Friday, 3 April 2009


'Doodles for Darfur' is an initiative set up with the primary aim of raising money for those who have been affected by the war crimes and genocide in Darfur, through the Aegis Trust and in affiliation with Aegis Students.

This initiative begins with the help of students at the Arts Institute at Bournemouth donating photographs, illustrations and paintings that they think are worthwhile to the cause, with the hope that they will be auctioned for a satisfactory price. As well as raising money for the people of Darfur, this event will help spread the awareness of modern Genocide and humanitary injustice.

It is crucial for us as creative individuals to not only have a political and cultural conscience, but a social conscience as well.

We have an advantage as artists to bring a fresh and creative voice to causes of this nature, and often, our voice can be the most effective.

Remember that we are the future, let our voices be heard.

Peace, Aimee-Jayne.

With work by Nick Walker, James Cauty, Martin Parr, and Guardian photographer Clancy Chassay

  • Date: Wednesday 22nd April 2009
  • Time: 13.30 - 19.30
  • Where: Arts Institute Bournemouth, room A024 (photography dep)
  • Details: Facebook It/

Thursday, 29 January 2009

God Blessed America
This Land is Your Land. By Woody Guthrie
written February, 1940

This land is your land, this land is my land
From [the] California to the [Staten] New York Island,
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters,
[God blessed America for me.]

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And saw above me that endless skyway,
And saw below me the golden valley, I said:
[God blessed America for me.]

I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
And all around me , a voice was sounding:
[God blessed America for me.]

Was a high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said: Private Property,
But on the back side it didn't say nothing
[God blessed America for me.]

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling;
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:
[God blessed America for me.]

One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
By the Relief Office I saw my people --
As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if
[God blessed America for me.]