oh it is so sad here in many ways...
Saturday, April 22, 2006, 05:37 PM - General, RelationshipsBack in Lille, beautiful weather for Lille, it is also still sunny and light at 5:30pm which it wasn't when we left, but it a bit sad to be here after beautiful Australia. The colours are much brighter, more brilliant in Australia than anywhere else I have ever been, so it is always a bit washy everywhere else. But you forget until you go back there.
I guess I shouldn't dwell on it and get on with it and make money and be quiet.
I am not done with where I was born.
Illustration friday tomorrow.
self portraits : two
Thursday, April 20, 2006, 12:43 AM - General, Relationships, Art/Design, Illustration Friday Night
So I have been digging in my work that I have here in Australia and finding old self portraits that I am kind of finding pretty funny.
What was I thinking for a couple of them?
The first one has the blond and fire engine red hair stage captured forever, but in black and white... who knows with the other, I know it is the start of my double, triple exposure of films, but apart from that, I seem to still have the peroxided hair, but, who knows. Funny anyway. They must be from about 1993/94. Over ten years ago, scary. not sure I honestly look that much different. Older I mean. People say that anyway.
self portraits: number one
Sunday, April 16, 2006, 11:17 AM - General, Relationships, Illustration Friday Night
This is the only image from the photos I took a few years ago, apart from my pin-hole photos, which I suspect might be in France, that I am willing to share with the world. Yes, it is photoshopped. I am not sure it was exactly like that, but, this is the only digital file I can find. (Of course I have the original photos, but you know, perhaps too much information).
I am going to try to do a series of self portraits again, because I am available and always there.
Still trying HARD to think of something interesting to create for Illustration friday. It is "spotted" this week, and well, apart from a spotted animal, or the "you've got spots!" I got from a child of a friend the other day (meaning I have different coloured buttons on my shoes to the actual shoe colour, not that I have acne). I don't know, I guess I am stressed to leave, and perhaps I won't be back in Australia for two years... who knows. I feel like there is lot of stuff to do, and I am just tired and don't want to pack stuff up or make decisions. Pathetic, I know, It's just putting stuff in boxes and storing it Emma!
I just noticed I use nice alot in my entries on my blog... I fucking hate the word nice! It is insipid.
Why do I say it?
Sorry about the language kids.
easter friday camden
Friday, April 14, 2006, 08:51 AM - General, Relationships
So today we went to Camden to see my Father's family. (Above is a photo of my parents and me before going to NZ I suspect, that is definately Sydney Airport in the 70's). See, they could blend into any crowd at the moment and still be in fashion.
It was nice, good to see them all.
Thursday, April 13, 2006, 07:14 AMWe went to the NSW Art Gallery and the Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA) yesterday, firstly to look at the Archibald, Wynne and Sulmann prize, which, for me, is always hightly over-rated, but it wasn't too bad this year. We then went upstairs to the 500 years of Portraiture and I was happy to see a decent amountof women represented, didn't stay too long, too many kids everywhere screaminng and sitting on the floor, usual stuff.
The MCA was ok, there was a large exhibition of Mike Parr, his prints, no usage of staple guns in sight, thank goodness. They were good. There was also a self portrait photography exhibition on, it was also interesting. There was work by Francesca Woodman in the exhibtion, an artists work, who, someone told me my photography looked like, they could be right, but I'm not on the highway to suicide.
This one is tame, but i stil like it, perhaps i'll shimmy up the courage to post a couple of the photos I took that supposedly look like this, I honestly forget who said it now. Perhaps I wanted to forget?
Perhaps I'll say more about this later, my mother is bugging me to watch a French film, and I don't want to lose this post, just in case.