Sunday, September 14, 2014

Do I really need / another habit like you

I'm not quite sure where I'm at at the moment. I'm neither here nor there. Today I installed my exhibition 'Long time no see' at Daine Singer. We're probably about 75% finished, I'm still waiting on some things coming back from the printers and will need to hang them. When I was walking around the gallery today looking at all my paintings on the wall - it felt strange as it seemed like just yesterday I was sitting at Daine's desk thinking about how I didn't know if I could pull this show together. But I did! It practically was just yesterday, too, I think it was about the 21st of August, just after art fair, when I considered the fact that I might not actually have enough time to do it. Now that I HAVE done it, I'm a bit shell shocked. And, feeling a little aimless as for the first time in like four months I don't have any paintings lined up to complete. They're all out of my room and I'm remembering how big my surroundings are when I don't have large canvases looming over my desk and bed.

This is the blurb that I wrote for the exhibition:

I seem to be growing more concerned with my perception of time. While it can be dull, thumping, and slow moving, equally I lament as it rapidly slips away. I collect objects, archive memories and document exchanges in vain attempts to paralyze and embrace the present whilst simultaneously wishing for future utopian paradises. It’s contradictory, wanting that which is always just out of reach and longing back to something I'm not even sure existed. The present is something I decorate with remnants of the past in an attempt to freeze frame vignettes of elation and lightness of being, while it is also something I curse and dismiss onward further into the unknown. I don't know how long a long time is.

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I'm excited for my exhibition opening on Saturday (still deciding on what to wear!), but I've got a big week leading up to it. Progress with my book is heating up, and I'm desperately brainstorming trying to decide on a title. Titles are so important to me, I probably spend longer coming up with the titles for my paintings than I do painting them. I like abstract and elusive titles, and these are perfect for paintings and art works - however, for a book, I have to come to a sort of compromise in that the titles sort of signposts what the book is about but still has that kind of magically monumental presence that I look for in a name. What's in a name? Everything.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Do you know where you're going to

At the Camberwell market on Sunday with my new old suitcase!
The stripy '70s sweater dress I bought at Savers on Saturday
So squinty!
Cardigan and a Yogi Bear book from Savers on Saturday

Detail of a new painting that will be in my upcoming show at Daine Singer! (opens 20th Sept)
Before catching the train on Saturday night
Lots of pictures of myself over the past few days! I have had a very social weekend, and yesterday I had the happiest day I've had in a long time. I was so glad for it!

On Friday night, I went to my friend Georgia's city apartment that she has recently bought! She only moved in a week prior, and it was so amazingly decked out and exciting that it's spurring me on even more to save my pennies for my own place. To know that a friend of mine who's only a little bit older than me can do it, makes me feel like I can do it. Eee! So my friend Georgie and I hung out with Georgia in her snazzy apartment for a girl's night on Friday night. It was so so nice, and we got pizza from a little place just downstairs and it was delicious and drank wine and came to many conclusions about pretty much every circumstance in each of our lives. (Mostly mine...) I tend to dominate girl-time with my own emotional woes and do occasionally feel like a mild burden despite my friend's reassuring me it's not so. It really helped, though, and on Saturday I woke feeling a little lighter.

During the day on Saturday I worked on my paintings and did some emails blah blah. Then I went to Savers in the afternoon and bought a few books and some cute knitwear (despite the approaching warmer weather) My favourite purchase was the green stripy '70s sweater dress I'm wearing above.

Saturday night I met my friend Cheralyn for dinner (I had pizza again, whoops) and that was really really nice. She'd just returned from a trip to the states where she visited all my dream locations - Salvation Mountain, Salton Sea and Slab City. It was really exciting to hear about them all first hand. Then, we went to meet some more friends for drinks to farewell our buddy who's going overseas. That was fun, all the 'usuals' were there and I had a good time.

On Sunday, the weather was glorious. I had a bit of a sleep-in (for once) but woke up with enough time to get to the Camberwell market reasonably early with my Mum and sister. I love the Camberwell market. I know it's pretty trendy now but I reckon it still has good stuff if you're willing to pay for it. If you 'apply yourself' (haha) you can still find a bargain too. Anyway I wore my new stripy dress and my gingham sunglasses and had bare legs and no socks with my clogs. It was so brilliant. Mum and Dad used to sell potted herbs at the Camberwell market in the '70s and there's this woman who used to be at the market every week with them back then, and she STILL goes now, every week and has a stall and she's about 90 or something. I'm really getting good at bargaining from watching that daggy show 'American Pickers' on TV about those guys who go around in a van picking their nose. I got the suitcase I'm holding in the first picture for $45, which I didn't think was TOO bad given that is has all the original stickers and even a flight tag from the '60s on it plus it's so Wes Anderson I couldn't not.

