The dude & his wife came yesty & while immediately they thought it was awesome they did start to pick niggles soon after & it went from there into fail territory by the time we were finished pickin it to bits. I pulled out the tools & the plaster bucket & did some instant reno work & we got closer but still when they left we were indecisive on things. Have asked them to return in a few days. Then i got to work & worked all day on it. Made large changes. Had a revelation regards the cheek/jowl area. Incrementally i may be getting the guys face. Cannot believe how hard this is. He says it himself though when he looks thru photos of himself they are "all different!". The books i read about portrait sculpture have not helped much. I can do better eyebrow areas so ppl don't look surprised, but thats it. They didn't help with a likeness at all.
Sick today. Horrible head cold. Typical. But no whingeing. No whingeing til 2010, i resolved. Think i will make a NY resolution to do less whingeing generally. I won't say do none, cos it can be entertaining to hear a proper good humorous whinge & sometimes whingeing has its place, lets face it i would write much less blog if i didn't whinge. But its a bit negative really innit.
Anyway having a sick day. Biggest effort, which left me wringing in sweat & shaking legs was wrapping 2 sets of birthday presents. Lest u think thats not much work, well it took about a hour so it was hard yakka. Have now 2 bags of b'day presents & not sure which is whose. Bugger. Ah yes no there is 1 way to tell but i won't write it here in case they look. Which they don't cos nobody reads this blog but Ben. Hi Ben!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
The Do
The dude is much better now that i have like adjusted his hair style. Funny that cos really in all the photos his Do is kinda different, & esp now he is a elder dude in reality, there ain't much left at all - but it STILL improves the likeness & thank christ it no longer has the hitleresque hair style that really doesn't flatter anybody or anything. Thats a real bummer when u finish up at the end of the day on a likeness & the thing looks like hitler. FFS. F_F_S. But now his Do is a little flouncier & all is improved. Now if i can just get his eyes to look similar.. but think i nearly got it.
Once again proving if u keep at it long after a sane person would have chucked it in 1000 times over, u WILL get there. Not that i'm quite there, but nearly i can see that oncoming train at the end of the tunnel. I even put on his number on his shirt. Lookin good there. One thing i can do good is the numbers.
One thing thats powered me ahead is i got some new glasses, the Opto gave them to me. They are like 1.5x enlarging plain sorta glasses that u can buy down the chemist for 20 bucks he sez. But the good bit is that they don't muck with yer perspective like my prescription ones did. That was a different Opto. Some total wanker i suspect, he wanted to "improve" my vision by fucking it up totally. The more i think about that the more pissed off i get. He said my eyes were weird & in two diff directions so he wanted to solve that by somehow turning one eye around via those glasses. Without considering that i BEEN SEEING LIKE THAT FOR MY ENTIRE LiFE ALREADY & didn't need my bloody eye turned around i needed a cataract fixed, which he said i didn't have. FFS i should go back there & shoot him.
On a break this arvo i sat down in armchair with the Kaossilator & a little mono speaker attached & mucked about. I made this sweet simple quiet hypnotic little loop & feel asleep to it. Woke up it was still going. That was real nice.
Once again proving if u keep at it long after a sane person would have chucked it in 1000 times over, u WILL get there. Not that i'm quite there, but nearly i can see that oncoming train at the end of the tunnel. I even put on his number on his shirt. Lookin good there. One thing i can do good is the numbers.
One thing thats powered me ahead is i got some new glasses, the Opto gave them to me. They are like 1.5x enlarging plain sorta glasses that u can buy down the chemist for 20 bucks he sez. But the good bit is that they don't muck with yer perspective like my prescription ones did. That was a different Opto. Some total wanker i suspect, he wanted to "improve" my vision by fucking it up totally. The more i think about that the more pissed off i get. He said my eyes were weird & in two diff directions so he wanted to solve that by somehow turning one eye around via those glasses. Without considering that i BEEN SEEING LIKE THAT FOR MY ENTIRE LiFE ALREADY & didn't need my bloody eye turned around i needed a cataract fixed, which he said i didn't have. FFS i should go back there & shoot him.
On a break this arvo i sat down in armchair with the Kaossilator & a little mono speaker attached & mucked about. I made this sweet simple quiet hypnotic little loop & feel asleep to it. Woke up it was still going. That was real nice.
Drawing
Today i sat down & tried to draw this guy. I think sitting about drawing or painting is just so xcellent bludge.. cup of tea, a heater, a cat purrin nearby maybe, i can see why painters feel so superior. Dumbass sculptors out there in the cold, rain, sleet, heat, etc slavin away & getting filthy & catching cold & dermatitis & rotting feet out in plaster mud. Gross innit. Yes it is. But anyway i have kinda got a bit better into the guys head. Externally speaking. Went out & attacked the real thing after that & i feel slightly better about it. This time i'm just building his face in plaster, on the body. I guess its kinda cool to do that, cos its really not an easy way to do it. But my lack of progress in the studio working in clay has kinda depressed me. And this seems to be working well.
