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Entries in illustration (16)

Tuesday
Aug312010

Community Gardens Illustrated

I sat by the window and drew little community garden scenes. Those little snippets of life within a garden that we all love. Piles of collected fruit, colourful windmills, spiralling beans and cheeky frogs.
I'm paid for this?

I scatter them over the paving stones to photograph them so I could bring them into my computer. It's there that I will turn them into an illustration based website for the Community Gardens Network, Western Australia.
I'm paid for this?

I brought the community garden scene to life by bringing the elements into the landscape of a page. I filled them with blocks of colour and let them hang off the edges of the site... because they can!
and I'm paid for this?

I placed my photographs underneath some images, to add a layer of the real juicy garden life. A life I'm experiencing NOW in Queensland. I'm picking and eating my food, I'm planting fruit for my future, I'm grounded when my hands are dirty.

So I'm happy, my client is happy and best of all, I'm paid for this!

Visit www.communitygardenswa.org.au

[current mood] Freshly Juiced Apples & The Shout Out Louds' "Hard Rain"

Wednesday
Jul282010

Stepping Back into Childhood

Every few years I venture back to my home town of Sydney and take myself on a bus ride to my childhood home. I take the same route I would on school days and get off the bus in my suburb of Riverview. I walk down my street which is over in three giant steps (used to be an adventure to go from one end to the other) and stare at my house as the memories flood back. I can't look for long, it's like I've entered a past life, like a dream, and I can't quite touch it, I can't see anyone I know, I stare into the past and feel like a ghost floating through my old life.

I head to the park and cover my old tracks past the mulberry tree, the tidal pool and to the concrete box we used to sunbake on. It's there I tend to get overwhelmed with a loss that I'm yet to understand. I head back up to the corner store and look at the step I sat on to sell posies to earn money for lollies, the park we make-believed in, the trees that smell like times long ago.

Part of this self-guided journey of going back in time is catching up with old primary school friends.

This trip I met some I hadn't seen over 15 years. And I told them my most prominent memories of them. I like that my memory is different to theirs, something they've forgot, something I can share with them like a little gift.

Here are my drawings of some memories I have of my primary school friends.

Kim:
In year four we planted a bean in cotton wool, when I went to your house you had a huge vine growing and mine was long dead. I thought this was reflective of your high achieving nature.

Sacha:
I'm sorry that I made you cry when I forced you to put a stocking over your afro so that we could perform a more 'creative' performance of 'Lean on Me' for our parents.

Heather:
Your toy 'Wazza' caused me to doubt your sanity, especially when you brought him to camp and spent the majority of our bush walks talking to him (and rubbing lanolin on yourself constantly).

Monique:
Remember those mischievous prank calls where we pretended to be calling from 'Neighbours' and we were running a musical instrument guessing competition in which people could win a television? I felt terribly guilty when one lady screamed with joy that she had won.

Jess G:
You were the prettiest girl in class and because of this you could get away with your spit trick where you'd eat a redskin and be able to produce red spit in a long piece and then suck it back up instead of it hitting the ground.


Jess F:
You were sex obsessed. When you sent Monique that postcard which had your invented word 'sexcellent'. Her mum called your mum and you got busted. You went too far.

Jess F:
I had to give you two memories. I distinctly remember you coming back from the bathroom to proudly annouce that you had counted three pubic hairs.

Celina:
You taught me how to make origami stars and we'd fill up jars whilst your brother played computer games and you ate weird asian lollies.

Madeline:
I don't know where you are now, but I stayed at your house and the door slammed causing a porceline doll to fall and break. Your mum came in to hit you with the spoon causing me to run away in fear and I peed on the newly shampooed carpet. I'm still pleased about this because your mum was a bitch.


Trent:
In kindergarten I thought you were cute, but why did you have to peek under my dress on the day my mum insisted on me wearing some bright red silk undies she told me were 'french knickers'?

[current mood] Splendour In The Grass & Multiple Blocks of Lindt

Wednesday
May192010

I saw how my ideas grew last night

As I went to bed last night I saw this happening, my mind was piercing itself with the beginnings of ideas, the beginnings of thoughts. It was setting up tunnels for ideas to grow. As I tried to nod off I was giving my head a work-out. I tried to stop it, but I didn't sleep til my mind was full of holes.

As I awoke, I realised what had happened. All those spaces created 7 hours before were now blooming with solutions. Ideas were resolved. I could see the colours spilling.

It honestly came to me as such a strong visual, I had to share it with you.

Sometimes the pictures should just speak for themselves, and are open to your interpretation, but I felt like telling you a little more... xo

[current mood] Moving to Maleny & Jose Gonzalez

Wednesday
May052010

Jack of All Trades. Master of Fun.

