➳☯ The perfect match ☯ ➳


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One of the equally delightful and frustrating aspects of art (and life in general) is that things seem to come together best when they are orchestrated least. 
Nothing illustrates this better than the above works... I had no intention of making a series, they were simply a product of my boredom and restlessness, marching out of my hands one after the other, in an orderly fashion, well-suited to sitting alongside each other. And as it turns out, they are the pieces that resonate most strongly with other people. 
So, I look at it this way -- for every frustrated hour an artist spends pouring over something she 'just knows' is going to be amazing, there's that five-minute throw-away scribble that is infinitely better. Whatever's right. 



⊚ ↠ The desert ↞ ⊚

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When Scotty and I were in America, we went to Vegas just to check it out. Which is largely about all I'd recommend Vegas for, but that's just me. As our plane landed back in LA -- packed full of people who, I daresay, had either lost big or barely broken even -- the guy next to me started talking on his phone. Scotty was battling a bad hangover and I was suspiciously keeping an eye on a guy across the aisle who was sweating profusely and maybe had some sort of explosive or weapon in his carry-on, but we both managed to overhear this guy-on-the-phone drop a key phrase:

"Out in the desert, man, I just felt so free."

Now, in Vegas, your sense of freedom is less to do with the mystique and magic of the wide desert skies, and more to do with being wasted all the time and walking from one casino to another without ever having to put down your drink, not to mention being able to buy beers and margarita slushies on the street corners. Add to that the fact that there isn't 'time' as it is traditionally understood in the outside world, and you do get into a heady sense of freedom from Vegas-in-the-desert.

But Vegas notwithstanding, the southwest American desert is a powerful idea, which is romanticised beautifully, and can be a poignant thing for a lot of people.

The Australian desert -- or 'outback' -- is far more hostile and unforgiving, and so isn't really romanticised in the same way. That huge expanse in the centre of our country tends to give rise to folklore (and truth) about psycho-killers waiting down otherwise-vacant tracks where your car is most likely to give out. And to a sense of sadness that the only people who really understood how to live out there, and who could truly tune-in to the mysticism of the outback's sacred places, had their culture, and its secrets, all but wiped out. Which I guess parallels with America's southwest too.

At any rate, I think deserts -- as potentially perilous and totally unknowable as they are -- connect with the human need for something divine and altogether more powerful than us. Like a representation of nature at her cruelest, mightiest, most menacing and most stoic, she's showing us God in the desert.

And so, there you have the thousand words that the above picture represents. 

For longer weekends...


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Hope everyone in Aus is having a weird and wild long weekend, and celebrating our fine country.

Sketchy Fridays


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All this tells me is that I need a lot more colour in my life...

Hunter's moon


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Mate Vintage shirt; op shop slip dress; Asos boots; vintage/markets jewellery and sunglasses.

There's nothing like the house you grew up in. The water tastes sweeter -- especially when it's rainwater -- the sleep is deeper, the smells and sounds are familiar and the shower pressure is always perfect. Even the concrete verandahs feel softer underfoot.
As an angsty teen, I used to resent living so far out of town, especially with the town being, more-often-than-not, best described as a 'total hole'. But as I get older I can see why my parent's chose the spot, and every time I visit, I'm increasingly grateful that they did.

Earlier this month I spent a week at home. Most of the time, I was just drinking ciders while swimming in the creek, listening to the birds and cicadas, singing songs to the dogs, leatherworking with my dad and altering op shop finds with my mum and aunty... It's the good life.

But all too soon I was back on a plane to the city, and here I am.
Although, I am pleased that this time when I returned to Melbourne, it did feel like I was coming home, just in a different way.

Electric Boheme



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