Xmas passed in a whirl of junk food & a bit of outings. There's 3 birthdays this month of the 4 ppl in this house & we all been shoppin furiously lately but yet preending to be all casual.
I've hinted for a Sabco broom.
Xmas passed in a whirl of junk food & a bit of outings. There's 3 birthdays this month of the 4 ppl in this house & we all been shoppin furiously lately but yet preending to be all casual.
I've hinted for a Sabco broom.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
More xmas choppin
Been doing yet more food shopping. Seem to have caught the terror that everybody gets this time of yr when the shops shut for 2 whole days. Tho we have 4 people to feed at the moment, at least one of them appears to not actually eat anything so its hard to see where it all goes. Anyway apart from a dearth of chocolate & lettuce, we are set now for the next 2 days, Xmas & Boxing Day.
The dude of whom i am sculpting came over yesty with his wife, so she could have a look. She is a painter & did the same art school as me, even. She is awesome - not only did she really like the sculpture, but she went into great detail & depth on the dudes head & got him to suffer there while she pointed out all the strange parts of his head & explained his head was quite weird & how hard it was as she had tried to paint his portrait many times. We again discussed his nose in enormous depth & she made me feel his nose so i can understand it now where the bone is & how the cartilage works cos i studied nose anatomy before (i can feel u laffing but its true i have) and now i can understand why his is shaped like that. He has an original nose, he reckons it was never broken while he played, but maybe as a kid. Anyway eyebrows & nose, planes of face, i learned a lot. And i've asked them to come back next week & they would love to, which is way nice eh. It can't just be the cake & tea, i'm sure they would like a good sculpture too. Which is what i want! So i should get it fairly well along & then get it checked out again when they come back, & so i'm feeling real pleased about it.
Feeling people's head is a fantastic way to understand them BTW but i doubt most sculptors do that. I don't think people would really like to get their head groped just cos they commissioned a head - but its a shame cos it really shows you a lot about how their head is. I wonder if my failing eyesight was once better enough that i could have got all this data without fingering a person's head? Maybe, I think the hands just shortcut what the eyes need to decode. I'll never know that for sure cos i never did likeness type heads when i was young & my eyes worked top. Maybe after i get my eyes fixed they'll work better. But I'm scared to get my eyes fixed in case they work like they do now with glasses, which is i lose all nuances of depth perception. The world is like paper cutouts laid on top of each other, so there is some type of depth there, but each object is dead flat. This makes me very unhappy. It makes me realise though, maybe, why most sculptors go abstract as they get on. Its possibly a camoflaging manouver so nobody knows they can't see for shit anymore.
The dude of whom i am sculpting came over yesty with his wife, so she could have a look. She is a painter & did the same art school as me, even. She is awesome - not only did she really like the sculpture, but she went into great detail & depth on the dudes head & got him to suffer there while she pointed out all the strange parts of his head & explained his head was quite weird & how hard it was as she had tried to paint his portrait many times. We again discussed his nose in enormous depth & she made me feel his nose so i can understand it now where the bone is & how the cartilage works cos i studied nose anatomy before (i can feel u laffing but its true i have) and now i can understand why his is shaped like that. He has an original nose, he reckons it was never broken while he played, but maybe as a kid. Anyway eyebrows & nose, planes of face, i learned a lot. And i've asked them to come back next week & they would love to, which is way nice eh. It can't just be the cake & tea, i'm sure they would like a good sculpture too. Which is what i want! So i should get it fairly well along & then get it checked out again when they come back, & so i'm feeling real pleased about it.
Feeling people's head is a fantastic way to understand them BTW but i doubt most sculptors do that. I don't think people would really like to get their head groped just cos they commissioned a head - but its a shame cos it really shows you a lot about how their head is. I wonder if my failing eyesight was once better enough that i could have got all this data without fingering a person's head? Maybe, I think the hands just shortcut what the eyes need to decode. I'll never know that for sure cos i never did likeness type heads when i was young & my eyes worked top. Maybe after i get my eyes fixed they'll work better. But I'm scared to get my eyes fixed in case they work like they do now with glasses, which is i lose all nuances of depth perception. The world is like paper cutouts laid on top of each other, so there is some type of depth there, but each object is dead flat. This makes me very unhappy. It makes me realise though, maybe, why most sculptors go abstract as they get on. Its possibly a camoflaging manouver so nobody knows they can't see for shit anymore.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Xmas choppin
Had a great time xmas shopping.. we don't "do" xmas really but yet still suffer the slings n arrows of the xmas shoppin xperience due to everybody else "doing" xmas. U get that if u live in civilization i.e. big city in Aus. But i've taken to the after hrs xmas shoppin universe & this is very satisfactory. Being out at 10pm wandering alone thru the toy aisles - all of em fully stocked mind you, which never happens - what a relaxing time. More store staff than shoppers actually. The star wars stormtroopers i been eking out of ebay are on the shelves now. i bought one, it is actually luke whatsisface under the helmet, chose that one cos i know his helmet doesn't fall off all the time. Having played (is that ok for a grownup?) with a friend's child's collection & studied this up. Its a beauty & the family most impressed with how expressive it is. Even sis, who is not easily moved to playing with toys, whatsoever, or approving of same, quite likes this little dude.