I'm coining this term. But I'll just google it first...

oh, it's actually quite well documented. crap. They've even made a movie with it as a title. But let's just ignore that and pretend I am the first person to ever say it.

My definition is that being a jack of all trades is more fun! You've mastered diversity in your skill base and your daily life experience. Yep, sometimes I wouldn't mind being the world expert on just one thing, or at least in the top 5, but I'll settle for a life full of creative variety over a full immersion.

Here's a sample of my week that shows my trades (and my fun!)...

I wrote a sugar coated article for Spice Magazine on Dessert Club.

 

I took editorial photos of Dixie Marshall (Channel 9 newsreader) for Offspring Magazine.

 

I drew cute things for a WA community gardens website - coming soon!

 

I've been working on an indigenous music label 'TOO SOLID'.

 

And my grotty feet held down a tomato sauce typeface I made for a WA touring aussie comedy show called 3 Blokes & Their Barbies.

Now how could you just choose one?!

[current mood] Mexican food accompanied with Calexico

Thursday
Apr292010

Things that amused me today

How my dad has more time than money.

(and a lot of 5 cent stamps to get through).

 

My printer thanking me for my patients

Spending an hour talking to a guy at Telstra about his ability to make more money at online poker than working in the call centre. And his need to get out of the job because it just makes him want to go out and "hurt people".

Realising I was applying insect repellant, not deodorant.


Finding out a certain member of Devo's first sexual experience (my friend heard it from the horses mouth).

[current mood] Cranberry & Apple Juice & Twitter!

Saturday
Feb062010

Me Me Me

I've been meaning to post this illustration for a while.

And finally, sitting at my friend's outdoor table, I quickly sketched my experience after some lengthy ranting about the woman in question. It's what really happened between us when I was working for her.

There aren't too many people that really really get my goat, but this woman wins tops prize. I really tried to turn my hate vibes into love vibes, but have resorted to illustration-revenge!

I have been really working at the 'why do I attract people that talk AT me for hours' concept. I am seeing a very strong pattern in my life where I am interacting with these kinds. So far I've worked out that I'm a very active listener and invite it somehow, secondly perhaps I am meant to review my own talk-ability as one is often agitated by a trait they possess. This is still a work in progress.

But for now, the bitch gets it.

[current mood] Stu's Tacos & The Hives

Sunday
Jan102010

Vipassana Meditation

I went to a ten day vipassana meditation course on boxing day.

Ten days of silence, introspection, all focus on meditation and learning the technique of vipassana.

We meditated from 4.30am til 9pm with few breaks. We lived like nuns. We didn't look each other in the eye. We were there because we are seeking enlightenment. We knew why we were doing this and it was this willpower that helped us through.

Vipassana meditation is non-religious, does not focus on any external being, object or vision. Instead the technique is about the observation of sensation on the body, with a balanced mind - without craving or aversion. The theory is that we react subconsciously to sensations and that is what causes emotion and ultimate misery. If we can observe these reactions on the body then we do not emotionally engage with them and eventually they disappear. This is the real-living-experience of impermanence.

This would be the hardest thing I've ever done and I have been meaning to go for 9 years. I worked up to this point, I meditated, I grew my wisdom, I practiced, I worked, and still, being at vipassana was the hardest thing I've ever done. And the greatest.

We aren't meant to visualise, but it seems an automatic process for my mind to feel sensations in pictures. I thought I'd share the progress of my experience.

A mind full of jaggered thoughts, leap-frogging, chaotic and unreliable.

 

Slowly the mind quietens to single thoughts you can see and dismiss.
Other unpleasant sensations on the body begin to show up, heartburn, sore shoulders, gallbladder pain.
But I can focus my awareness on the breath coming out of my nostrils and on to my upperlip.

 

I travel across my body and the pains become more severe, the pleasurable vibrations become more prominent. I am starting to be able to feel every inch of my skin.
The strangest sensations come out, then fade away. Each one a reaction I have 'let go of'.

 

I feel like a galaxy, shooting star sensations, electrons all over, subtle pains.
Observe Observe, do not react... I can feel my crown tingle the most.

 

At the end the sensations expand, they lift off the skin and I can send them out to others around me.

This only lasted a couple of days, then I was all used up again.
I'd almost consider being a full time meditator to stay in this zone. Life just zaps the hell out of me. And for those that say 'you gotta live in the real world'... well, this real world isn't the real world at all.

I'm off to the bush again by myself to find my bliss.

