Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Birthdaze, Buttons and Bows

As I mentioned yesterday was my 21st birthday. I find birthdays strange at the best of times because I always feel like you're meant to have this like amazing time and that you have to feel really happy about where you are in your life and stuff on this particular day. I did have a reasonably happy day but nothing to write home about, as the saying goes. I'm just another year older and still enjoy laughing at the ridiculousness of our existence with my friends in the park.

With the 21st birthday in particular there is a lot of pressure associated with it because you're expected to have this big adult party, but I decided to do nothing of the sort. I did get one of those keys though, now all I need is the door.

I bought textas to the park and some people did drawings which was really nice. I scanned some of them and here they are.

Above is a beautiful birthday card from my friend Annabelle and below is a drawing by Gonzalo Ceballos.

(Above) My friend Tiff did this drawing while we we waiting for everyone to arrive, with literally mountains of food! (Below) Two more drawings by Annabelle Kingston.

 Lottie did these drawings 'Rowan and the fitness group' and the coloured circle below.

 Below is a drawing by Miss. Louise Smith of all the patterns at my birthday picnic.


This past week I have listened almost exclusively to music from the 1930s and 1940s. Here is a birthday playlist including Dinah Shore's 'Buttons and Bows' with a particular lyric that seems appropriate for this birthday "East is east and west is west and the wrong one I have chose" In conjunction with this song, I'm really into Carmen Miranda at the moment, and this clip from Woody Allen's movie Radio Days is just incredible. Download the playlist here: http://www.mediafire.com/?dx3cr17x77pi9

1. Buttons and Bows - Dinah Shore
2. Paper Doll [Single Version] - The Mills Brothers
3. Mairzy Doats - The Merry Macs
4. Toot, Toot, Tootsie (Goo'bye) - Al Jolson
5. Forever And Ever - Dinah Shore
6. Whispering Grass (Don't Tell The Trees) - The Ink Spots
7. Let's Do It (Let's Fall In Love) - Louise Armstrong
8. Frenesi - Artie Shaw & His Orchestra
9. Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate The Positite [Single Version] - Bing Crosby
10. Anything Goes - Cole Porter
11. South American Way - Carmen Miranda

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

21 2DAY





























This is me on my birthday which is today. I am now 21 which is old. More on this tomorrow. XOX

Sunday, November 27, 2011

"Where I've been lately is no concern of yours"
















































Last night I was watching the Brady Bunch and I fell asleep with it on, and on the Brady Bunch DVD menu the Brady Bunch theme songs plays over, and over and over again for eternity so while I was sleeping subliminally I heard the Brady Bunch song thousands of times. Not surprisingly I slept really weirdly like snippets of the Brady Bunch were in my dreams, I was in the Brady Bunch at some point in my subconscious and what was supposed to be a good nights sleep was subtly coloured by strange 70s slang and even stranger hair styles. As Bobby Brady would say: "NEATO!" although, not exactly.

I also want to warn you that my blog may be looking a little worse for wear as I try out a few changes around here. I've increasingly felt like giving this space a real makeover so in the next couple of days I'm going to be trying a few different things out... bear with me!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

THE MEAN REDS















Following Yalei's lead, today I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's. I was thinking a lot about the mean reds and found the above top with the 'Sweety' applique today at Savers. It seemed appropriate that after I finished lots of Rookie illustrations I'd do a 'big red' post. I love the colour red, it's the colour I feel the most affinity with.

(G) RAD

Here are some photographs of my two paintings and two posters in the Graduation Show.





Friday, November 25, 2011

It's an honour

Well I got into honours at University which is really fantastic. I feel happy about it. My Dad says now I can rest on my laurels for a little while, at least until Christmas. Resting on my laurels means just taking one step back and sort of lessening the pressure on a metaphorical blood pressure measurer pump thing a notch or two.

I have decided that I am going to sell my Zine in the most complicated way possible which is:
You email me your name and postal address to minnagilligan@hotmail.com
I will then get back to you with a quote which will be the price of the Zine ($5.00 AUD) plus the postage (International postage $4.00 AUD, OR postage within Australia $1.50 AUD) Then you transfer the money into my Paypal account and I send you the Zine. I just re-read these instructions and it makes me sound like some kind of email scammer like "Good day it is with great love and trust that I contact you dear friend..." So if I don't get any sales I know it's not because people don't want my Zine but because you think I'm an internet scammer obviously.

Anyway I feel pretty good about honours now and no longer am I in a state of limbo, like, will I be on the streets next year or will I spend 12 more months in the comfort of art school heaven. Thankfully it will be the latter. So my dearest I come to you from great hardship with small offering of words upon paper in exchange for...

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Rookie

This weeks Rookie post is above. I gotta say something else here too and that is that I have finished a Zine that I have been working on which is a compilation of poetry. I like to call it a book though because that makes me feel more like Leonard Cohen. Anyway it is called 'A Million Pieces Take a Long Time to Put Together' and will be available from tomorrow after I figure out how I'm going to make it available. I'll keep you posted.

The way you makea me feel































Like George Costanza in Seinfeld I happen to dress based on mood. Well, my mood and the current vibes of course, which kind of blur into the same thing. Today was one of those days where I happened to dress in the wrong outfit, thus all day projecting the wrong vibes. I had these new clothes that I wanted to wear and even though they didn't feel quite right I left the house in them anyway.