When I got home I opened up the suitcase and realised that the seller had left a bunch of stuff in there, including these really hilariously creepy balding toys from the '60s some of which have no eyes and detached legs etc. I literally couldn't stop laughing...

Here are some close ups of the amazing stickers on the case!

Sunday night, I went to my Nanna's place with my family to celebrate Father's day. It was really lovely, we had fish and chips and just ate it on our laps on the couch talking and laughing with my little cousins. The perfect end to a really nice and socially active weekend. I got back down to work today, sort of, and I'm feeling like my exhibition is under control. Here's the Facebook event page with all the details about the exhibition opening and the duration/opening times etc :) It's very weird, but, I think I may actually be looking forward to it!

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Paint water

I am actually sending myself round the bend preparing for my rapidly approaching exhibition at Daine Singer. I've been working long hours from home, mostly on paintings but also slotting in time for illustration jobs and other miscellaneous creative commitments. It's truly maddening. I am, thus far, happy with what I have produced. However, I am worried that the works in the exhibition will seem disparate and inconsistent. I have made a selection of paintings, that to me right now - seem to be really different from each other. I think the thing I struggle with most is coming up with a body of work for an exhibition in which each work seems to relate and bounce off each other. The more I think about it, the more different the paintings turn out from each other. I remember when I was in Uni and that thought never even occurred to me, I just made work as it came to me and somehow it fit together brilliantly. The key obviously is not to think about it too much but now that the seed is planted in my mind, and I am under rather intense time constraints - I can't get it off my mind.

I took a day off from my art stuff to speak at the Melbourne Writer's Festival on Sunday with my friend Brodie and other amazing babes Michelle Law, Bhakthi Puvanenthiran and Eliza Sarlos. The event was called 'Amazing Babes' and hosted by Anna Barnes. We got to talk about an amazing babe who's been influential and inspiring for us, and I spoke about Ella Hooper because she is the greatest.

I'm going to post the talk right here so you can read it if you want to!

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Amazing Babe
Ella Hooper

Written by Minna Gilligan.

I think essentially, all the women in my life are amazing babes - so it was challenging to pick just a single one to talk about here today.

The Amazing Babe I am going to talk about, however, I've known my whole life - albeit on different levels, and she has been consistently inspiring and sparkling from the very beginning.

Some of you might know of Ella Hooper, a brilliant singer and songwriter originally from Violet Town in country Victoria. As a teenager - sharp and wise beyond her years (not unlike a younger Tavi Gevinson), her and her brother started writing songs and making music together.

They entered and won a 1996 Triple J competition with a song titled 'Kettle'. The lyrics read "Kettle's boiling in the other room, didn't know that life would end so soon." To hear such dark words leaving the mouth of someone so youthful, was spellbinding - not unlike a fresh faced Stevie Nicks singing Landslide in 1975. It seemed otherworldly, like young Ella was a medium communicating tales of love and loss from a past life.

Ella has always had a aura of magic surrounding her. It was this magic, I believe - that weaved itself amongst the music she made - and initially captured my heart and ears in 1997 when I was just seven years old.

After the Triple J competition win, Ella and her brother made their musical ties to each other more formal and formed a band called Killing Heidi. Some of you may remember their debut album 'Reflector'. In 1997 my Dad went to Europe for the first time, and the gifts he bought me back were a very fancy silver Sony disc man and the first Killing Heidi album.

On a 1998 road trip with my family, we took a pit stop in Violet Town, the country town where Ella grew up. I had on my denim jacket with my discman stuffed - only just fitting - in my pocket. The headphones came out of my pocket and were permanently inserted into my ears. We walked the Sunday afternoon deserted main street of Violet Town, past the Op Shop. In the window of the Op Shop was a wooden bed head, signed with white out in scrawling cursive by Ella. I looked at it. I looked at my parents. I begged them to buy it for me. I begged them until we got to our destination before I finally accepted it wasn't happening.

This was Amazing babe fandom in its first stages. Ella's lyrics shaped and moulded my little brain into one that had its own potential to be an amazing babe someday. I put the tracks 'Weir' and 'Live Without It' on repeat. "I know about what goes on in there, But I know better not to sit and stare" made me feel smarter than anyone ever gave me credit for. Weir prepared me as well as possible for love and loss.

