ginger rogers fred astaire

real beauty

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dASVYhUCYMM

a really fun night. i love these guys

we found a couch on curbside collect and chris wanted it for his house. and i was wondering where he would put it ini his house cos its narrow and small and already there is hardly enough room for people. we took it home but it gave me an idea. so the next night i threw a birthday party for chris at his house and i bought my camera. after everyone had left (it was a squash man) we took the couch back to the streets and got some pictures.

my favourite part of the night was having the servo guy yell at us from behind the glass. we got the message even though we couldnt hear him; GET OUT YOU DRUNKS! except we were totally sober. in fact we had spent the first part of the night playing charades. why do p[eople expect the worst man?

books

lately i've been selling a tonne of books which is good but its hard becos i dont want to start mass producing. ken helsor says if you start focussing on profit you will comprimise on creativity.

stuff i made on gimp

first books i ever made

yeah i should go back to painting on them

to the markets!

its a good feeling when people like the art you do..its weird..all the time i have spent and so much of myself goes into each book and then its written in and cherished by another person...arrgh it makes my toes curl with the glee of it

to the markets!

getting upat 3 am is hard but 3 of my friends came along to help which made a really fun experience..i love them and i had such a good day

julia buys a book

last night

i am depressed but you come over and spend the afternoon with me reading aloud your journal to me running downstairs for cups of tea and plungers of coffee "ready steady cook" on the t.v on mute.
its been a running joke now that if your watching that program if you catch yourself saying "ready steady cook" if you find comfort in peter everett you really are depressed and you need to call someone and tell them
we plan the weekend glorious plans-you bring the lights and i'll bring the chairs and we'll eat out of tins for all we care it doesnt matter when your beside the ocean and with friends
i want to move there i want to run away do something wild and stupid but
it takes too much planning and
i hate goodbyes
we go to woolworths because you are hungry and there is a fierce wind out and i'm still scared of cars since being hit by one so i look left and right and left and right again too many times with my heart beating too fast
but we make it back home no worries decide to go to the musical that you keep raving on about the best of broadway you have seen it twice already and want to go again want to go again..
the huge pile of clothes on my floor is dirty i have no problems wearing them but you do. we dress up i feel crap we drive to your house you get dressed while i wait out the front and stare at your neighbours.


what a bloody brilliant thrilling musical!
how utterly captivating! i thought i would cry for the joy i felt when ten people with amazing strong voices sang together and that blonde guy singing that song what was that song from jesus christ superstar? i hardly breathed through it
i could watch that musical every night for a week.
you kept wooping loudly after every song amidst the thunder of applause, i think you would have stood up and wooped through the whole thing if you could have. funny that when nancy came with you she took photos with the flash on.
you know when something is good when you dont even think in it becos you are so captured in it.
so it was a bad day but a good night and a long sleep and some pleasant dreams (for once)..

mmmm hhmm...

check it....how beautiful man..i should move to a country where the train tickets are colored..and then i could sew them together and make wall pieces

learning to use gimp

i finally tackled gimp..which is a photoshop-like program that you can download for free..so much fun man...i remember i had a friend who was so organic and hippy and then he discovered how to make art on the computer and after that he went a bit nuts (hi lawrence!) and i can sympathise now cos virtual image manipulation is addictive..

next step-photoshop pro baby...................

photos

my friends kitchen and (below) her kitchen window. printed on antique book pages.

playing with light. i love the shape of this shadow..

things to do when your down;

3) look at old record sleeves...

tears behind sunglasses
give a dam.
is it really right for girls to get this strong?
(my friend says yes she says look at history)
wearing my weapons on the outside a belt of bullets
fear.

a hill and then its flat and then a ditch
i walk dont ride my bike now since i got hit

why do i always dream you've left me why do i dream i cant get home i wake up aching

i'll fold my arms
a silent child
and wait

fiercely angry but
you say you are who you say you are
so i will wait

rain; a beautiful inconvenience

i have some pictures on my camera but uploading them now would involve moving the batteries from my gameboy back to my camera and that would involve going back to my room which would involve braving the rain trying not to slip over getting wet so stuff it.
so i shall have a rant instead.

i didnt sleep last night hardly at all i dont know why we watched notes on a scandal before bed, judy dench is amazing. i wake up at 5 but i think it is 2 and i wonder why the morning birds are out. watch a movie in my bed then there is a power cut i sit alone in the dark with my bowl of cereal.
i think about what i am going to do when and how and what if? and i get anxiety and i have to fight it.
i pray. ish. one of the watered down prayers that lack faith.
i pray for faith and i wait and i breathe and i dont dont dont want anxiety.
it starts to rain it comes down hard and loud.
a crack and then a crumble of thunder, layers of sound.
i try and read hemingway cos i want to appreciate hemingway cos i know hemingway is good but i dont follow it and i am bored.
get up run through rain slide in thongs squeal.
lights and people...
ah ha!

thursday already

last week i got swooped by magpies 3 times and i got hit by a car once.
i'm ok though

more books..................

the one with the gun on it is one of the first ones i ever made and is still one of my favourites. i'm glad to have not sold it yet.....

handmade books

handmade books

a bunch of little notebooks. i made the brown one out of an old leather wallet and it is my favourite. it has a tree stamped on the front

today

get up
put clothes on
find sunshine

make phone calls
meet mum
for lunch

nice cafe
sit outside
eat

home
thankyou for the flowers

i sold this book yesterday to a guy from norway. i wish i could pronounce his name.

another book

it says the end of a season means the beginning of a new one. and the first page says and "and i will not be afraid" made from floor vinyl and bound with wool.

today

my friend prina. this is a really beautiful shot of her. she showed up randomly today which was a nice surprise. we biked over to the art studio sat on the couches talked deeply i can share my heart with her without having to hold back becos she always understands and always loves. i cry cos she speaks into the pain going on inside and she brings me clarity.i sketch. we get restless and she is hungry so we zoom down the hill on our bikes to the fish and chip shop where i took this photo. this little kid who looked about 8 was working the coffee machine. i was impressed and made a comment about it and the guy there snapped at me HES 14! yeah right..prina buys a burger i got a coffee made by an 8 year old that turns out to be really good and even has a perfect cremor...we went back to the studio i drew 3 pictures of her in pressed charcoal.