Friday
Thursday
Wonder of wonders
Miracle of miracles. This, issued by National Geographic Magazine, 1937.
Sometimes when the phone rings it seems far too rude or distracting to answer to its pleading bleat. So I have this framed on my wall at home to remind me life wasn't always this easy. And I just talked to my lovely mum, her early morning in Sydney. What sweet relief- she made me feel so much better.. as did the birdsong in the background.
Tuesday
Musing
A photograph of DJ Nikki Nikita as a 15 year old girl has been plugged to my studio wall for months now. Finally, after attempting to resolve some half baked works, I rescued her and started this new portrait.
Found: A new series to pursue. Posters featuring various characters of fiction.
Then the memory of Boo Radley's prized collection and Dill's pale toothy face interrupts the flow. Shylock soon, perhaps Reality Nirvana Tuttle. And Honey Barbara.
Whoa there, I must call Nikki... about our project- a real one.
Sunday
Happenings
When things get utterly disrupted like this water spillage, I swear profusely, clean up, apply bandages if need be, then leave it all behind to take a big deep breath up on the roof top.
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Found: a cutting of red hair, still dry.
To get back on the horse, I'll make something fresh, and fast. I have been inspired by the Pina Bausch dancers from Wim Wenders' documentary, listening to the soundtrack on heavy rotation. I want a long rope of hair again, after seeing this film, and more vintage slips to spin around in.
It was a good thing; that spill.
To have come undone. To have seen some daylight. To be provoked to shake it up a bit.
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