Thursday, June 28, 2012

I need to distract myself from a thing

I said I was gonna do a 90s post and here I am. Ya'll ready for this? Download the accompanying playlist via this link: Track list is below

1. Walking on the Sun - Smash Mouth
2. Did it Again - Kylie Minogue
3. Steal My Sunshine - Len
4. Bathwater - No Doubt
5. Beautiful Stranger - Madonna
6. The Bomb - Bucketheads
7. How Bizarre - OMC
8. 100% Pure Love - Crystal Waters
9. I Saw The Sign - Ace of Base
10. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
11. Believe - Cher
12. Pash - Kate Cebrano

Speaking of the 90s... someone I have spared from this post is the one and only Ella Hooper, front woman of the amazing Australian band Killing Heidi. She was my idol way back when, the 'cool older sister' figure with dreadlocks who I stayed up late to watch on TV. It just so happened that early this year Ella approached me to design the album cover for her new solo album. Turns out she read my blog and stuff UM DREAM COME TRUE. So we hung out a bit and it was so fun and I came up with something for it and it's still *under wraps* but her first single is out and you can listen and watch the film clip here: Also, the lovely Ella has a blog that you can read here:

I said to my Mum when I was doing this job "If I could have gone back in time and told my 9 year old self that when I was 20, I'd be having dinner with Ella Hooper, her boyfriend and her manager, discussing the design for her album cover that I was doing I would have had some sort of conniption..."

I will keep you updated on when the album will be out! Exciting! Album cover design was really fun for me cause like *I love music*, used to listen to it all the time on my discman..


Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Been around the world and I, I, I, I can't find my baby

These are some drawings from my sketch book. I'm feeling very art lost at the moment, which is bad, but as I always say when worst comes to worst just get out your sketch book and do some drawing, even if they're terrible. I'm going to a 90s party on the weekend and I'm so excited! At the moment I'm re-discovering a whole plethora of dance appropriate 90s songs that I can't wait to boogie to, I feel a playlist coming on, even maybe a whole entire 90s post, woah!

Other than impending weekend fun nothing much else is happening, this is one of those boring weeks where I feel a little lost because I'm on holidays without routine. I have lots of shifts at my gallery job coming up in the next few weeks, I'll be working like 4 days a week some weeks, so that will be good and I'll be busy. Even though I'm kind of here twiddling my thumbs I'm still avoiding my inbox, I have a bad habit of doing that, that I just can't kick! It might have something to do with the Venga Bus coming.

Monday, June 25, 2012

It's a sin to kill a mockingbird

Whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, crying like a fire in the sun.

My bottom lip is all swollen and sore. I must have bitten it last night when I was sleeping. I dreamt about going to some place where the men and women had to sit circular around separate tables, and I seemed to be the only one reeling at the ridiculousness of it. Yesterday afternoon I cooked gluten free pizza in preparation for Louis to come over for dinner. I never make any effort to cook proper entire meals, but this time I even made salad and grilled asparagus and poured wine that was actually cold and out of the fridge (a novelty) into proper wine glasses made of glass. I watched To Kill a Mockingbird while I was waiting for my guest to arrive. We finished watching it together (it's a long movie) and you know that damn story is so sad, I can't believe how tragic it is and how Atticus can remain so stoic, so incredibly gallant and gracious and beautiful... the saddest bit is when he has to tell the family of Tom that Tom's DEAD, and they don't know, and it's so sad and then Bob Ewell spits in his face and you just die.

Anyway sorry for the silence around here I guess. I've been really busy doing god knows what, mostly lazing around in bed until 2pm after staying up till 5am talking, eating, and hanging out with my friends. I've had some fun lately. I'm on holidays. The light in my room is flickering manically like it would if I was in some dodgy insane asylum that may or may not be haunted with the ghosts of past tenants, and I do find it mildly disturbing. I'm finding comfort however in imagining I'm again at the corner of Lexington and 96th Street, just about to descend the staircase to the steaming subway. I'm doing it again, romanticizing something mundane, generally gritty and mildly unpleasant just because it's so far removed from here and this right now.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Lover there will be another one who'll hover over you beneath the sun

Been busy livin' and equally not livin', I have life lag in a sense that I wanna discover and learn new stuff like I did when I was traveling but I feel unable to do it here. I'm not achieving the small tasks as readily as I used to, they seem irrelevant and meaningless, I'd rather sit and stare into space for an hour just thinking, it seems more viable or something! Um um um um um um I'm so inarticulate, too! What am I even saying! A whole lotta nuthin' oh man! Okay. Gotta do productive stuff maybe my gold pants are melting my brain or something. That is the most logical explanation.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Leonard I've loved you the longest

Well, I argued all night like so many have before, 
Saying, "Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more."

Back to the grindstone in the Studio yesterday, wearing my new gold top courtesy of Footscray Savers
I got this top in New York from a cool guy at a street market. I wore this today. That's quite a pose I've got going here.


Sunday, June 17, 2012

Honey child I've got my doubts

This is a photo of my friends and I at a party last night which was really nice and fun. It is so great to be back in Melbourne with everyone!
Last night was really fun and this morning was really fun but now I'm in a really un-fun bad mood at work I think because I'm kinda tired and grumpy and wanted the fun to continue on all day rather than being cut short. This morning I had breakfast made for me which was just so lovely, and the yellow sun streamed into the bedroom and everything was kind of sepia and warm and divided softly where the light came through in the slats in the blinds. I was grinning with my eyes closed although I looked terrible with puffy party eyes and skin from not taking my makeup off to sleep. I think it's raining outside now, a change from this morning that seems fit with my mood. You know those times when you get so wrapped up in something or someone or sometime that you just want to totally forget responsibilities of a regular existence and like stay in the bubble of sheets and exhales and the smell of poached eggs. I am someone who seriously struggles with being able to do this. The real world calls me too loudly, or perhaps I just listen for it. When I explained this to someone while in the bubble world they said "But this is the real world" and I was stumped. How can the 'real world' be so good?

I obviously have pessimistic leanings when it comes to life and the struggles of existence. But lately as I said a few things have stumped me in a sense that it's like gee that was really fun, or wow I like spending time with you, or gosh my friends are so great and lovely. It's me though to be sitting enjoying myself but waiting for something to go wrong, maybe it was my Catholic schooling but like, I can't have such a good time without something bad happening or 'being punished' or something. I know this may not necessarily be true but that's how I feel and as far as I'm concerned feelings are very much a part of the real world. Apart from that constant niggling though, that I don't think I will ever conquer - everything is pretty good. Below is a poem I wrote yesterday for publication in Yalei Wang's new writing Zine 'Criterian' which will be launching via Knight Street Art Space soon. Blah I'm going to go and have a Kit Kat.

Longing for tongue on teeth, a wet heat. "I'm thinking a lot about the enormity of missing someone, that thirst, that unconquerable feat"

Shacked up stacks frame, exclaim the impossibility of that famed caress, a quick palm slip or a thigh clip. I'm hungry and clutchin' my coat to my chest, wrists watch through mottled windows futile in undress. "I never asked how dinner went, or how is that girl you frequent"

Breathe out through pursed lips, hollow a clenched fist, an absent hair twist. The horizontal figure eight haunts me once more burned into that slight hypnotic motion I could ignore

if it weren't for everything stemming from that stigma and the terrific fact that you're actually only an enormous elaborately packaged enigma.