Usually on one of those days I might drop in at an Op Shop and attempt to resurrect a new outfit with the inclusion of a cheaply bought accessory or different shirt. One day I was so unhappy with my outfit that I bought an entirely new and different one, got changed in the bathroom and immediately felt better. I have a really fraught relationship with clothes - what I'm wearing is incredibly important to me yet what I want to wear is something that is ever changing and never really entirely satisfied. This is kind of the "I'd never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me as a member" thing, that plagues me.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Lemme Alone

I'm going to ease my way back into blogging naturally by posting like 3 posts in one. I don't like reading blogs where people apologize for not posting, because basically that's apologizing for living and doing things outside the internet which sounds kind of stupid. I need to do more of those real life things!

Anyway my Graduation show went really well, and right now I'm sitting the space and looking out over the vast plains of my friends hearts and souls that have come into tangible being over the past three years. Ahead of me lies the holidays, and as usual I have no preconceived notion of what they will entail. They may even go on forever, as I haven't yet found out if I will be doing my honours year next year - but, at the moment as I seem to recall "No news is good news", I hope.

I'm really keen to make lots of art over the holidays. I equally loathe and love big blocks of time because the possibilities for being incredibly prolific are equal to the possibilities for wasting an incredible amount of time watching I Dream of Jeannie. I've recovered from the 'big night' (Graduation show) and now I can sort of go one of two ways. I am keen to go on the productive path but my penchant for routine and ridiculous habits occasionally cause me to deviate from painting to picnics and writing to 1960s sitcoms.

Anyway a balance will be found I suppose and in the meantime this is going to transform into a vibes post, as it's been so very long... oh, and there's a picture of me at the Graduation show. How did that get in there?
















The Vibes are very Woody Allen filming in black and white in particular in his film Manhattan when he breaks up with Tracy in the cafe' and she says "Lemme alone!"

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Heart of Gold















































Above is this weeks Rookie diary post. Today has been one helluva day, or rather, incase you didn't pick up on the vibes in the past couple of posts here, it's been one helluva week! I know how incredibly boring this must sound to all of you, my ramblings are delirious and characteristically self absorbed but this experience installing my work for a major show has been a lot tougher than I thought! I've had Neil Young's 'Tell Me Why' in my head all day...


"Sailing heart-ships thru broken harbors
Out on the waves in the night
Still the searcher must ride the dark horse
Racing alone in his fright.
Tell me why, tell me why

Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
When your old enough to repay but young enough to sell?"


Finally, this afternoon I ate a Drumstick ice cream and stared blankly at the wall at my four works, all straight, aligned, and where they should be, and I was finished. It really was SO hard to make arrangements with myself. I think what I found so hard about hanging this show was that I had an ingrained feeling that what I show should be representative of the past three years I've spent at art school. I had trouble only showing particular things and being really discerning because I wanted to show EVERYTHING, and try to illustrate the wonders that have taken place here. Unfortunately it's impossible to summarize three years of art school in 3 meters of wall space. Also, how could I possibly be discerning when I suffer from the mentality 'more is more'.

Anyway, it looks good. My works can breathe. The VCA Grad Show opens this Monday night in the Art Department at The Victorian College of the Arts, starting at 6.00pm.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Paint stains and neck pains





























After wearing these jeans the past couple of days I've succeeded in totally ruining them. I didn't set out to do so but as usual when I wear clothes to do painting I say I'll be careful but never am. I reckon I'll keep them though, as my 'install jeans' - I can collect paint stains on them from various shows I have to hang and they can be like good luck. Anyway this brings me to talking about the things I don't think about installing an exhibition.

I really hate measuring. Usually, when in my studio I measure like Mr.Bean does in that episode where he steals the Mona Lisa or something and use my arms stretched out really wide with my fingers as markers. It's pathetic. What's worse, is the inevitable question "IS IT STRAIGHT?" (The title of a group exhibition I was in this year, too, ha) The answer, when I have been responsible for hanging a work is always "NO!". These past few days I've had to use rulers, MATHS and levels. It's awful.

I also hate being discerning about my work. My practice has a lot of nooks and crannies and I like to include the whole spectrum. This often looks like a hotch potch though, and constantly I am forced to be ruthless with editing. Ditch that, ditch this, scrap that, that needs to hang on it's own... I find these suggestions frustrating mainly because my head knows they're right but my heart won't let go!

What I love about installing though is that at the end of it I know my works are going to be emanating straightly from the wall and hoards of people can experience them. I will stand around in the silver platforms you can see in the blurry background of the above picture and soak up the glory of my creations that now exist as separate entities - I think hanging severs my physical ties with the work and frees me to make more.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Death of a Ladies Man

Please excuse my blogging hiatus. It was kind of mandatory because my internet is having issues and, like all things you can't control I do believe perhaps it was kind of necessary. Right now I'm taking a break from sanding, filling and painting the walls at Uni in preparation for our graduation show. It's actually really refreshing doing physical work rather than emotionally and mentally exhausting work - my paintings and drawings are pretty much all finished now and this week is all about preparing the space and then installing.

I bought some amazing silver platform shoes this morning to wear to the opening. They are pretty wild. Below are some things I've been working on, and a couple of seriously wild images I've found in books along my travels...

Please bare with my sparse and sporadic posting at the moment, I am in a bit over my head with activities. When holidays, guaranteed you will be sick of my rambling once more.

















































Friday, November 11, 2011

Endymion
















































I realized something that I don't expect you to care about - there is a line that occurs in both Willy Wonka  and the Chocolate Factory, and Mary Poppins "A thing of beauty is a joy forever'. This is the first line from Endymion, a John Keats poem:

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways:
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink."

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Rookie
















































This weeks Rookie collage.