Also got a little Terminator for $3 which quite a good bargain, nobody else seems to want those things. I can understand, its not much like a real Terminator in looks for a start, & its poseability is very limited. $3 is about right. Yet there is a strange feeling of godlike power to hold a Terminator in the palm of yr hand, esp if you have seen the movies, cos they are evil little f'ers in the real world. Heh.
Also got a little Terminator for $3 which quite a good bargain, nobody else seems to want those things. I can understand, its not much like a real Terminator in looks for a start, & its poseability is very limited. $3 is about right. Yet there is a strange feeling of godlike power to hold a Terminator in the palm of yr hand, esp if you have seen the movies, cos they are evil little f'ers in the real world. Heh.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
On hols - Xmas
The dude upon which the life sized man is based come for another visit. He picked out some more issues with the 'spring off the hip' action. Bit of a bugger that there is only weeks of time left, there are major changes needed so this isn't gonna be easy. Still this is yet another important thing i'm learning, get em early. I may have learned that before, but if i just get it right next time, that would rock.
Bro-in-law is here now for a month of physio & told us the story he was looking for a bank down the local mall & ended up in the hairdressers trying to get the exchange rate out of the guy there & then arguing about it when he said he had no internet. Pretty funny. I countered that story with my embarrassing story of ringing the tyre place last week & them losing my car, when it was the wrong tyre place; & it seems like i possibly been consistently booking my car in at Jax & then dropping it off at Jobsons which are on the same intersection, almost. For years.
Yesterday watched Pandorum the sci fi horror flick, its pretty good & some of the gore was so intense & vast that i think it cracked a new level of grossout in my brain. Great stuff then eh.
Today we went to see dad's new gravestone. It was pretty good, the spelling & all & it was straight etc all spot on, except it was on the wrong plot. He had someone's grandma's grave on his plot & she must have had his, unless there were more graves involved in the total fuckup. We like to imagine that dad would be laughing about it but i'm not actually sure, and we're definitely pissed & some of us were in tears about it so i'm on the phone first thing tomorrow & get right up em. FFS there is one really important & yet quite simple thing you have absolutely to get right, eh. How can you get that wrong?
Bro-in-law is here now for a month of physio & told us the story he was looking for a bank down the local mall & ended up in the hairdressers trying to get the exchange rate out of the guy there & then arguing about it when he said he had no internet. Pretty funny. I countered that story with my embarrassing story of ringing the tyre place last week & them losing my car, when it was the wrong tyre place; & it seems like i possibly been consistently booking my car in at Jax & then dropping it off at Jobsons which are on the same intersection, almost. For years.
Yesterday watched Pandorum the sci fi horror flick, its pretty good & some of the gore was so intense & vast that i think it cracked a new level of grossout in my brain. Great stuff then eh.
Today we went to see dad's new gravestone. It was pretty good, the spelling & all & it was straight etc all spot on, except it was on the wrong plot. He had someone's grandma's grave on his plot & she must have had his, unless there were more graves involved in the total fuckup. We like to imagine that dad would be laughing about it but i'm not actually sure, and we're definitely pissed & some of us were in tears about it so i'm on the phone first thing tomorrow & get right up em. FFS there is one really important & yet quite simple thing you have absolutely to get right, eh. How can you get that wrong?
Thursday, December 17, 2009
2009 resolution
December resolution, no more whingeing till 2010.
Hmm so what does that leave to talk about... ah yes, i'm on hols now. Yahoo! 2 weeks orf u little BEWDY!!!
Got measured for a cataract op this morning, i was under the impression it would take 2 hrs of measuring & i wouldn't be able to see good after, like my eyes'd be all blurry. So i went to work for just 2 hrs real early & said i'd be then off for the rest o the day on sick leave. However i was exceedingly happy to discover the opto was over in 30 mins & I could see normal. Whoo-hoo! The vista of an afternoon to MYSELF was suddenly appearing. A real anal retentive swot would have gone back to work, but a mob o orangutans could not have dragged me. I went shopping & got a tiny boom box for the studio from Aldi's. I dunno how u could call a cup-sized radio a boom box its more like a tweet box but anyway it plays mp3's off cd & it was cheap as. Had a lovely nap at home while listening to a Skeptoid podcast. Ah this is the life. Tho one could also admit it was so damn hot u could do little else. But no whingeing... Then out to do a bit o sculpting in the carport. The big man is kinda pleasing now even without a head. It looks pretty well sprung like its about to chuck that ball right at ya. I like that. The dude himself will come check it out tomorrow. I had tried to do the head sunday but i got sick. Went to the studio, tried but got nowhere. It was that earache thing coming to a head. Or to my stomach, anyway. It all went away the next day but.
