2(B+W)

Fairly self-explanatory - some shots from my second roll of successful black and white film.
That's about all I guess.

IIIIII'll... post some images of the books I'm making with these shots and a range of other stuff later. As in after I've got my shit together.

(You could be waiting a while.)

FAIL

Today I hit crisis point.

I've been told I should scrap my current ideas;
I've been told that the hourlies are my best option (about 2 minutes after being told they were a waste of my time by the same teacher);
I've been told I'm wasting my ability;
I've been thrown into the deep end of conceptual and text based art which I've never really considered and know nothing about (and I'm drowning);
none of my ideas are worthwhile - they aren't clever enough, they've been done, they aren't what I want to do (and these are all MY conclusions);
I've never been 100% happy with anything I've made, ever;
I'm beginning to question the point of it all (again);
none of it serves a purpose;
art is selfish and self-reflexive;
I tried to write my thoughts on the topic down just before and I couldn't articulate a word of it;
Esteban, Andre and Tom Craine all have valid points, none of which counteract the issues I’m having with the art world;
nothing I can do is wrong, and equally isn't right;
everything is so obvious;
I’m struggling;
I’m stalling;
I care because it matters;
I laugh because it doesn't matter in the slightest;
I'm worried... but not really;
I’m confused but I understand;
I’m lost but I know exactly where I am and where I need to be;
I don’t know how to get there and where to turn next;
I don’t know what to do, where to start and how;
I've been hiding behind the safety of research;
I've got nothing to show for my time;
mid-semester reviews are this Monday;
there's a book on my desk at the VCA right now entitled "ART IS EASY";
SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE!

BATH TETRIS

Antonia's birthday. Three day mock camp out at the now empty Richmond warehouse.
Celebrations began with coles icecream cake for dinner instead of the previously planned home-made risotto. No one was complaining.









Went a bit overboard with the candles. Six boxes of matches for kindling. This fire was one of those it-seemed-like-a-good-idea-at-the-time scenarios. Right up until day three rolled around and team scrape-all-the-wax-off-the-bricks was formed.





Day two: bath tetris. Windows open, views of the city, music, storms developing and some serious hail. So much fun.

























Oh, and there was a bit of baptism as well.

























On the second night we painted everyones face a single colour with the acrylic paints I happened to have with me in Richmond. Unfortunately I don't have any photos of us in all our face-painted glory. Just Antonia and Esteban... and a post-peeled Tom Craine. Schade.











My camera is a little bit temperamental at times. On this night the photos went all streaky without any obvious reason.













Esteban took a couple from the last section, and Antonia took a couple from the bath tetris section.