Both real and imagined projects.
Forget me nots and Whimsy.
Location, Location, Location CoNTEXiT and PoWERk
THE UNFORTUNATE GUIDE TO CONTEMPORARY PRACTICE
A short story about boredom, farm life, paddock to plate, slow cookery and what is in your handbag?
Pay as you go- In kind and with actual money
Print fake tickets to a fake show titled, Booby Prize and sell them to dogs that your own dogs approve of. Do take no for an answer and stop giving money to buildings that exist to satisfy the governing organism of the day. Quash your hopes and dreams, add water, form into a vessel, bake at blistering temperatures and then smash with a child sized hammer. *Do not expect to be paid more than the cost of catering .
Do ALL the work and make the work and go to things and tell everybody how good they are, even when they would not get tickets for afore mentioned show.
Make art for pets.
Put on the show- An arena for ideas to come together and take flight or fight. Headliners- Flea Circus, very sad acquatic mammals that swim in very sad pools, Molly( Steven Kings corgie and other famous dogs) and unsual animal friendships( a duckling asleep in the arms of a german shepard).( Lists, dialogue, character mash ups, historical confusion, species confusion, all work towards expressing humor and heartache)
Collecting Art when you live in your car, Gallery Representation, Art Prizes and How to create a stalk worthy CV ( bonus cassette -opening the subliminal doors of mind control).
Blissquotes/famous lies ( note remove ear wax blockage advertisements ). The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool. - Stephen King
Feeling Lonely? Out in the cold?
Do you find yourself attending roundtables, forums or artist talks when you could be watching tubeyou? Are you a regular on the How TO circuit? or are you left paralysed by which box to check? Brakes Screech- Then become a Member! Memberships permit you into fictional realms, anoint you with soft cheeses, allow you to give money to funded organisms and support you to exhibit your wares in air conditioned comfort. Stop living in a house today and become a member of multiple organisms.
Deli Meats and the art of the hot sandwich. Raising money for butchers and stakeholders since 1977.
Once you have become a member why not continue to forfeit your freedom and will to live by Donating? Receive email newsletters where you are consistently asked for money to fund picnic hampers.
* Please advise the organism if you preferyour sandwich cut into squares or triangles.
* No ants were harmed in the typing of this statement.
Plank Press Plank Dress
Thors Hammer & Megalo Print Studio
In 1973 Charles Ray mucked around with a plank and his body in the name of art. In 1979 Eric Sykes and Arthur Lowe appeared in The Plank in the name of entertainment.
Australian National Capital Artists Inc.
Visual artists and creative arts specialists Tilly Davey (on clay), Heidi Lefebvre (on textiles), Daniel Vukovljak & Naomi Zouwer (on paint)
*exist for the process
*hothouse of imagery, text, cottons and sturdy objects
*provoke, prod and stimulate each other's practice
*insure footprint is LIGHT
Otherwise, it might appear that you have no idea what you are doing, that you are merely wandering the earth, no particular reason for being here, no particular place to go.
FAKE FUTURES THINK TANK Intellectual Panic Room for Creatives
Snap breadsticks and scream
Roll a dice VERSUS darn a sock
Take the Cart out of Cartography-Chart your course on a map you build
Ideal MIXTAPE- take minutes of your stream of consciousness/soundtrack/brain vomit
We will make an agenda together in preparation of a meeting with yourself
THE POWER OF PROPS Before the meeting we will give you a makeover (of sorts)
Final ACTION- a supported conceptual performance
You arrange your objects
Eat some bread and orange
Write a statement on a mirror in lipstick and never look back.
Creative Writing Guide
TOO MUCH BLUE
Adrift at the mercy of the Search Engine
You can type in anything. You can make stuff up! You can get so so far out that you shake your head and smile.
Miraculous. Like magic. Before your very eyes lists of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of related articles, images, people, words, terms, notions, theories.
Thatched, cross hatched. Language is no barrier. Borders dissolve and oceans no longer represent distance.
I imagine the net dredging the ocean floor. Rolling over massive rocks. Blooms of sand and sediment cloud the water.
Breaking the surface the net is hauled. Salty water falls away.
Silver and gold flash in the daylight.
And the noise.
Under the water the noises of the world are dull. But up here, things crack and wind sets shrill fabric flapping.
The nylon net opens with a slippery sloosh. Flipping fish all over the place. Their uncanny jerks, a suffocating dance.
It will be ending soon for the prawns and fish and bits and pieces. Squabbling.
I reach down and part the thrashing and handle out a strange thing. A soft mass that was hidden. It is heavy and I hold it up with both hands. It trembles and gasps. Takes its first breath in a long time. We all look up at it amazed. From all the turmoil we found this lovely thing.
Stop. Pause. Play
How do all these images affect us? How long do you take to look at a picture? Stop. Pause. Play
Form means shape. Mass is when the shape is granted space. Energy is required to render form with mass. This is only part of what drawing is.
If you could choose an era to return to which would it be? You can't say, I choose the future. It must be an era from the past, a place you want to go or person meet. But even walking in the street that they walked - imagining their foot fall.
Panting, running, with stumbling. Through a forest in Scotland? Blinking at the rising sun across the shimmering water in a buzzing garden in France? Carving the lungs out of a warrior who cannot make a sound lest he is forsaken by his Gods? Tuning the transistor radio, trying to distinguish a shift in frequency? Watching the street from the veranda of a saloon with the burn of the whisky in your cheeks? Yelling for him to slow down as he approaches the intersection on highway 46, "Blood Alley".
The era I would choose would be the day we fished the source material. Took its form in our hands and made it solid. The mass of source material, all its searching dreams over. We fished it out and woke it up.
It had stopped. In the deep, quiet ocean it had paused and now we set it to play.
Drawing is a time machine. Ideas are sometimes born, sometimes dredged out of anywhere. That's the great mystery and delight.