Applied as Geek In Residence with Arts Council. You never know. Got to try it could be really cool.
Hmm so what does that leave to talk about... ah yes, i'm on hols now. Yahoo! 2 weeks orf u little BEWDY!!!
Got measured for a cataract op this morning, i was under the impression it would take 2 hrs of measuring & i wouldn't be able to see good after, like my eyes'd be all blurry. So i went to work for just 2 hrs real early & said i'd be then off for the rest o the day on sick leave. However i was exceedingly happy to discover the opto was over in 30 mins & I could see normal. Whoo-hoo! The vista of an afternoon to MYSELF was suddenly appearing. A real anal retentive swot would have gone back to work, but a mob o orangutans could not have dragged me. I went shopping & got a tiny boom box for the studio from Aldi's. I dunno how u could call a cup-sized radio a boom box its more like a tweet box but anyway it plays mp3's off cd & it was cheap as. Had a lovely nap at home while listening to a Skeptoid podcast. Ah this is the life. Tho one could also admit it was so damn hot u could do little else. But no whingeing... Then out to do a bit o sculpting in the carport. The big man is kinda pleasing now even without a head. It looks pretty well sprung like its about to chuck that ball right at ya. I like that. The dude himself will come check it out tomorrow. I had tried to do the head sunday but i got sick. Went to the studio, tried but got nowhere. It was that earache thing coming to a head. Or to my stomach, anyway. It all went away the next day but.
Applied as Geek In Residence with Arts Council. You never know. Got to try it could be really cool.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
New studio start
Sunday... I finally did a stroke of work in the new studio yesterday. I made a head of the current life sized dude. Its cool how if you just flog yourself mercilessly for hours you do eventually get a vague likeness. I'm not being sarcarstic there i actually mean it. Need to do it again & it should get better. I'm about to go for the day. This time i will have a working light bulb in my desk light so i might be able to get some shadow & that makes it easier to work. The poor old light has been moved so many times & the bulb always survived but all good things etc.
I'm very lucky- my studio is on the lower level & cool & i got Dave's mofo floor fan. Just need a bar fridge....
Good news... finally took the car to the shop & said can u tell me what that scary noise is & it turn out its most likely a wheel bearing which means its UNDER WARRANTY cos they put the things in a little while ago. Well thanks goodness i was expecting it to be like the tailshaft or the diff or something, cos thats all that hasn't been bloody replaced on the car in the last few yrs... But thats great eh. Hopefully they'll fix that tomorrow.
I'm very lucky- my studio is on the lower level & cool & i got Dave's mofo floor fan. Just need a bar fridge....
Good news... finally took the car to the shop & said can u tell me what that scary noise is & it turn out its most likely a wheel bearing which means its UNDER WARRANTY cos they put the things in a little while ago. Well thanks goodness i was expecting it to be like the tailshaft or the diff or something, cos thats all that hasn't been bloody replaced on the car in the last few yrs... But thats great eh. Hopefully they'll fix that tomorrow.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Cracking up & along
One of my workmates cracked & started yelling & stormed out this arvo. Just a bit too much micromanagement. She's bloodywell gonna use Gmail for calendar from now on instead cos she can never get the colours right enough for the team calendar. She uses Entourage apparently this gives a colour difference with Outlook. I guess mac uses Pantone colours or summink.
I've been brought close to it myself a few times recently. I particularly don't like the veiled sarcasm that pretends to answer a question that you start to think (after a long long time of listening to this rambling simmering anger BS answer) that maybe you shouldn't have asked, thats a fave, and if it happens again i'm gonna use that cool rejoinder that Sharon was telling me about: "i don't like the tone of your voice", & that should go down perfect.
And there's the whats going on i need to know/why don't you tell the person who needs to know type of catch 22 experience.
But i think you have to try to be patient & try to do your best for the team & not tell your boss to F'off, cos *maybe* there is some point to the annoying tasks. And how to refuse to jump up at the beck n call, without seeming just to be lazy? Whatever faint shadow of whimsy crosses the bossmind i get the bloody job. Get some cables we might need some sometime in the future. Fuck. The cables are 5 steps from our room. Sadly its up to me to curb this idiocy, cos i allow the power, that goes to boss' head. I have to stop doing what i'm told.
For a week or so i've had this occasional intense pain in the back of my neck at the left. Its like being stabbed. I realised that when i was seated at my desk this area of my neck was pointed at the exact spot at which my boss sits. I have other horrible symptoms as well. Got an earache that goes right down inside my neck, that ones on the right, keeps me awake at night. I feel pretty rotten generally & i'm getting flashbacks of bad things that depress me. I always get weird symptoms when i'm in some situation i shouldn't be in. Its funny, my body just starts yelling at me. This must be "body language".
On a positive side we had some nice xmas work things lately. The IT xmas party which was not a bloody orgy of back & front stabbing & fisticuffs that i expected, it was quite pleasant. Probably cos most ppl who care enough to ruckus have been purged already. And the VC's do, which was absolutely awesome, in the quad at sunset. I'm sure we won't do anything in our team itself, but to be quite frank, who cares. ....... And thats why we won't, LOL!