Ella Hooper was like a spiritual guide for me and many others like me as I was growing up. A cool older sibling that I never had who confirmed that being different, creative, on the outskirts - was okay. It was even cool.

This was why, many years later in 2012, I jumped up and down because I got an out of the blue email from Ella Hooper herself, exclaiming excitedly that she loved my blog, my work, and that she'd love ME to design an album cover for her debut solo album. Before I could even rub my eyes to check if it was a dream, the wheels were in motion. Ella sent me all the unreleased tracks to listen to for inspiration. At the time I listened to them almost exclusively for a couple of weeks. It was a secret privilege. Ella narrated my childhood and early adolescence and suddenly she was narrating my early 20s. It felt right, and I was so elated to know that my childlike love for her was so apparent because we were kindred spirits.

The gap between fangirl to friend had been bridged and I couldn't have been happier. When I met Ella in person for the first time I was only just able to resist bringing my copy of Reflector for her to sign. We caught up at a cafe on Smith Street and I was like, sweating and shaking nervous. As soon as she arrived, though, I was at ease. Amazing babes do not make you feel inadequate or anxious. Their amazing presence makes YOU feel amazing, too.

Ella has a remarkable way with words, her wisdom and sparks transform any regular old cafe or space into somewhere magical, where you are captivated by her tales and anecdotes of her worldly adventures and all the people she's met along the way. When she talks to you, you feel as though she is giving you her full undivided attention. You could be the only person in the room. 

She may not know it, but she's taught me how to take an immensely average period of heartbreak and sad face emojis and make it into something beautiful. She has taught me the circular nature of encounters and experiences, and how you can come out of the other side of them with a flooring piece of music, or an artwork, or a piece of writing, and that makes it all worth it.

I recently saw Ella play an obviously brilliant solo gig at Shebeen in the city. The crowd was more intimate than the world stage she occupied all those years ago, but those that were there had this sort of unspoken affinity with each other. We knew all too well how rare and remarkable the girl on the stage pouring out her most intimate feelings was. We'd each had some sort of magically memorable encounter with her that cemented her status as a beyond amazing babe - from simply listening to her music on a discman in the '90s to having the privilege of having her as a real presence in your life.

In her song 'Weir', Ella sings:
"Will you make it in the end?
Through all the twists and bends,
will you fulfill your dreams?"
And she makes you believe that you will.

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Anyway, so I had a great but busy day on Sunday. It was probably good for me to get away from my paintings for a little while and actually talk to other humans, as well. That afternoon after I finished my talk, I was invited by Dumbo Feather to be interviewed as a part of Caravan Conversations which was a really cool Melbourne Writer's Festival thing where you go into this vintage caravan in Federation Square with the interviewer from Dumbo Feather, and there are four other people in there who've bought tickets to come to the interview not knowing who is being interviewed. You all sit together around this bench seat and there are like three cameras in there filming and it was rather hot but was a really great experience. I was interviewed by Amandine Thomas who had a brilliant French accent and was lovely. It's going to be put online somewhere, so I'll link it when it's up :)

Amandine and I in the caravan on Sunday

How have I not mentioned until now... SPRING is here and the weather on the weekend was A+ perfecto I mean I had a short sleeve top on I was squinting it was amazing.

Yay it's the amazing babes! L to R: Brodie, Me, Eliza, Anna, Bhakthi and Michelle.
Okay so I admit, I went to Savers on Monday... but I was only not doing work for like an hour, I promise! ha. If you'd believe this, I hadn't been to Savers in month! That's how busy I've been. So I thought a quick trip would provide a bit of a stimulus to keep on trucking! It did. It also provided arguably the best image I've found to date...


I literally stopped breathing when I saw it. It is just the ultimate culmination of all my wildest dreams and it was REAL. Ugh. I love it so much that I don't even know what to do with it except stare at it. Perhaps this image can just exist without me making it into a collage. We'll see...

Above - a little snap of a painting I was working on this morning. Below - some illustrations I was working on this afternoon for a commission.

I got the most brilliant, totally unexpected surprise in the mail yesterday. A box came for me that I hadn't ordered, and in it were the below mugs. After thirty seconds of being pleasingly perplexed I caught sight of the receipt, and on it was a note from Joe. It was the single nicest, out of the blue gesture anyone has ever done for me! Sweeeeeet :) not to mention very practical given my chosen profession! ha ha.

