Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Creeque Alley

Above are photos of what I wore on Monday I was pretending it was 1966 although I don't know if Rolling Stones badges would really have been out then but ya know, artistic license and stuff. I haven't been blogging a lot lately because I've found myself caught up in real life equally doing lots of things like working and organizing and nothing things like eating burgers drinking wine and lying on the couch with Louis, all things which make for a perfectly balanced life. I've been working hard in the studios the past couple of days, finishing off some work for Urban Outfitters that I'm desperate to show and tell about but I just can't, yet. But it's really exciting oh!

My new 1960s chain belt that I love!
New fabrics I found for painting on, my collection is growing rapidly
Working progress/general mucking around

Dream Ebay shirt
I promise to be more exciting soon! I just feel like I'm gettin' old ya know! Settling down: for example not partying as much, thinking about a 'career', work, money. What is this!? Come Spring I hope to have some of my spring back. Until then.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Oh you're a mean old daddy but I like you, fine

I was photographed for 'Meet me on the streets' a fashion blog. Of course they caught me on a day where I was so unhappy with my outfit that I was literally on the way to buying a new one, and when I wasn't wearing any makeup etc but ya know it didn't end up being too bad at least my hair looks all flippy.

I am so happy because I won an auction for this badge on Ebay!
Sue Ford 'Time Machine'
Penelope Tree

I like you I like you I like you

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Man in the sky

Above are a couple of photos from 'lately'. I have a presentation to do tomorrow morning that I totally have to focus on, but my mind is wanderin to sunny days and approaching Spring and whatever happened to Connie Converse. I would much rather do a presentation on those things. Today was the first mild day in so long, I could even just smell Summer far off in the distance.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

How sad, how lovely

Hey everyone how are you? I feel so much better now because I gave my blog a makeover, phew. Calming... ferns, pastels, psychedelic circles... hope to encourage you guys to stay (just a little bit longer). 

Anyway, down to business. I have a new obsession. Her name is Connie Converse. You will all love her because you simply must. Connie was a folk musician active in New York during the 1950s. She ended up working a secretarial job and her music never achieved any commercial success. In 1974 she wrote letters of goodbye to her family and friends, packed her Volkswagen Beetle with all her belongs and disappeared, never to be seen again.

Her few recordings were rediscovered and released in an album 'How Sad, How Lovely' in 2009. I don't know if it's the undertone of her disappearance (it feels like she's communicating from this place of nothingness or limbo or something) but the music is truly haunting and echoey with knowledge of something spooky and odd. The lyrics are sort of vague and occasionally subtly illogical, and leave you wondering if the strange narrative she's woven really makes sense or is just an imagining.

Two thumbs up!

"In between two tall mountains, there's a place they call lonesome"

Monday, August 20, 2012

Dialin the number who's bound to love you

Oh gee, nothing of any real relevance has been happening, I'm really hungry right now oh boy. I can't wait to eat dinner. My Dudspace show 'Not In Kansas Anymore' is finito and I have some photos to show you. I just really have to work on getting my Dad to help me get the big paintings outta there, that's the kinda stuff I put off. The sort of physical activity, actually picking up my monstrosities of paintings and taking them somewhere else is such a drag. It's great when you don't have to move anything anywhere but ya know if you wanna get out in the world sometimes you have to.

Yesterday was so great, and I ended up not really doing a whole lot. In the afternoon I attempted to bake a flourless chocolate cake, because Louis was going to cook soup and I wanted to feel like I contributed to the meal in some way. I looked up the recipe online and it only had four ingredients! So I got really excited thinking it would be really easy but I didn't read the method, which is a vital part to a recipe. It involved whisking egg whites and the yolks and doing a whole bunch of other weird stuff and we don't have an electric beater so I had to use a like soup musher thing, and then just when I was almost done I spilled the bowl and most of the egg whites went everywhere so I just had to use what I had and then the cake was flat and basically just chocolate sugar and butter which is pretty full on but it didn't taste too bad except for being really dense. It wasn't a hit though so now I'm really determined to make a really good one next time. And that's the boring story of my Sunday cake. We ate it with chopsticks watching Twin Peaks. I am getting really into it!

Today I just rushed around doin boring stuff, I'm not spending a lot of time in the studio lately, I guess it has just worked out that I have stuff to do outside there for a while which is sort of good. I'm actually looking forward to being out of VCA next year! It's a great place but too much of a good thing ya know!

By the way I've said this here before but I have Instagram and I'm totally addicted it's shameful. If you wanna follow me my user name is minnagilligan

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Funny how time slips away

Tomorrow is my first day at my new job at Art Guide and today on ROOKIE is the last of my weekly diary posts! As I heard very late on the radio the other night 'Ain't it funny how time slips away?'. Indeed! So my time as a ROOKIE diarist has come to an end! I can't believe it's been a year already. For each week of a whole year in my life, I have a visual record of it in the form of a collage. I can see the pile from here on my desk. Maybe one day I'll make em into a book and I can treasure it foreva.

