get up
put clothes on
find sunshine
make phone calls
meet mum
for lunch
nice cafe
sit outside
eat
home
thankyou for the flowers
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
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.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
my friend shin
shins from south korea but i like tease to her and say she's from japan. she's 31 and enjoys eating korean food, playing the piano and intercessory prayer. i am currently looking for a husband for her. so far none measure up.she is one of the most hilarious people i have met and she doesnt try to be.
she's a little bit odd. she farts often and in public but always asks you first to push her finger. one time we put barbeque tongs in her bed. one time we filled up a rubber glove and put that in her bed. she has an electric blanket even in summer. she sings all the time and says hey man and then makes a face like a lion.
the funniest thing was when she hung out the window yelling at the vanuatu men to get off the trampoline.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
friday late afternoon things get intense so i make some calls and pack an overnight bag. i love packing bags cos it appeals to my minimilist side. pretend i own only the bare essentials.
i go to my best friends house where her and her mum live it is small and they are getting ready for a garage sale they are having tomorrow so every room is full of boxes and books and smells like mothballs. they have a huge flatscreen t.v.
we had stopped off at woolworths and i had spent 15$ on grilled eggplant, swiss cheese avo and semi dried tomatoes. liz bought the crackers and the dip. the three of us sat amongst the boxes in the living room and shovelled the gourmet yumminess into our mouths until we were full. a roast was put on. i went through all their old books and took out the ones i wanted. bought a big rug off liz told them their stuff was way underpriced helped them change their prices. watched its me or the dog got restless smoked a cigar on the patio.
the next door neighbour yells out to lizs mum "what are ya selling" lizs mum lists some stuff off and when she says mixmaster the neighbour yells SOLD! and gives her 5$ over the fence. lizs mum comes into the house goes into the back room gets the mixmaster hands it over the fence.
woke up on a mattress in the loungeroom there is a jar beside my head it is the jar full of liz's baby teeth that are now 20 years old at least. i'm sure she did it on purpose. i threaten to sell them at the garage sale for 2 bucks.
we have no table so we prop a door up on two bar stools. the neighbour comes out yells "how much for the table?' we say no its not a table she goes back inside.
lizs mums friend marilyn comes over she is sweet and has just had an operation to help her lose weight. she gets out of the car her husband is driving i remember that he has severe depression. i wolf whistle at her cos she is sweet and she has lost weight and i want ther to know she is beautiful.
she is put in charge of the money. liz's mum gets more motivated the more she sells. she stalks around the garage in her black riding stirrup-like pants talking to the customers coming over to us every now and then getting change from marilyn who is in charge of the money.
a man haggles the price on the dresser she stands her ground.
we eat crossiants. liz sits on the top step tapping on her lap top she is writing a story. marilyn is on the bottom step wrapped in a blanket with a 1$ sticker on it clutching the money tin and a book on islam. i sit on the middle step drinking coffee watching people.
the neighbour comes out buys a lot of stuff yells over at us about her cats and her husbands job then goes back inside the house.
later she comes back fills her arms up with teddy bears all of them are lizs one of them liz doesnt want to part with. liz whispers "suzy i dont want to sell the brown bear" i understand. these things can be sentimental and she only put 50 cents on it.
i take the bear from the pile the lady has made and i sit on the step and hug it close. she comes to pay for her purchase looks for the bear. i say sorry i dont want o sell the bear now" she says "PLEASE!" i dont know what to do so i just drop my head down and hold the bear tight and wait. liz says susie please take it inside she's staring at you. i pretend to cry. first i just shake then i whimper then i howl a little bit. then for the heck of it i make it louder. liz says susie everyone is looking at you.
i keep my head down i dont look up and i run into the house. have a chuckle watch the snowboarding on tele. one guy did a 54m rail slide.
lizs mum sells nearly everything. she says she is making soup for lunch so i go home.
it was a good day had by all.
last time i checked liz's mum made nearly 200$ and i scored some sweet books to make into journals.......
the end.
