Art for Grabs

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The Age, Tuesday 3 August 2010

Evolution of a Dandelion

Clockwise from top left:

1. Ink and correction fluid on paper, 2008

2. Ink on  paper, 2009

3. Linoprint, 2010

4. Linoprint scanned and photoshopped, 2010

Storybook final

So this is the final illustration- it's an ink drawing on A3 paper, photographed and craftily touched up using Photoshop (sigh for not having an A3 scanner). Hopefully it makes more sense now with the text added.

And here is the negative- I cannot decide which one gives the best results-:

Storybook Illustration

Red teacup

Finally. A watercolour that I can be happy with.

Fish

Blank Space II

02.03.10

                                          A3

                                          Mixed media (pencil/watercolour/acrylic) on paper

I'm terribly displeased with this one, but hey, it's experimental, right?

Blank Space

Poem II

The Last Dregs of Summer

The last garden salad tossed and eaten
On broken dinner trays while the TV tells of last year's inferno.
The drive home.
While smooth white trees flicker
and dance colours  through our eyes,
crowns ablaze in an auburn haze
like candles.
While the sweat of summer dissipates and
sets over the dusky blue ridges of horizon.
Leaving a sweet pink taste like cotton candy
and last year's furniture tossed out on the naturestrip.
We're going home.
On the freeway the cars and the tussock grass agree
it's been a long hot one.
A dry branch bleached lies broken.
A cicada sings its song to the watermelon sky
Seven years in an unturning darkness
this is a first summer, and also a last.
A brief prickle of yellow grass underfoot in an empty lot
before the road winds us home in a muted purple hue amid brief flashes
of traffic lights and neon.
'All passengers please assume the brace
position as we prepare for landing.'
It's going to be a bumpy ride.

Watercolour II

I'm slowly getting the hang of this, perhaps?

Man/Bird

Tape measures

Watercolour I

Poem I

Recipe for an Australian Summer Roadtrip

The thick, damp smell of perspiration and sunscreen
leaving oily traces in unexpected places
on car door handles, seats, and sunglasses
bums stuck to seats.
Strange lines crawling, rotating across
faces, arms, thighs and feet.
the flicker of trees, passing
casting light or shadow, light or shadow
strange tan lines. sunburnt feet.
while a single cloud hangs forlorn in the sky.
There is not wind, only the warm
artificial one that comes through the
gap in the window
Conversations evaporating as the water in our
throats dry up.
life freezing in a hot shimmering melt under a red traffic light
Where did the drink bottle go?
A crinkle of sweaty tissues on the
floor. discarded. dehydrated.
Moisture sucked drop by drop.
It’s an easy weight loss program, like
wringing a sponge.
Easy- until thirst can stand no more.
It was in the corner, on the back seat.

Wanderlust

Art

The front cover of my 2010 school art visual diary.

Hands

A Typewriter

This is a quick line drawing as part of something bigger I have in mind...

Trees + Girl (with headdress)

These are some line drawings that I do when I want to unwind- they usually start off from a single point and grow to sometimes cover a whole page, in a stream of consciousness kind of way. I feel that I could have gone so much further with the Indian headdress if only my pen didn't start to run out.
Maybe in retrospect that was a good thing?

On the beach at Glenelg

Watercolours have never been one of my strengths. It would seem to me that this hasn't changed. I'm too impatient to wait for each wash to dry properly, so my paintings tend to end up as one big inky blur with colours bleeding everywhere.
One day I'll teach myself how to paint properly- when I have the patience.

Original photo taken from the November page of my 2008 calendar

44 Sunsets

From Antoine de Saint-Exupery's The Little Prince:

Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life... For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset.
I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:
"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."
"But we must wait," I said.
"Wait? For what?"
"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."
At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me: "I am always thinking that I am at home!"
Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France. If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like...
"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added: "You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..."
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"

Blaise Pascal:

'The heart has its reasons that reason doesn't know.'

Knit Knitting Knitted

Doodles on the back of my sketchbook:

Knitting Bird has been popping up in places for a while now, though I think never so publicly.

Melbourne nightlife

Thought I haven't done anything for a while, so spent the evening drawing this:

                                                A4

                                               Pencil on paper

Too Many Reindeer

Reindeer

Been making a few paper-cutout cards for people.

Lino printing

Lino printing- one of my favourite techniques due to its ability to yield striking results.
These are nothing spectacular, being 1) bubble wrap and 2) and nice, red, leathery paint texture, but still I cannot bring myself to rip them up in the creation of something more substantial. They're too perfectly abstract as they are.

Xmas edit

Xmas Designs

Been doing a bit of stuff for Christmas- I guess I'm just sick of the cheap $2 shop Christmas cards, so I've set about making my own.

Little Planets

Can't really call these art, but I really do love my little planets.

Beached

More Photoshop fun-ness.

Maybe I should use this technique more often? (Photo is from Brighton Beach, taken by 13yo me.)

Global Melbourne

Yes, Melbourne it is. A simple Photoshop technique that is yet to be perfected.

Black, white & colour

I'm really getting the hang of Photoshop colouring now. This is a five-second job: simple... but effective. The black & white drawing started as a rough sketch for my cardboard picture.