Will write next from there......

x

[current mood] Mushroom Risotto & The Family Guy

Thursday
Jan072010

Things that my mind amuses me with

I ran towards the parking inspector issuing my car a ticket.
I'm sorry, I thought I'd be back in time,
it's just that I was, literally, pinned down!

Acupuncture is a bliss

and I drove away on my cloud.

[current mood] Organic Bananas & Goenka Chanting

 

Friday
Nov202009

Naked Men and Mangoes

These are the two reasons I have come to Ubud, Bali.
I can feast on my favourite food (the mango), and indulge in life drawing!

Much Bali black tea and much pastel all over my face and clothes.

I was invited to join Peter Efford's life drawing retreat and stay at Pondok Saraswati (the goddess of artistic pursuit!)

This is the entrance that greets you into the compound.

The staff make offerings every morning in many a nook.

Orchids just grow and dazzle in sunlight.

This is the view from my room on to rice paddies accompanied with harhooing women scaring birds and a tapping windmill.

The drawing retreat is just me and two old blokes. I like our odd little posse. It's more intensive learning! We draw in the morning and spend the afternoon eating our way through Bali. We've imagined our experience as a movie and decided the underlying theme would be the pursuit of the best coconut icecream in Bali - and that would have to be the final scene but as the credits role we all end up in minor hilarious disasters contrary to the conclusions we had come to on the retreat.

Peter said to me a few days ago 'you can draw, you know that right?' and I thought, hmmm, Mr Positive Reinforcement understands how the mind works. Mine quietly glowed with this thought and the words repeat repeat and the belief generates. In the brain, the neural pathway of "I can draw" - simply - is strengthened. And that ugly barbed pathway that says "I cant draw" begins to fade. And soon enough I think I might just be good at this drawing thing.

I have improved a lot in a week. Even in one day I'll jump in leaps and bounds. Here are my first and second sketch of Gusti.

The first one had me enraged with it's horridness. I always see 'highschool' in my work. But the second, ooh, is that mine?
Then I did a third and worked it up in colour. It really looks like Gusti.

And yes, he may look like he's "watching his house burn down" (Pete!) but it's my first experiment with colour and I like to play.

We've been studying anatomy of the human figure. Using both conti pencils (made from blood did you know?) and also learning how to use pastels. Here are some studies.

I like the word 'studies' as it sounds so art-professional as well as taking the pressure off the work. It's just a little study...

We have gone to a popular life drawing studio called 'Pranoto's'. He's a Java man, an incredible life drawer. A group of ex pats and Indo art students sit around the edges of a room drawing/painting/watercolouring/texta-ing a model. I love walking around the room to see the individual styles of the artists. It could almost be better to not look and develop your style. To attempt to emulate others is to neglect the YOU that you can only be. However I like to analyse and play with others techniques to add to my palette of options. Here is my favourite drawing from the first session...

It was a 15 minute sketch that I did after working on the same pose for an hour and hating that drawing!!

And I love my drawing from the second session...

I got so excited after seeing others in the group paint the model that I went out and bought some paint! I had to use gladwrap for my palette because when I got home at 9pm there were no appropriate palette options.

and I had to paint the only thing in front of me. A mango! Under a lamp...


I visited a temple and was washed over with the realisation that I just want to be a full time artist. I have been denying myself the opportunities to explore the many artistic things I want to play with. The list is endless, from glazing clay, weaving baskets, crafting silver, painting like a fauvist....

And Pete's parting words have been 'trust yourself and keep exploring'...

Let's see if I can survive the thought.

[current mood] The sound of Squeeky Clean Hair & Fruit with Coconut and Palm Sugar

Friday
Oct302009

How To Date Me - 101

I know that I have a lot to give in a relationship. I know all the potential I have to explore, make and create with a partner.... Today I thought about how happy I could be just baking amazing things all day with love.

However I am like a rather untapped resource in that regard. I've had boyfriends mostly with very little inspiration. If I said "what would you like to do today?" they would probably reply "dunno, what do you want to do?"

"grrrrrrrr!!!"

I've had a few friends who have complained of their partners lack of creativity when it comes to spending time together. Sometimes I think we go a bit numb when we are IN the relationship and just can't think beyond "dinner and a movie".

I just thought I'd put a few ideas 'out there' for future lovers, and how they might impress me! Obviously direct copies of illustrated date examples is not very inspiring, but you may just get the drift.

The other bonus is that they're mostly free. I'm never impressed with money or cliches. Every time a man has given me a single red rose wrapped in plastic I've had to end the relationship through sheer cliche-disgust. I'd prefer you collected varieties of purple flowers from the park and tied them up with twine. That has meaning in it's making.

Here are my date suggestions:

What beautiful date ideas do you have? Or have you experienced?