The postman also delivered more joy in the form of a Kenzo dress for me to wear to my opening at Daine Singer (20th of September FYI!) Is it weird that all I want to wear at the moment is Kenzo? Believe me, if I could afford to, I would, but I feel if I could afford to, I wouldn't be fussed either way.

More soon X

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

This one is for you baby

I need to write something out tonight but I'm not entirely sure how to go about doing it, and even what it is exactly. I don't feel I can be as explicit on here as I used to be able to when no one really read this thing. Since the art fair I've been very busy, but in a lonely way. Working largely from home I can go whole days without speaking to a soul, except perhaps the postman. That is a radical change from art fair week where I literally lost my voice from talking so much, meeting so many people. When I go from one extreme to the other I tend to get a little antsy.

This is only one of many dichotomies I currently find myself navigating. I go between glamourous exhibition openings with gesticulating conversations, meeting person after person and immediately forgetting their names, to lonesome days in front of my paintings - the very paintings that get me to these exhibition openings - singing along to Stevie Nicks or specific sentimental songs that remind me of sentimental people. I am emotionally invested in something but unable to be physically invested. I go between thinking time passes all too quickly without the chance to savour a single second to thinking that it's a slow motion eternity. I want things that if I had them I wouldn't want them anymore.

I am in a brilliant, strange and glistening place at the moment. But it is unfamiliar. It is treacherous. I am making decisions and steering across uncharted territory in my work life, my love life, my social life (okay, all aspects of my life). I am getting older. The overarching protection bubble of youth no longer totally safeguards me and I feel exposed to the elements. I am asking questions that only I can know the answers to.

This is not necessarily a bad thing. It's a good thing. I am learning so much, feeling so much that I've never felt before - the good and the bad. My world seems so much wider now that I know my feelings can transgress oceans, now that I think of events in my life as pieces of a larger puzzle rather than a singular entity that exists outside of a greater plan.

I feel almost like a different person to the self I knew last year. I was so compromised, so enamored with the familiar. It was easy, but I that's exactly why I decided I didn't want it anymore. This year has been a self-exploratory year and it's been remarkable.

Minna Gilligan, 'For you baby', 2014, collage.
The series of badges I designed for Melbourne Art Fair. I am doing a giveaway to win these on my Instagram! @minnagilligan 
In my studio on Monday
Working at home today
Brodie and I at the Melbourne Writer's Festival opening party on Saturday night
As an aside to the rather intense personal rant above (hi guys!) - Brodie and I (plus other amazing gals!) will be speaking at the 'Amazing Babes' event for under 20s this coming Sunday the 31st. We are speaking about women who have influenced us - Brodie is speaking about Tavi and I am speaking about Ella Hooper :) More information and tickets here:

Thanks for reading as always X

Friday, August 22, 2014

Blue blue electric blue

Waiting for the train this morning pouting like a character from John Water's Cry Baby
The glorious sky today from my office window - Spring in the air
My desk on Thursday morning
'I got plenty of blues and sorta bad news', 2014, acrylic and collage on found image.
This week I have learnt something very important. I have learnt how and when to say no. Literally up until right now, I have said yes to pretty much every business opportunity that has come my way. Someone once said to me "You'll wake up when you're thirty and wonder what happened" - implying that I am a bit of a 'one hit wonder' and don't have what it takes to back it up and turn my practice into a lifelong vocation. Comments and insecurities such as these have led me to have a smear of impostor syndrome - putting all my successes down to luck and coincidence. In this frame of mind, I would grasp onto most decent opportunities that came my way - no matter what, because I thought it could potentially be my last chance. I would half kill myself trying to please everyone with my yeses, trying to do as much as I could to prove myself to myself and to those who had thoughts similar to the: "You'll wake up when you're thirty and wonder what happened" person.

After probably a good 3 years of working in this way, I finally have built up the confidence to say "no" when something doesn't feel right, when a deadline is too tight, when - if I said yes - I'd be working day and night half killing myself to get it done. I no longer have to work in this way. I can curate my career more so than I thought. It's not just a random chain of events and opportunities that I must adhere to. This has been revolutionary for me.

I want my art practice obviously to have integrity, and I also want it to have longevity. I need to start making conscious decisions that will make that possible. I am still learning. Saying no is a thousand times harder than saying yes. Saying yes to everything is associated with spinelessness. I need to be tougher and more fierce in realizing my vision. I need to have a plan, a trajectory for achieving what I want. One hit wonders don't think this way. In seven years, on the morning of my 30th birthday, I am determined to wake up, call that person and tell them how successful and bad ass I am.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Bella Donna

To sum it all up:

Image taken by Carolyn West of me amongst my work at the Windsor hotel as a part of Spring 1883.
I have been delaying writing this post because I don't think anything I write could do justice to how busy and brilliant the past week has been. Truly. I'm on such a high and the image of me jumping on the bed is just the perfect summary of it all. Gosh.

This exact time last week I was putting the finishing touches on my installation 'Almost Forever' at The Windsor Hotel as a part of Spring 1883. That day, I'd risen at 5.30am and headed into the exhibition building loaded up with all my work, a bunch of plants, pots and a high visibility vest (so fashion) to install my work for the Melbourne Art Fair. I didn't quite believe I could do two major installs in one day, but I did. I was so proud of myself. However, I couldn't have done it without the help of my Dad, Daine, Jordi and Ben.

Early morning Art Fair install on Tuesday with Jordi
A very tired me beginning install at the Windsor for Spring 1883
Wednesday was a day for very last minute adjustments, and a bit of racing about waiting for a late delivery at the Melbourne Art Fair, an odd lunch alone across the road from the Exhibition building, a very busy Spring 1883 VIP preview at the Windsor in the afternoon, getting changed into my Kenzo jumpsuit in the toilets ready for the opening night at the Art Fair - Vernissage.

The Kenzo jumpsuit yahoo!

Vernissage was lots of fun, I really had a great time and was beaming all night. I thought I would be incredibly stressed but even before any champagne I was far more relaxed than I thought I would be. I think because before the week begun I'd instilled the "pace yourself/stay calm" mantra in my mind and it actually worked. My Mum, Dad and Aunty came along and I was really glad to have them there - I think they all had a great time, too! I felt no pressure to spend time with any one person, I floated about with different people the entire night, many of my friends were there and if I was alone at any point I always had my stand to go back to with my buddies Laura and Ben working there. The Vernissage ended at 10pm and I went to the after party at The Carlton Club briefly with friends Laura, Amelia and Zoe. We were joking that maybe there'd be a tab on the bar and I was very definite that there would not be, we'd already had free Chandon all night at the Vernissage... but when we went to the bar our drinks were indeed free and it was a brilliant yet shocking realization! This was in stark contrast to the usual art events we all attended and it was quite the novelty.

Mum and I at Vernissage in front of my work
Thursday morning was a very civilized 'Champagne Breakfast' at the Windsor for Spring 1883! I wore the most amazing Tsumori Chisato bubble sleeved top that I bought off Ebay - I don't have a picture of it on but I'll get one soon. It is so so elegant and I absolutely love it. It's black and white so I felt very sophisticated - perfect for a morning of pastry eating and listening to a harp player in the Grand Ballroom of the Windsor hotel. After that, I went to the Art Fair to spend time at my stand. That evening I was looking forward to my second night out in a row - to Loop Bar for the Spring 1883 Artist Party. I invited some of my friends so it was going to be good fun! Georgie (who was also working at the Art Fair!) and I left together to meet friends for dinner and have another celebratory champagne! After we all had something to eat (I had pizza yum!) Daine texted me and told me they were still at the Windsor in the Neon Parc suite, and for us all to meet her there. That was very glamorous with people mixing us negronis (too strong for me!) and music. I then had the grand idea to show my friends my installation in our room before we went to Loop bar - so I put on the Lava lamps and some Barry White and we lay about on the bed and danced and drank champagne from the mini hotel fridge. It was great to have my close friends there, I was glad we made that detour.

Loop Bar was so, so much fun. I thought I'd be collapsing from exhaustion, but when we got there Darren Sylvester was just starting his DJ set, and I danced from the minute I arrived to the minute I left. I had an absolute ball. So many people who make me happy were there on the dancefloor. It was all I wanted. Daine was buying Georgie and I light beers so we'd "last longer!" and I felt so grateful for the people in my life who are looking out for me. It felt so lovely.

I caught a cab home alone for the second night in a row and didn't even care about the cost or the time, I was just feeling so elated. I couldn't believe that I didn't feel tired.

Friday morning, though, that tiredness hit me like a freight train. I dragged myself out of bed and couldn't be bothered washing my hair or coming up with an exciting outfit. I was meeting my Nanna in the city to take her to see the Art Fair, so that was pretty low maintenance and luckily I didn't need to look too glamorous! I loved taking my Nanna around and showing her my work, getting her in for free and taking her to get a coffee and stuff. It was really nice. My family are my biggest supporters, every single person in my family made the effort to come and see me and my work over the duration of the fairs. It meant so much to me.