I've been brought close to it myself a few times recently. I particularly don't like the veiled sarcasm that pretends to answer a question that you start to think (after a long long time of listening to this rambling simmering anger BS answer) that maybe you shouldn't have asked, thats a fave, and if it happens again i'm gonna use that cool rejoinder that Sharon was telling me about: "i don't like the tone of your voice", & that should go down perfect.
And there's the whats going on i need to know/why don't you tell the person who needs to know type of catch 22 experience.
But i think you have to try to be patient & try to do your best for the team & not tell your boss to F'off, cos *maybe* there is some point to the annoying tasks. And how to refuse to jump up at the beck n call, without seeming just to be lazy? Whatever faint shadow of whimsy crosses the bossmind i get the bloody job. Get some cables we might need some sometime in the future. Fuck. The cables are 5 steps from our room. Sadly its up to me to curb this idiocy, cos i allow the power, that goes to boss' head. I have to stop doing what i'm told.
For a week or so i've had this occasional intense pain in the back of my neck at the left. Its like being stabbed. I realised that when i was seated at my desk this area of my neck was pointed at the exact spot at which my boss sits. I have other horrible symptoms as well. Got an earache that goes right down inside my neck, that ones on the right, keeps me awake at night. I feel pretty rotten generally & i'm getting flashbacks of bad things that depress me. I always get weird symptoms when i'm in some situation i shouldn't be in. Its funny, my body just starts yelling at me. This must be "body language".
On a positive side we had some nice xmas work things lately. The IT xmas party which was not a bloody orgy of back & front stabbing & fisticuffs that i expected, it was quite pleasant. Probably cos most ppl who care enough to ruckus have been purged already. And the VC's do, which was absolutely awesome, in the quad at sunset. I'm sure we won't do anything in our team itself, but to be quite frank, who cares. ....... And thats why we won't, LOL!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Never let it be said
that i don't bloody try hard sometimes. Or plan to.
I was very far down yesterday & almost planning a sickie.. and i was really just cruising for a car breakdown on the way in this morn so i could go get the car fixed & thus miss most of work. Not that car isn't wanting to oblige, its been right shitful lately. That noise is very loud now. But it dragged me in there. Kickin & screamin inside.
Anyway i have decided to go hard on this job business. i got to learn it & be good as i can at it, as long as i can manage it MAINLY at work. I'm not so crazed or have enough time to do homework. Tho i'm writing this as i wait for visual basic free version to download & install so i can do a wee bit of vb programming at home, so hmm. Still, some RUNS ON THE BORED is what i need to manufacture. I guess. WTF do i know about getting a head in business.
Aprez work i ditched a work mate who wanted to keep drinking beer til it was time to go eat seaweed & got a sulk out of that. Stuff it i got Thangs to Do. Got home & did nothin. But i'd still be out, if i'd gone, and i'm so sleepy.
I was very far down yesterday & almost planning a sickie.. and i was really just cruising for a car breakdown on the way in this morn so i could go get the car fixed & thus miss most of work. Not that car isn't wanting to oblige, its been right shitful lately. That noise is very loud now. But it dragged me in there. Kickin & screamin inside.
Anyway i have decided to go hard on this job business. i got to learn it & be good as i can at it, as long as i can manage it MAINLY at work. I'm not so crazed or have enough time to do homework. Tho i'm writing this as i wait for visual basic free version to download & install so i can do a wee bit of vb programming at home, so hmm. Still, some RUNS ON THE BORED is what i need to manufacture. I guess. WTF do i know about getting a head in business.
Aprez work i ditched a work mate who wanted to keep drinking beer til it was time to go eat seaweed & got a sulk out of that. Stuff it i got Thangs to Do. Got home & did nothin. But i'd still be out, if i'd gone, and i'm so sleepy.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
7 days back
And i want to go on 10 months leave again.
I've been replaced by that weedy handshake boy, i worked it out today. Thats pretty depressing. Considering i was there from like at least a year before anyone else currently in the whole team, i'm now the newbie & lowest on the pecking order & the team leaders secretary. Funny how easily u can fall innit. I imagine its just like this if you go off to pop a sprog too. But fuck em. He may be up to speed & one o da boyz but at least i don't make shit up when i dunno something.
However - making shit up does tend to make you look good. You look efficient & knowledgeable, professional. Sigh. Ain't it the way. The only thing you can hope is that kinda person rises rapidly to managership.
I've been replaced by that weedy handshake boy, i worked it out today. Thats pretty depressing. Considering i was there from like at least a year before anyone else currently in the whole team, i'm now the newbie & lowest on the pecking order & the team leaders secretary. Funny how easily u can fall innit. I imagine its just like this if you go off to pop a sprog too. But fuck em. He may be up to speed & one o da boyz but at least i don't make shit up when i dunno something.
