Brief political interlude: How Should One Vote?

What a good tool. GetUp have revived my hope in hope. That, and the fact that my father, who I would certainly vote for if I could, is volunteering for the Greens. That revives my hope in hope too, people I trust doing things that they believe will help others. I like idealism. I wish there were more idealists active out there.

I am also digging the Colbert Report. Truthiness for all!

And making lots of things. Just wait! They're so good, my new things I've made/I'm making.

NITBTPM

November is "too busy to post" month.

Another day nothing done.

All the disadvantages of being frozen, but none of the benefits.

I need to get past some crap work I don't want to do (and haven't been able to make myself do) so I'm able to do my own thing.

I'm sitting on two chairs (or whatever that German phrase is). Can't do new thing until old thing I won't do is done.

Meantime, my life trickles away quietly.

I am reading

This:

It's really, really good.

This sentence is a link to a short but good Self interview that's characteristically cut-to-the-chase-y

Not that I'm a graphics nerd

... because I'm totally not at all. But this conversion of quirky-yet-ordinary indie film still to grabby awesome poster image is pretty good.


Shazam!


Basically I just like how they've souped up the sleeping bags.

Five More Weeks

Man, I wish they'd hurry up and have this election already. I can't stand the suspense.

some stay dry and others feel the pain

Man, we just held the nicest dinner party. Sam and Felicity and Chris came. They are all new friends, and the nicest/bestest.

I made salmon with kaffir limes leaves and ginger, a rocket and parmesan salad and roast vegies with garlic and rosemary. We had baba ganoosh and yummy cheese first. We used the lovely embroidered green tablecloth. Maddy made chocolate mousse with cinnamon/honey yoghurt and bluberries for dessert.

It was good!

We drank three bottles of wine and half a bottle of rose.

Life good etc.

Work Two

Fimo. Fishing line. Existential crisis.

Together at last!

Here is where the sky is blue

I am staying at my parents' house while I prepare work for a show in their city.

They have the most beautiful garden, which my mother in particular obsessively works on. It's tasteful and alive and not fussy, and there are secret places and different levels to discover all around the perimeter of the house.

My mum has a great sense of colour and design, but is loose enough with the garden that it has an energy and a sense of a life of its own.


My dad used to grow a lot of vegetables, but because of the lack of any rain, ever, he's sworn off it. My mother has invented all sorts of crazy water recycling systems involving drip systems made out of pipes, hoses, plastic bottles and a customised wheelie bin. They've ripped up all the dead brown lawns and put in brown, I dunno, woody stuff. Chips. You know, it gets stuck all over your feet. Because it doesn't rain where they live any more. Ever.



Visiting them in spring makes me want to move to a country acreage and make compost. Unfortunately, I have no money for that and would probably find it too lonely by myself.

Signs

This stuff is from a show called Metadrawing. It's Fimo and cotton thread. No paper. Poor quality images. But you can see that. Work's good, but. That is all.

I Can't Sleep

Stupid self-sabotaging brain.

Seasonally adjusted

I was offline

now I am back online

me me me

back back back

yay etc

Anyway, what I wanted to say was that it's getting more summery and today I even went for a swim. I love the energy you get when the seasons change.

Last night I watched that new Joe Strummer movie. I have scary lust after circa'80 Joe Strummer. I mean, look (Joe on left, ahem):


And of course:


I like this one too:


Look, I just like him that's all.

Don't worry, regular art-related programming will return shortly.

other bits of work

This is interesting

It's about a ruling to do with artist's intentions.

work one

Um ...

You know when you go to the kitchen or wherever to get something, but by the time you get there you've forgotten what you wanted, but when you go back to where you were when you wanted it you remember what it was again?* That's me on this blog. What the hell was I gonna say?

Cripes.

*NB could be just me. I hope not

! Help!

What should I call my show/video? It is a video of my working desk, like, a horizonatal pan of it. Then there's another horizontal pan (I mean a tracking shot, I guess) from a higher angle. Then one from a higher angle still. The desk has on it the fake objects I make out of Fimo along with the real objects and a bunch of normal working crap like pens and shit. Some things that you can see from the front you can't see from the top, and vice versa. Then the camera does a continuous aerial shot of the desk, stopping to 'look' at various things and framing them into compositions based on similarities between objects. All the while there are subtitles that get sillier and sillier as you go along, telling you how to look at the objects, and what to think about while you look at them.

It's fairly obscure.

You've got 10 hours to make suggestions.

Throw me a line here!

Have you ever seen this?

odd feeling in belly shock

I feel WEIRD.

What's that they say, I feel peculiar I think I should go outside or something?

I have all these projects still to be done. Yesterday I told my supervisor who is working full time and finishing his law degree on the weekends that the only way out is through.

Why can't I take my own advice?

Take it already! Jeez.

I made this

And then somebody bought it off me and put it in their dining room and sent me a picture of it on Facebook.