of a whale and its impact on the ecosystem once decomposed

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“in political theory, the real or hypothetical condition of human beings before or without political association”

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- The pirates and the government (Elizabethan era)
- Ant Colonies
- Religion and other pagan beliefs and rituals
- Money and other items of trade during human history - a system of trust in value.
- Class divisions in UK
- Oldest Ancient Civilisations and their structure of life
- Dreams and other tools used for interpreting the unknown
- Volcanoes function
- Earths Inner Core system and purpose?

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After looking at a completely different system, I stumbled upon a small indie clothing company that produces wearable recipes on t shirts. I really liked the idea of documenting and illustrating cooking as a process, as it is something that I really enjoy myself.

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Wearable recipes of your favourite foods and drinks. Unique and thoughtful, these tees are the perfect gift for partners, family and friends! Choose from a variety of options on the website.

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After Art: Margaret Burton on Fast Fashion | Spike Art Magazine

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Blood Mountain - installation by Suzie Blake

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Blood Mountain - installation by Suzie Blake

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Blood Mountain - an art installation by Suzie Blake artist - Fashion Revolution : Fashion Revolution

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God of the underworld
He built it to trap the feathered serpent God of creation

The narrative could be him building the underworld, and getting pissed off about how humans persist

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Going through the underworld

His sister Eztli was a bad person but ended up going to heaven.

Maybe just conversations in Pancuecuetlacayan?

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Perspective from the bed (personified). Watching the narrative of a couple - something to do with consent? Arguing scenes, uncomfortable scenes in the bed etc.

Narrative could be about a lesbian couple (referencing Florence Given's ideas from her book) - arguing about PDA. A lot of men take pleasure in seeing two women kiss - one of the women thinks it doesn't matter what they think so wants to do it anyway and the other refuses to feel watched because of her gender and sexuality.

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- human watching decline from the outside (guilt)
- bird pov - death of an egg/ nest destroyed
-bug? - watching the birds disappear and feeling free
- conservationist - sadness as last bird of a species dies out
- bird - "them" (humans) - blaming it all on humans, watching their world decline
- the wind? - wondering where all the birds have gone, outside perspective looking in?
- egg? - feeling sick and not knowing why, walls closing in because of egg thinning - suffocation?
- Earth - half and half - what was there before (forest) vs what is there now (city)
- farmer/trapper? - killing out endangered species - no guilt/pride

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I am a good person. But it doesn't matter
I was a good friend, father, brother. But it doesn’t matter.
I'm old. That's what matters.
These tributaries in my veins are meaningless. So is the silver spines growing from my skull. So are the clouds in my eyes.
In this state I wait.
I listen.
For his welcoming snarl.

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- perspective of someone who buys the fast fashion and is a participant in the cycle but from a standpoint of not caring/knowing
- garment maker: inspired by fast fashion crochet garments that can't be done by machine so must be achieved through exploitation due to their low prices
- personify one of the garments? journey from idea to production to life cycle to waste but over a short period to show the lack of care and culture of easily discarding products
- personify a loved garment thats been worn for years, repaired, passed on, donated to shops, restored, had many owners
- someone who can only afford fast fashion and feels guilty about it? tries to do as much as they can
- personify trends - phasing in and out, constantly changing and the changes getting faster/increasing exponentially, pile of wasted old trends

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Wolf - member of the system
Elk - affected by the system
Farmer - negative views of wolf
Personifying yellowstone park, the trees, the landscape - wolves being seen as saviours

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Corals - showing the cycle.
Polyps - how they are effected .
Scuba diver - over seeing the change, what they noticed, narrating from their point of view.
Mask - the journey of the mask, how they effect the corals.
Fish - typical coral reef fish how they are effected, what they see, their perspective.

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The dog that guides souls through level one (giant iguana and rivers)

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* Flat dinners, the time we made fajitas
* McDonalds ritual every weekend after the pub
* BBQ

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We were not green in judgment or cold

in blood like Cleopatra in her youth

who still was ordering chopped radish

the hearts all gone to pieces

next to the winter greens

that in our days we never had use for

so smitten were we with fire

and ovens that I was gravy in judgment,

which might not mean much

unless you've taken a spoon

of it and poured it back over a dumpling

so that it became even softer,

something you could not have thought possible.

you liked to say, and I agreed,

though it was not the news

from the outside I relished,

but the daily Extra! Extra! the light

of the morning brought to my attention

every time we woke in your house

- salty, risen - was warm

again in a way it hadn't been for years.

Organ of passion, organ of righteousness

that has never had a single flavor cross its lips,

how much I would miss the honey of those days,

her drizzle of it on the turkey bacon,

my cracking pepper up and down the pan,

the sweet meat of happiness

I would no longer let pass between our teeth.