However - making shit up does tend to make you look good. You look efficient & knowledgeable, professional. Sigh. Ain't it the way. The only thing you can hope is that kinda person rises rapidly to managership.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Red Card Green Card
So.... you thought i might stop bloggin just cos i said i was finished. Well, i'm still here. Just cos i like talking crap i guess.
I went back to work, and its been 5 days of work. Feels like a billion years i must say. Getting up at 6am every day got old fast. Work is hard. Its not really a pleasure, except for the people there that i like, i enjoy their company. Its hard, & long hrs & no time for facebook/email/surfing. Sigh. It felt Ok though.. even tho i'd had a week of solid depression about going back it was not as bad as i had feared. People are not already disappointed at my lack o skills. That will come with time LOL.
I cracked out the old motorbike. Polished the bits i could reach. Squirted half a can of Start Ya Bastard down its gullet & it started first pop. Rode it 2 days & got such nasty blisters on my clutch hand that i'm over the "no neutral with heavy clutch" thing in traffic. Trade it in on a postie bike..
I went to see the National art school grad show thurs evening. First i slipped into Photography & immediately regretted it. I started to feel like why did i come. Why do they always have the teddy bears being stabbed with scissors? Escaped. Grabbed a beer & a kiss from a Technical Assistant & slipped away to avoid the speeches. I went to Painting, which used to be the Butchery & Pastry Cooking. I'd never been up inside those buildings & i really went in for the architecture. Tested the walkway up outside it where i'd always wanted to walk. Saw some shit painting. Lot of shit painting. Somebody had done some nice sketch paintings & then done them bigger but somehow lost all the skill they'd had in the sketches. That was depressing. A small glimmer & then it went away. Hopefully it'll come back. Its got to come back. Back downstairs i saw my old toolstore had been transformed into a little black painted dark curtained room with kinetic art in it with wee lights & stuff. Great. I loved my room, but this is cool.
Was pretty disappointed with the sculpture. Some of the work was ok but mainly they had this idea that they needed loads of SPACE between the exhibited items. Not much work either, but oddly presented. The space was arse. Stupid & pointless space, badly placed & annoying. I never been optically offended by space before... which was kinda interesting actually.
Friday was training course at work in being in a big team. Beats working, anyway. It was less bad than expected. There was a small subteam there who we are about to amagamate. They consistently fucked up the team activities by being self centred rather than working with everybody. Red card only when everybody else was green card. This doesn't bode well.
One skinny stalk of success i did have this past week. I crowned myself Queen of the Dells... i successfully dismantled my purple dell mini 10v & changed the ram to a 2 gig stick. Thats the most it can take & to do that you need to strip the entire thing down to 1 circuit board. I watched a video walkthru on youtube about it. Only had to watch it 1.0001 times, it was very clear. Bit nerve wracking working at the plastic fittings, thats all. i used a lot of plastic credit cards etc to help with the leverage on the bits that clip on. Everything very small... 3mm wide ribbon cables & stuff... a couple of times i took macro shots with the camera & zoomed in just so i could tell how to undo something. Done it but. It made me happy. Technical stuff rocks. Bow down little dells your queen is here.
I went back to work, and its been 5 days of work. Feels like a billion years i must say. Getting up at 6am every day got old fast. Work is hard. Its not really a pleasure, except for the people there that i like, i enjoy their company. Its hard, & long hrs & no time for facebook/email/surfing. Sigh. It felt Ok though.. even tho i'd had a week of solid depression about going back it was not as bad as i had feared. People are not already disappointed at my lack o skills. That will come with time LOL.
I cracked out the old motorbike. Polished the bits i could reach. Squirted half a can of Start Ya Bastard down its gullet & it started first pop. Rode it 2 days & got such nasty blisters on my clutch hand that i'm over the "no neutral with heavy clutch" thing in traffic. Trade it in on a postie bike..
I went to see the National art school grad show thurs evening. First i slipped into Photography & immediately regretted it. I started to feel like why did i come. Why do they always have the teddy bears being stabbed with scissors? Escaped. Grabbed a beer & a kiss from a Technical Assistant & slipped away to avoid the speeches. I went to Painting, which used to be the Butchery & Pastry Cooking. I'd never been up inside those buildings & i really went in for the architecture. Tested the walkway up outside it where i'd always wanted to walk. Saw some shit painting. Lot of shit painting. Somebody had done some nice sketch paintings & then done them bigger but somehow lost all the skill they'd had in the sketches. That was depressing. A small glimmer & then it went away. Hopefully it'll come back. Its got to come back. Back downstairs i saw my old toolstore had been transformed into a little black painted dark curtained room with kinetic art in it with wee lights & stuff. Great. I loved my room, but this is cool.
Was pretty disappointed with the sculpture. Some of the work was ok but mainly they had this idea that they needed loads of SPACE between the exhibited items. Not much work either, but oddly presented. The space was arse. Stupid & pointless space, badly placed & annoying. I never been optically offended by space before... which was kinda interesting actually.
