Sunday, April 29, 2012

There is something intrinsically wrong with these

Final resting places shouldn't bear such a similarity to project homes. However, if houses for the dead are meant to provide the deceased with what they were accustomed to in life it does make some sense. Post mortem one-size-fits-alls for all - geometric enough to appear "modern" while being noncommittal enough to be inoffensive. I suppose there's not a lot of room for movement design wise when it comes to so small a client base as people wanting above ground internment, but I'm having trouble seeing any of that dignity or solemnity that the dead are meant to be afforded.
Also I'm not even sure where to start with that memorial garden. Is it a service station that's sprung a leak or an elaborate hotel swimming pool that's trying to be a bushland creek?
Departed loved ones deserve more, damnit!

[/architectural bitchiness]

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Water and colour? They're two of my favourite things!

After a little bit of creative paralysis I've decided to take a "do what feels best" approach to making things for a while. Discipline, in whatever form, can wait.
 As a result I seem to be drifting into drawing/painting territory, which has most recently assisted in the birth of these two watercolour doodle-type thingies.
From the wormhole down the street
this cosmic ghost brood finds it neat
to drain your brainmeats for a treat!
(I actually imagined that they feed on their victims' ideas about theoretical physics, but it was too difficult to fit into a three line rhyme.)

Bummed out at work, telling FB
then on my wall I do see
this insurmountable majesty:
The clouds did part, then joy unbounded!
As soon as the music sounded
Remembering my childhood crush (ungrounded)

The painting is a big fat thankyou for she who posted it on my wall. I saw this 1994(?) production of the Pirates of Penzance when I was about 5. Obsession with pirates immediately followed, along with a fixation with the Pirate King played by Jon English of a fervor which was, if not actually then equivalent to, a huge crush. (Can five year olds even get get crushes?) Anyway, just look at those pants.

This combined with Maid Marian and Her Merry Men spawned a hell of a lot of popsicle stick swords during my youth.

Friday, April 20, 2012

"Alight here for beautiful Balls Head"

Reads the sign at Waverton station.

Despite its hilarious name, Balls Head is a very pretty reserve. One full of textures.

Spiders.


A disused coal loader.

 

And neighbours a mine warfare training facility with a lot of interesting stuff in its carpark.
Guys, you probably shouldn't just leave stuff like that lying around.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Any port in a storm

Something smells like wet dog. I think it's my feet.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

What now?

Exhibition, inebriation, drama, boredom. Not a very productive progression of events.

Needs more art.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Get sticky with Mickey

I have to draw things and I don't want to.

So I did this to my housemate's window by way of procrastination. It's going to be a long night.

Edit: Okay. Okay. Okay. Four hours until I have to get up for work. I got some nuns. Okay. Need lines and colours but sleepy. So sleepy.
So many layers of political incorrectness in these nuns.
Well, not so much political incorrectness as potentially insulting stereotypes.
Okay.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Too much gluin', not enough chewin'

What's this? A food post?

A food post of disappointment due to recent lack of culinary output owing to textile entanglement in the name of capital?

Damnit, Oscar. This isn't the first time this has happened.

I suppose we might as well see what you have, but I'm not getting my hopes up.

A salmon and egg tart. Very original. And I'm not sure that hollandaise sauce should be that consistency. Estimated all the measurements, you say? You should know better than that.
 This crepe-wrapped stuffed pear with orangey figs looks interesting, but seems to be lacking a certain... something. The whole "taste" thing, maybe? You got the inspiration from where? A low fat cookbook? Ah. Moving on.
Even if I was a shepherd I wouldn't touch this with a ten foot crook.
 You know, I was quite excited when you said you'd be making steamed bread. It was a recipe requiring a lot of patience, which I felt was unusual for you. Unfortunately, despite your efforts the result was as dry and yeasty as... well, that analogy's best left for elsewhere.
However, I must say that the quinoa, walnut, brown rice, barley, carrot and parsley patties you made to go in it were quite tasty, if a little bulky.  
 Spiced filo fingers. So very 2011. The home made hummus and dukkah, potato and beetroot side dish were little compensation.
 Oh, so you think you're clever do you? Clever like warm apple pie?

Please see me after class.