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Salad Days by Tomás Q. Morín | Poetry Magazine

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We were not green in judgment or cold in blood like Cleopatra in her youth who still was ordering chopped radish the hearts all gone to pieces next to the winter greens that in our days we never had use for so smitten were we with fire and ovens that I was gravy in judgment, which might not mean much unless you've taken a spoon of it and poured it back over a dumpling so that it became even softer, something you could not have thought possible.

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-Mia: a highly sensitive girl ( affected by the highly seystive nervous system)
-Mia's little cat. Tell Mia's sensitive life from Nora's perspective.

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- Mans perspective of a break up - Freedom at first but effects them more over time, feels he made a mistake.

- Women's perspective of a break up - Devastated at first but recovers gradually over time and feels relief that she dodged a bullet.

-personify a comfort object/Food telling the story of a break up. E.g a Pillow? - she's crying into it every night. Going through each emotional stage...Denial, Anger, etc
set in her bedroom where she hides away.

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The Whale who sacrifices himself for there to be a balance of things and continual of life in this cycle

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Narrative from a man's perspective? He's thinking in a predatory way - "there's nothing wrong with this" etc. Again maybe something to do with consent?

"She said she wanted to do this. Why has she changed her mind? I'm going to carry on anyway"

Focusing on a straight white male.

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- Maybe mention which parts of history he has witnessed
- Older than what's possible for a whale?
- Wise
- Funny?
- Tired
- Protector

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Talking about all the people they've hunted in the Teyollocualoyan?

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I was also inspired by Tom Hovey who is well known for his detailed illustrations that appear on The Great British Bake Off.

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Bathroom perspective - maybe the bathroom mirror?

Seeing a girl adjust her appearance for her boyfriend who says she MUST shave, wear makeup etc. "Don't wear that top, it's too revealing"

Toxic relationship being shown through the mirror

Picking up a razor every day, doing her makeup, her boyfriend pulling up her top? etc

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Write/illustrated through the point of other animals and organisms living from the flesh of the dead whale.
Can switch perspectives?

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Butter by Elizabeth Alexander | Poetry Foundation

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Throughout the pandemic scuba divers kept returning to the corals to research like normal. The only difference was there were no tourists and less of them. This means they had a first hand view of how the pandemic effected the reefs. The story line could be based around what the scuba diver sees. Species richness, increased habitats, repairing systems, less disturbances, thriving. Maybe there could be a before and after? How it has changed.

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Brachest, she called it, gentling grease

over blanching yolks with an expertise

honed from three decades of dawns

at the Longhorn Diner in Loraine,

where even the oldest in the old men's booth

swore as if it were scripture truth

they'd never had a breakfast better,

rapping a glass sharply to get her

attention when it went sorrowing

so far into some simple thing-

the jangly door or a crusted pan,

the wall clock's black, hitchy hands-

that she would startle, blink, then grin

as if discovering them all again.

Who remembers now when one died

the space that he had occupied

went unfilled for a day, then two, three,

until she unceremoniously

plunked plates down in the wrong places

and stared their wronged faces

back to banter she could hardly follow.

Unmarried, childless, homely, "slow,"

she knew coffee cut with chamomile

kept the grocer Paul's ulcer cool,

yarrow in gravy eased the islands

of lesions in Larry Borwick's hands,

and when some nightlong nameless urgency

sent him seeking human company

Brother Tom needed hash browns with cheese.

She knew to nod at the litany of cities

the big-rig long-haulers bragged her past,

to laugh when the hunters asked

if she'd pray for them or for the quail

they went laughing off to kill,

rising so fast it seemed the sun

tugged at it-to do exactly that.

Who remembers where they all sat:

crook-backed builders, drought-faced farmers,

VF'ers muttering through their wars,

night-shift roughnecks so caked in black

it seemed they made their way back

every morning from the dead.

Who remembers one word they said?

The Longhorn Diner's long torn down,

the gin and feedlots gone, the town

itself now nothing but a name

at which some bored boy has taken aim,

every letter light-pierced and partial.

Sister, Aunt Sissy, Bera Thrailkill,

I picture you one dime-bright dawn

grown even brighter now for being gone

bustling amid the formica and chrome

of that small house we both called home

during the spring that was your last.

All stories stop: once more you're lost

in something I can merely see:

steam spiriting out of black coffee,

the scorched pores of toast, a bowl

of apple butter like edible soil,

bald cloth, knifelight, the lip of a glass,

my plate's gleaming, teeming emptiness.

