the long and winding road

Photos as promised.

Well, today I had my art exam. This involved a forty-five minute oral where I explained my work and my madness. I think it went quite well, however sometimes it was difficult to gauge the examiners reaction. But he gave some excellent advice concerning my CRB (candidate record book) which is to be examined later. It's rather nice to have it over. Furthermore, I only have five subjects to worry about now. I'm practically a VCE student (the slackers). Anyway, below are photos of the exam layout and the chair in detail. All stenciling, painting and varnishing was made/done by hand (and yes, MY hands).


see Joseph Kosuth

The chair looks best with dirt in the pots

In other news...

The things I do for my family. Many of you may already know that I was Alana's model in the VCE fashion show. There was a lot of make up (especially around the eyes, I looked rather 'raccoony') and hairspray (see bird's nest). These photos were taken after Alana's fashion show. But don't be fooled. This was me with my hair down and my eye make up removed. It was truly frightening. I'm still waiting for photos of the actual night. However, I've heared good things about the show. WELL DONE ALANA!

j'en connais

This is annoying. I wanted to post photos of my chair, but I can't find my card reader. I've searched every inch of my home and I cannot find it. This isn't unusual in my house. Too much junk.

Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. I wouldn't want my chair to fail to meet the expectations I may have built in peoples minds. I come off excited when I talk about it, but that's because I've finished and I don't have to stay up until one in the morning painting it.

I also wanted to post some rather interesting photos or raccoon-eyed girls and bird-nest heads. But they can wait as well I suppose.

However, while I was searching for the card reader I came across a pair of tortoise shell Wayfarers. They're about 20 years old and the hinges are a bit loose, so Mum said I could have them. So, I took them. I mean how often do things like that present them self for free?

Anyway. Watch this space for amusing images. Or at least take pleasure in the fact that I'm making an idiot of myself by running around the house looking for a small plastic contraption.

Here's a sudoku to tide you over until I can be more interesting.

don't stop me now

Jack Radcliffe

Right now I feel a bit like this; tired, frustrated and I need a hit of something soothing 'cos coffee just won't cut it. Fortunately my drug of choice is the internet. I chose blogging.

Today, I decided, I don't like painting. I've always had an inkling, but this afternoon I put my theory to the test and was not disappointed. There are just so many layers and colours and shades and lines and non-lines. It was a frustrating experience.

However, all this unpleasant painting provided the perfect opportunity to sit in the sun and listen to music and think (when not overwhelmed by frustration). And one thought, which has occurred to me before, was that I wish my day to day life had a soundtrack. I think that people around me, and maybe even myself, would be able to pick up on how I feel a lot easier.

So, I compiled a soundtrack for today.

This morning while walking in the sun through Camberwell: Dreams - The Cranberries

Sitting for hours while making stencils: One Week - Barenaked Ladies

The "occasional" (and I use the term loosely) msn conversation and sudoku: Kids - MGMT

Completion of said stencils: She's So High - Tal Bachman

The decisions to give up msn for the week: Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

Stencils not working: Cornflake Girl - Tori Amos

Painting. Painting. Painting: Ode To My Family - The Cranberries

Blog: Say that you Love Me - Fleetwood Mac

And now my back hurts. So I'm going to lie down and listen to Queen.

by the way

Oh Alice, what to do!

School is nearly back and in many ways I'm at a loss for ... most anything. My main concern at the moment is art. And like most things, I'm lacking a sure direction. When this happens I tend to flick through my RWB and see where I've come from. Today, instead, I picked up Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. I tend to flick from page to page looking for the original sketches. They are incredibly unique and always delightful to look at. It’s almost a mix between correct proportions and those which verge on the impossible.

If I could have anything, I'd want to be able to draw like this. Well not really, I'd like a perfect IB score, but this comes in a close secondish on the list.

On a different note, the sun is out. The sky is blue. Somewhere in the world blue birds are singing and I'm listening to Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World. I hope everyone has a wonderful day.

what's new pussycat?

Felix is gone.

Felix was our adopted cat. He showed up at our house about two weeks ago and then just hung around. We ended up feeding him once he became really whiny. On Thursday we finally decided to take him to the vet to scan his microchips. Turns out, he had been missing for 3 months. His real name is boots. But given his colouring, Felix is a much better, albeit incredibly unoriginal, name.

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Ok, It is now Sunday. I started writing this on Saturday. A lot can happen in a night. Guess who I found sitting at my backdoor this morning. That's right, Felix is back.

der schwanensee

Home alone. Listening to Tchaikovsky. Lovely.

I'm on a classical binge.

funeral blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden