Sunday, October 28, 2012

The 1950s Swedish Love Seat.

This 1950s Swedish 'Love Seat' has my name all over it. But if you can beat me to saving up approximately $2500 it can be yours instead (not counting postage from the UK) instead of mine. Just don't let me know....

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Face To Face With Real Life Prada (Plus Notes On My Doctor).

I've been seeing the same doctor for twenty years now and I owe him a lot (not money, he gets heaps of that from me) but my sanity for diagnosing what no one else could throughout my childhood.  Doggedly, throughout that time, he persisted where others gave up - never once saying "get used to it, this is as good as it can be for you" but persisting with immunologists until I qualified for the immunotherapy program I'm on now. And for this I am full of gratitude. Nonetheless he can be a selfish man. For example moving to Sydney so that instead of it taking Fifteen minutes to get to his surgery it now takes Four Hours (that's right he thoughtlessly moved to the North side of the bridge, complicating the whole trip hence that fourth extra hour). What's more they love him so much in Sydney he can put his fees up astronomically and only has to work two days a week instead of four (they just didn't get him in conservative old Canberra). Hence I can really only get to see him once a year now, twice at best, and then rely on pricey phone calls I can't get a rebate for. But as you know I am nothing if not optimistic, not one to easily complain, glass half full, lemonade, not lemons blah blah.....

So here is the upside to a situation where someone I am so dependent on has semi removed themselves from my life: I get to go to Sydney - busy, thriving city with better weather than from where i come from! And stay with my sister! And see my gorgeous soon to be Five year old niece! Not good enough for you? How about this then (and here's where I really get to sound like a country hick)? Hang out in the city where I come face to face with a real life Prada store situated adjacently from a real life Mui Mui store! Which is exactly what I did, while my energy held out. Despite being dressed with no thought at all (jeans so comfortable they were on just this side of a track suit) I did not hesitate to go in. Miuccia Prada is one of my favourite designers. I adore what she does with colour, pattern, form and concept. But I had always wondered if seeing the clothes in real life - not glossed up in advertorial and magazine editorial - would be a bit of a let down, just clothes after all. They were gorgeous. Like museum pieces. My Five year old niece and I danced around Mui Mui enchanted with the glitter encrusted heel Mary Janes "Don't touch" I told her picking them up. It's not even as if this season is my favourite of collections. But I could not take my eye off the 70s inspired rock star suits or the long chunky bead encrusted tunics. I can see how if you had the money and bought just one of these designer pieces it would be hard to go back. Back to your just this side of a tracksuit jeans. Guess it's lucky then I have devoted my wallet instead to my big city designer Doctor.. :)

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Apologies In Advance For The Gloom.

I am in my final semester of study now, meaning in a couple of short months I will graduate after having presented to the world (ie meaning family, friends and those interested in the work of soon to graduate Visual Artists) a body of work that says a lot about my abilities, technical skill, thought processes, approach to art and just approach to life generally. Ultimately I would like my work to offer the viewer an illuminative and uplifting world view and yet that is very far off from the place i am sitting right now. Illness, I am sorry to say has me by the throat. I hate giving in to it. But today I yearn to. Enough of the pushing through, enough of the painful crawl towards deadlines. Why, I wonder today, don't I ever take the illness into account when I set about a new semester with excitement, planning a grand body of work that is destined to keep me in a state of stress and pressure for the endurance and lead to these inevitable moments of just wanting to toss it in or at it's very least scale it down drastically? I wont of course, just yet - I can surely come up with something, I hope,  but it wont be what I planned or what I could manage under different circumstances....and that's kind of disappointing.
And then there is the very real fear that I wont come up with anything at all.
It's early days for Intrgram and the fact is I have witnessed some little miracles already on the microbial/bacterial front (a wonder to behold as infected cuts and scrapes heal before my eyes) but no help on the viral front. Hopefully that's in time.
So here is my work, so far...I haven't got much energy today to describe it but suffice here to say I'm mixing assemblage with textiles and concepts like Ostranenie with the philisophical contexts of existentialism and absurdism. Lots of anatomical visual references and building off previous works I've shown here before with zines and artists books.
So enough of my pessimistic words.