Friday was training course at work in being in a big team. Beats working, anyway. It was less bad than expected. There was a small subteam there who we are about to amagamate. They consistently fucked up the team activities by being self centred rather than working with everybody. Red card only when everybody else was green card. This doesn't bode well.
One skinny stalk of success i did have this past week. I crowned myself Queen of the Dells... i successfully dismantled my purple dell mini 10v & changed the ram to a 2 gig stick. Thats the most it can take & to do that you need to strip the entire thing down to 1 circuit board. I watched a video walkthru on youtube about it. Only had to watch it 1.0001 times, it was very clear. Bit nerve wracking working at the plastic fittings, thats all. i used a lot of plastic credit cards etc to help with the leverage on the bits that clip on. Everything very small... 3mm wide ribbon cables & stuff... a couple of times i took macro shots with the camera & zoomed in just so i could tell how to undo something. Done it but. It made me happy. Technical stuff rocks. Bow down little dells your queen is here.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Last day of bludging
Today's my last day o free. Back to work tomorrow. De blog will become redundant & the journey is finish baby. Today i will attempt to ready myself for work again. That means breaking out the motorbike, oiling various bits of it, polishing the corrosion off it, getting depressed about the shape its in & maybe charging the battery & trying to kick it over. The ol tin of "Start Ya Bastard" will be necessary. Then finding enough clean clothes for 5 whole days in a row, buying sliced bread for sambos & all that tedious shite that is the white fellas burden.
People r saying i can 'make my own' job there. Like figure something & run with it. I would say hey yeah i will be the sculptor then. But sadly it doesn't work that way. Its got to be something related to real work LOL. Narrow boundaries narrow vision narrow choices. If i cannae be sculptor then i have to admit i don't care enough about it to make my own job. Hard to find the inspiration to give a sh*t really. Gawd - i hope my attitude improves. I hear we are all "team spirit" etc with the new young boss. Bring one thing u been working on to talk about in our monthly meeting. Bleah. 20 people each talking about something u couldn't care less about its a little xtra torture. Work. There's a reason they have to pay you to do it.
People r saying i can 'make my own' job there. Like figure something & run with it. I would say hey yeah i will be the sculptor then. But sadly it doesn't work that way. Its got to be something related to real work LOL. Narrow boundaries narrow vision narrow choices. If i cannae be sculptor then i have to admit i don't care enough about it to make my own job. Hard to find the inspiration to give a sh*t really. Gawd - i hope my attitude improves. I hear we are all "team spirit" etc with the new young boss. Bring one thing u been working on to talk about in our monthly meeting. Bleah. 20 people each talking about something u couldn't care less about its a little xtra torture. Work. There's a reason they have to pay you to do it.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Car shite
Yesterday i just went looking at car things. I went looking for vans & i tried to get my car looked at to find out what makes that horrible noise but you really got to ring ahead for these things. Fridays are everybody's day off nowadays & they manage then to be the busiest days to try to get anything done.
I laid the big bloke down & reattached his shoulders. Thats all i did yesterday cos to tell the truth i was a little peeved with it. Today i started making his arms up again & i sorted out the crotch... thats much easier done when they're laid upside down and their arms have fallen off. As the bishop said to the folk singer. Anyway then i decided righto before he gets too heavy i better stand him up again. That was extremely difficult & i'm sitting here now trying to work out if i did any permanent damage to myself when i did it. I guess i'll get over it cos i can still type. Anyway cos he's got wheels on its extraordinarily difficult to stand him up even when you can barely support the weight & he tried to get away. I reckon that doubles the difficulty. So i'm on the net to look into block n tackle outfits...
I laid the big bloke down & reattached his shoulders. Thats all i did yesterday cos to tell the truth i was a little peeved with it. Today i started making his arms up again & i sorted out the crotch... thats much easier done when they're laid upside down and their arms have fallen off. As the bishop said to the folk singer. Anyway then i decided righto before he gets too heavy i better stand him up again. That was extremely difficult & i'm sitting here now trying to work out if i did any permanent damage to myself when i did it. I guess i'll get over it cos i can still type. Anyway cos he's got wheels on its extraordinarily difficult to stand him up even when you can barely support the weight & he tried to get away. I reckon that doubles the difficulty. So i'm on the net to look into block n tackle outfits...
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Bit of disaster
Well had a bit of a disaster this arvo. After the real dude came & went, i stood there with my coffee & decided where i was gonna cut, and then i did cut, a giant wedge out of his back. I chiselled a huge wedge shaped hole in his back alomost thru to the front. Then i carefully pasted a bit bit of hessian & plaster in such a way that i had a great big sturdy hinge across the top shoulder. I waited for that the get set & strong then i loosed up the rest of him with the mallet & chisel. I hinged him into position & wedged him by the football that he holds, on 2 milk crates & a variety of big ugly wood blocks i keep for these occasions. I pasted some plaster in the now skinnier wedge & it all looked quite ok. I let it set an appropriate amt of time, i thought, then i cut some of the hinge off & the whole fuckin thing went down like a car crash & his arms & head all bust off & there was a bunch of body parts all skittered everywhere & a loud bang as quite a significant weight was involved. So u know how when u really fuck up proper, u don't even swear. Well i didn't say a word i didn't even like breathe heavy or nothing. I guess when something like that happens u kinda been expecting it all along really. I feel strangely more professional when they fail than when they work, cos u know u been skating near the stupid zone i guess. Pusch the envelope & its you that gets folded spindled & mutilated.
