200 Drawings

Melbournetown

Handed in something vaguely resembling a Masters thesis and celebrated by spending the next 24 hours in a hideously uncomfortable seat being force-fed microwaved fish and drooled on by two middle aged globe trotters in matching navy blazers as I flew home.

Its good to be back in Melbourne but there are literally NO jobs at the moment so today I officially went on the dole. In other news, have moved into a massive warehouse in Fitzroy with eleven hippie stoners. My room is a small curtained-off hovel built on the roof of someone else's hovel and is only accessible by climbing a precarious flight of stair made out of milk crates. I doubt i'll last more than a month. There are communal showers. The good side is we are converting the entire block into a massive urban garden with vegie patches in every available corner. The bad side is I can't afford to leave the house.

Hazmat!

August To-Do List:

1. Set fire to things
2. Eat corn with Maia
3. Wear a Hazmat suit
4. Write masters thesis




Three out of four ain't bad...

Yay I finished my film set!

24 and counting...

Celebrated my birthday by falling off a childrens climbing wall that your average three year-old could navigate with ease, eating my bodyweight in tofu and chocolate cake at a vegetarian restaurant on a bus, looking at dead badgers at the natural history museum, drinking amazing coffee, and wearing stupid hats and double denim. Also had a house party that degenerated into a standoff between my friends and my housemates friends over who got to control the stereo, watched six episodes of Twin Peaks in a row, ate too much cherry pie, danced to soul music wearing a furry cat outfit, and fell asleep on the sofa wrapped in a filthy leopard print rug. Don't listen to what they tell you kids, getting old is fun.

A brief history of cake

What else is there to do in Paris?

Plastique Fantastique!

Went to Portsmouth for the day for the Plastique Fantastique performance at Aspex Gallery, which my friends Lawrence and Dav were performing in. They paraded along the wharf-front shopping mall wearing masks and chanting and performing strange rituals, thereby offending or confusing most of the shoppers. Dav's mask (above left) is The Venice Biennale, and Lawrence (right) modelled his on the yellow panels where you swipe your Oyster cards on the Tube. It feels amazing to be going to these performances and participating when two years ago I was obsessively reading about Plastique Fantastique on the internet but never dreamt I'd meet them.