Friday morning with my LOVE badge ;)
Saturday I had a photo shoot with Carolyn West at my Spring 1883 room. I was absolutely stoked with the results. I came up with the outfits and Carolyn worked her magic behind the camera. I had such a fun time and felt really relaxed in front of the camera. You can view all the photos here on Carolyn's blog!
After that, another Melbourne Art Fair afternoon loomed - they also took my photo that day looking rather unenthused:

Saturday night I was invited to yet another party, but just could not bring myself to make an appearance. I'd already begun to lose my voice after talking literally non-stop for the week, and I felt my introvert self had really made a monumental effort so far and I caught the train home when the fair closed at 6pm. The last day was looming and I couldn't quite believe it - the last day looming also meant that deinstall was looming, which I was rather dreading!

Sunday also meant that my family was coming to visit, including my beautiful little twin cousins! I went and met them at the front ticket booth and they were so beyond excited, running from wall to wall and pointing at things and tearing ahead to get to my stand first. It was such a lovely feeling to have them there participating. My other Nanna also came with my Mum and Dad - here is a photo of her and I:

As the day came to an end and my family had gone, I was physically flagging. I went and hid in the bathroom for a few minutes and just closed my eyes and tried to relax and breathe. There I thought about how well I'd done over the duration of both fairs - I'd achieved the almost impossible - producing work for and exhibiting two major installations at exactly the same time. I told myself that all I had to get through now was deinstall - the easiest part. Before those few minutes in the bathroom I didn't think I could do deinstall that evening. After I had composed myself, patted myself on the back and said "GOOD JOB" and walked back out, I knew I could. After all, I'd gotten this far!

At 5pm, when the loudspeaker came over "The fair is now closed, I repeat, the fair is now closed" Laura, Ben and I began ripping down the wonderful work that the participants had made over the duration of the project.

Ben started carting the plants down stairs (I couldn't bear the thought of doing that again - neither could my aching arms and legs!) and we took down the fabric prints. It was once again an empty space and seemed like such a dream - it disappeared so quickly I begun to wonder if any of it even happened!

It was about 7pm when Ben and I headed to the Windsor to begin deinstall there. As I we wound our way for the last time through the grand Wes Anderson/The Shining-esque corridors of the fourth floor I realised I'd somehow lost the key to our room... I emptied the contents of my bag on the floor outside our door and I was sitting splay legged amongst it frantically searching though. It was gone. It must have fallen out somewhere.

Like many little hiccups over the past week - this was resolved by the serendipitous kindness of a friend who happened to be the front of house manager for Spring 1883 and was walking past just as I was about to give up. She had a spare key - gave me a hug and Ben and I opened the door to rip down my silver streamers as unceremoniously as possible.

At this point, I had the giggles. I was absolutely delirious with exhaustion and found most things about the whole situation absolutely hilarious. I had wanted to order room service at some point while I had the exhibition at the Windsor, and this was my last chance. I dialed 9 and ordered a bowl of wedges and a bowl of chips for Ben and I to share as we bubbled wrapped my many knick knacks and reflected over the ridiculousness of the hand pillow I'd made - which actually sold to someone. I know. I don't know what my life is either.

I am notoriously dodgy when it comes to packing my art for transportation, and this was no exception. I think I have horrified Daine on many occasions but this time, the bubble wrap I was using was absolutely ruined and had holes in it and didn't fit the paintings and I was in hysterics with Ben who was helping, being like "This one's ready to go to MoMa!" or "This one's being delivered to the NGV now!" with the mangled bubble wrapping barely covering the corners of the paintings. We had a beer and I was feeling very light and happy. I couldn't believe it was over. I couldn't believe I was packing the paintings up when I'd just been nervously unpacking them. Time was so distorted last week. It seemed equally like the longest time ever and the shortest time ever. I do know, however, that it was the best time ever.

My sophisticated choice for room service
I caught the train home at 9.30, carrying with me my giant hand pillow. It was so surreal. I got out my iPad and watched Stevie Nicks 1982 White Wing Dove concert ( Both her and the incredible people in my life at the moment have made me feel all powerful, made me beam with joy and gratefulness for the incredible position I have found myself in. I can't express this properly but I will try again soon... Will also post pictures of the installs so those from all corners of the world can get a good look. I have so much more to say but will attempt to with a little more retrospect - this time I want to finish on the picture of this cherub (below) - doing some collaging and wearing my LOVE badge. Pretty much made my week.