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Sitting Down to Breakfast Alone by Christian Wiman | Poetry Foundation

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Brachest, she called it, gentling grease over blanching yolks with an expertise honed from three decades of dawns at the Longhorn Diner in Loraine, where even the oldest in the old men's booth swore as if it were scripture truth they'd never had a breakfast better, rapping a glass sharply to get her attention when it went sorrowing so far into some simple thing- the jangly door or a crusted pan, the wall clock's black, hitchy hands- that she would startle, blink, then grin as if discovering them all again.

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(First person :)
Indulgent
Could be about waking up late and feeling hungry/hungover, going into the kitchen and making brunch.

Sociable
Could be about having a home cooked meal by my friends mum, and sitting round the table having fun.

Hungry
Could be from the perspective of a hungry waitress bringing out food she wants to eat (from my own experience).

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The sun
The ocean water (the salt)
Pressure against the whale and how it remembers or gets to know the whale

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A sheep who wants to be a chef.
He/she is bad at cooking but still practice how to cook the grass everyday.

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I love eating grass
I love sitting under the tree and picking up the grass that I like
and cook them into different dishes.

But the air become more and more polluted these day, will I die before I become a famous chef?

Mr. Tree told me it's because of the fossil fuel combustion.
We become fossil after we die and human will took it to the factory and realise it into the air.

What can I do to stop the pollution?
live longer or die far away from human so that they won't find my body anymore?

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With a satisfying crunch the knife slices the cucumber. The tomatoes get tossed in the bowl, and the lettuce gets chopped.
Pop! goes another wine bottle. The drinks are sloshing and the olive oil is pouring.
I see little black olives being passed around, my favourite.
The steam is building up in the windows. I feel the billowing heat of the oven as the pizza comes out- star of the show.
We all sit down and pick up our cutlery, hands reaching over each other to stretch to the salad.
The room is loud and full of laughter.

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I don’t know why she is always unstable and moody.
She just watched a movie, she cried.
She just listened to music, she cried.
She just seeing a picture book, she cried again.
Come on, why there are so many things could make her cry and cry.
Wait... Is she smiling now?
I can definitely say, she is strange.

It's a rainy day.
She takes an umbrella and goes for a walk in the rain.
Dear god, cat hates the rain most.
She comes back, and looks really happy.
Why? Dear god, I'm literally different  with her.

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The salt brushes against and through my lungs.
With its hands weighing me down.
I the preditor have become preyed upon
Consumed, the son of sea shares a span

Above the great blue, the wind whistles a mourning melody as I accept the cycle that lives me.

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she met me when she was 13, it was her birthday I was wrapped in yesterdays newspaper, secured with string in a bow I was worn, and washed, and worn, and washed she let me see the world

she left me when she was 17, in a bin bag given to the lady at oxfam I sat in their backroom with others waiting for our turn to hang on the rails

then I met a new her, she was 19 and so excited to find me! she took me home and washed me we had a good life together, I stayed faithful in her wardrobe I met her kids when the time came they got holes in me but she sewed them back up even if it hurt I knew I was still loved

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Why is there pain where there should be joy?
Why do I shave my legs just to please some boy?
He's meant to love me for who I am, but he seems to prefer the girls on Instagram.
Smooth legs, society's version of ideal, but at the end of the day, who really knows what's fake and what's real?
My legs are now hairy, I've lowered the score and he's dumped.
I don't need him anymore.

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Grass gone.
They've taken it all.
Stripped away from the ground. Blade by Blade. Leaf by Leaf.
Stems ripped. Roots pulled.
They won't stop.
They're army builds.
More and more and more.
A battle of hooves and antlers.
Damage. Destruction

They're here. Finally.
Nimble. Quick to adapt.
Saviours.
Defiant. Cooperative.
Instinct. Nature.
Done for the greater good.

A blade of grass. A sign. Rebalance. Restore. Hope

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It's weird being alone out here,
Looking out I see a wonderful, moving canvas of a beautifully painted fantasy, a made up reality.
This can't be real.
I see fish I had only heard about in history books, and some I hadn't seen since I was young.
The clean scopes of a home made by millions, they are finally thriving.
For this past year may have been a struggle for mankind, it was paradise for the corals.

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You left me. My heart was pierced by a thousand knives.

No questions answered; I lay there at night wondering where it all went wrong.

I wonder what you are doing at this very moment, are you feeling not as strong?

Days go by and I still sob into my pillow, warning signs came Sharpley into focus, was our relationship even real though?

It’s been a month now; I’m starting to find my feet again. I start laughing with my friends.

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one heck of a struggle to actually make this - thinking of redoing it hand drawn.