Just to confirm, I'm still working with ROOKIE! But now I will have more time to illustrate articles which I think is great. The highlight of my time with ROOKIE so far has been illustrating for the interview with John Waters. My absolute like dream forever would be to illustrate something for an interview with Woody Allen, or MADONNA (who's birthday it is today!) or like Joni or other people I admire that would be vaguely likely to have something to do with ROOKIE.

Anyway my editor wrote this in an email to me, to commemorate this time coming to an end "Think of this as your bat mitzvah -- you're a WOMAN now (ew)."

Now, onto more pressing issues. Last night I watced the Twin Peaks pilot for the first time ever, I'd never seen it. I really enjoyed it, but I was pretty freaked out! I have a embarrassingly low tolerance for scary stuff because Mum never even let us watch Jurassic Park or when Itchy and Scratchy came on the Simpsons, because it was too violent. But Twin Peaks, so spooky but I love how every character is shrouded in this sort of suspicion that you can't yet tell if it's relevant or not and I love how well the 'small town' is portrayed with it also being very incestuous or something... and I wanna keep watching cos I wanna know who killed Laura Palmer and wrapped her in plastic! (Don't spoil it for me)!

Louis found the below picture online and showed it to me because it is literally my 1940s soul sister, like I saw the photo and thought it was me but couldn't remember when I was in the arms of a hatted stranger in the 40s. Seriously sort of freaked out, again. Like that is literally me. The picture is by Stanley Kubrick and I think it's called 'Couple on the subway' or something, it's from 1946. Oh sigh! I wish it were me!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Sweet wonderful you

On Saturday night, Cheralyn, Jamie, Louis and I went to 'Famous Hot Pot' in China Town for well, one of their famous hot pots. The whole restaurant is steamed up from all the hot pots and it's foggy like a tropical country. The window has so much condensation on it that you can't see in. Anyway as my hair frizzed up we dove into a pretty wild hot pot with a whole bunch of miscellaneous meats not to mention vegetarian dumplings with prawns in them? (Yeah I think they messed up that one). It was a two flavor hot pot and I insisted on the blandest side as you can see in the below photo. To me it looked like a yin yang or something.

On Sunday Louis and I got a milkshake. Well I got a milkshake. A chocolate milkshake. I really enjoyed it! I also had time to stop in at Savers, and only I spent like 10 minutes there but I got the most amazing thing ever, which is, drum roll... a 1970s coat, almost exactly like Penny Lane in Almost Famous, with a hood and big fur cuffs and gold clasps at the front to do it up. It is so warm and totally to die for! A perfect specimen. It is from Target in the 70s and the label is so funny, it has the Target symbol in purple and lots of little Target symbols around it making a flower power flower. So good! I am going to wear it on Wednesday night, which is when our mid-year Honours show in the student gallery at Uni opens. I'm sort of excited, and I ended up being happy with my painting even if I rushed it monumentally this morning so much so that it wasn't even dry when it first got in the gallery. Sometimes the stuff I seriously pump out end up being the best stuff, and the stuff I labour over loses that freshness or something. C'est la vie.

Next to the bus stop I was waiting at
The wonderful pattern on a new top I bought at Savers
The (in)famous hot pot!
In a cave wearing my new coat

New outfit from Kinki Gerlinki oh my bank account has been suffering!
'DETAIL' (haha)

Saturday, August 11, 2012

The tymes they arrgh-a-chain-gin

"You better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone"

Hmm, long time no blog due to stuff in my life happening. I have lots of things to contend with unfortunately I am one to avoid confrontation of many kinds I don't even like talking on the phone. I really gotta write my thesis. My new thing in my life is Nutella on cruskits, those like corn biscuit things. It's so delicious and now that's like my afternoon sugar fix rather than chocolate. I'm at work listening to Bob Dylan and no-one has come in. Soon I will get out the cruskits and Nutella although I should be doing a bunch of other things. I'm also thinking and wondering if I'm really highly strung or not. I think I am unfortunately but I always have believed that what you feel should never be compromised or have excuses made for it. If you feel a particular way what else can you do? If small things make me feel in big ways though, I guess I'm highly strung or something that's what people say. But hey so what, whateva.
On the bus this morning there was a kid who was having a massive tantrum. He was literally screaming for 45 minutes "I WANNA GO HOME" and after a while I felt like taking off my headphones and turning around and saying "Hey kid, me too" Doesn't everyone just wanna go home after a while? And, if you're away from home somewhere else for that long, the new place that is away is your home, and then the whole thing starts over again.

And yo gonna make me lonesome when you go.