i go to my best friends house where her and her mum live it is small and they are getting ready for a garage sale they are having tomorrow so every room is full of boxes and books and smells like mothballs. they have a huge flatscreen t.v.
we had stopped off at woolworths and i had spent 15$ on grilled eggplant, swiss cheese avo and semi dried tomatoes. liz bought the crackers and the dip. the three of us sat amongst the boxes in the living room and shovelled the gourmet yumminess into our mouths until we were full. a roast was put on. i went through all their old books and took out the ones i wanted. bought a big rug off liz told them their stuff was way underpriced helped them change their prices. watched its me or the dog got restless smoked a cigar on the patio.
the next door neighbour yells out to lizs mum "what are ya selling" lizs mum lists some stuff off and when she says mixmaster the neighbour yells SOLD! and gives her 5$ over the fence. lizs mum comes into the house goes into the back room gets the mixmaster hands it over the fence.
woke up on a mattress in the loungeroom there is a jar beside my head it is the jar full of liz's baby teeth that are now 20 years old at least. i'm sure she did it on purpose. i threaten to sell them at the garage sale for 2 bucks.
we have no table so we prop a door up on two bar stools. the neighbour comes out yells "how much for the table?' we say no its not a table she goes back inside.
lizs mums friend marilyn comes over she is sweet and has just had an operation to help her lose weight. she gets out of the car her husband is driving i remember that he has severe depression. i wolf whistle at her cos she is sweet and she has lost weight and i want ther to know she is beautiful.
she is put in charge of the money. liz's mum gets more motivated the more she sells. she stalks around the garage in her black riding stirrup-like pants talking to the customers coming over to us every now and then getting change from marilyn who is in charge of the money.
a man haggles the price on the dresser she stands her ground.
we eat crossiants. liz sits on the top step tapping on her lap top she is writing a story. marilyn is on the bottom step wrapped in a blanket with a 1$ sticker on it clutching the money tin and a book on islam. i sit on the middle step drinking coffee watching people.
the neighbour comes out buys a lot of stuff yells over at us about her cats and her husbands job then goes back inside the house.
later she comes back fills her arms up with teddy bears all of them are lizs one of them liz doesnt want to part with. liz whispers "suzy i dont want to sell the brown bear" i understand. these things can be sentimental and she only put 50 cents on it.
i take the bear from the pile the lady has made and i sit on the step and hug it close. she comes to pay for her purchase looks for the bear. i say sorry i dont want o sell the bear now" she says "PLEASE!" i dont know what to do so i just drop my head down and hold the bear tight and wait. liz says susie please take it inside she's staring at you. i pretend to cry. first i just shake then i whimper then i howl a little bit. then for the heck of it i make it louder. liz says susie everyone is looking at you.
i keep my head down i dont look up and i run into the house. have a chuckle watch the snowboarding on tele. one guy did a 54m rail slide.
lizs mum sells nearly everything. she says she is making soup for lunch so i go home.
it was a good day had by all.
last time i checked liz's mum made nearly 200$ and i scored some sweet books to make into journals.......
the end.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
its the start of something...
some pictures of my books and a really encouraging blog about them....http://www.creativescootin.blogspot.com/
more books
if you want to purchase any of my books you can email me on tristessa_8@hotmail.com. i am not on etsy or anything like that because i do not have a credit card...hehe...though i am an avid ebayer...so fun man! i just received my ray ban wayfarers in the mail this morning which made me jump up and down
more books..................
this one i made out of old book pages and bound with my old fairy lights...they
lasted me so long and were very faithful so i had to put them to use...
i took the photos in the late afternoon sun and i love how they turned out
my handmade books
this little red book is one of my newest. i made it out of an old "miro" book so it has some of his pictures throughout. i really love the little french writing in the front. i am running out of guitar strings to use for binding them so will have to figure out a way to get more.
i took my books to the west end market last weekend for the first time, i sold a lot and got great feedback which was really motivating.
as a kid i got in trouble for cutting stuff up=now it is a way of income!
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