Poo. More work to do now, & not much time.
Poo. More work to do now, & not much time.
Bad habit needed
A sculptor needs to smoke... u need the oral thing while staring. I tend to eat instead, or drink litres & litres of cold instant coffee. This is one reason i'm fat. You can be fat or smoke. But you really need to stare & hypnotise yourself at the same time. I got some massive changes to make now on the life sized dude & it would be good to meditate & smoke while staring. If only there were something like smoking that wasn't eating.
The real dude came to visit this morn, a true old gent & he has picked out some probs with the entire form of it. He demo'd how to pass a ball & explained what it all means. I have the legs & top half of the body at a stage where the arms should then be different, like have almost already unloaded the ball. So i need to move the body back to a quarter second earlier in the movement. The legs are not gonna be changed, though the feet might. It all makes much more sense once explained. As usually happens its way late in the time i have & we got the prospect of total skeletal renovation in order to get it right. He brought along a ream of excellent photos & put my meagre little photocopy stack to shame. If i'd had all these images months ago. But that tends not to happen. I just got to overcome this sorta thing, thats why they pay me. Though they would pay me if it was easy, too. Hm.
Anyway i got to stand out there & meditate while staring at it, without a cig. I got to work out where to cut to do the changes & if i can cut as little as possible to make the changes i want. Its like origami, probably. If i cut here, i may lose a section that i will have to remake but then i can avoid cutting there & there & there & there. Deep thought for a thursday.
The real dude came to visit this morn, a true old gent & he has picked out some probs with the entire form of it. He demo'd how to pass a ball & explained what it all means. I have the legs & top half of the body at a stage where the arms should then be different, like have almost already unloaded the ball. So i need to move the body back to a quarter second earlier in the movement. The legs are not gonna be changed, though the feet might. It all makes much more sense once explained. As usually happens its way late in the time i have & we got the prospect of total skeletal renovation in order to get it right. He brought along a ream of excellent photos & put my meagre little photocopy stack to shame. If i'd had all these images months ago. But that tends not to happen. I just got to overcome this sorta thing, thats why they pay me. Though they would pay me if it was easy, too. Hm.
Anyway i got to stand out there & meditate while staring at it, without a cig. I got to work out where to cut to do the changes & if i can cut as little as possible to make the changes i want. Its like origami, probably. If i cut here, i may lose a section that i will have to remake but then i can avoid cutting there & there & there & there. Deep thought for a thursday.
Gloomy daze
Feeling quite down today. I haven't been as down since years. I guess arguing with sis doesn't help but i guess it is just that i'm about to go back to work & nothing else seems to be working out.
Thats totally wrong BTW cos everything is falling into place but of course it won't all get finished this week before i move into what seem like a different life which is FT work again.
I guess the overwhelming feeling is that i haven't finished what i need to do & also the usual which is that i get the feeling this 10 months off was just marking time & why didn't i enjoy it at all? But you know, it were work, weren't it. It wasn't 10 months of umbrella drinks, it was 10 months of work, just not *real* work like they know it jim. And i wasn't like miserable. I was pretty content, i guess. i woke up when i wanted, worked as hard as i could, and never got time to do anything else hahaha. I went down the mall (rarely) at the times when there was least people, i got my car fixed when it broke (often) without the stress of organizing around work. Took appointments without regard for what day. Having not been at work was very very good, i just shouldn't forget that. Its not what you get done, entirely, its also what didn't get done to YOU cos you were not goin in to WORK:
10 months of not commuting in any regular fashion
10 months of not being tempted by the junk food tray in the lunch room
10 months of not sitting in the lunchroom *EVER* (bad vibe)
10 months of not using the lunchroom fridge (really bad vibe)
Or microwave (juz don't go there)
10 months of not using ITSM or Sharepoint or any other broken stupid instruments of drip torture
10 months of not having to come up with metrics about irellevant rubbish you can't remember doing, but its "countable"
10 months of not caring what chair u have in the office or who got the biggest monitor
10 months of not feelin stupid cos u dunno stuff nobody told you & is not written anywhere
Yeah fuck knows why i'd be depressed about coming back for that shit again.
Its the next day now. Due to lack of internet we can only use it in the mornings so sticking the blogshite up is not so easy.
Started off today mediocre. But ended all depressed again. I hain't been this down in years.
I tarted up the studio. I have a shelf unit there that needs 4 tiny screws to set the cross brace else it all falls over like a floppy parallelogram (is that a rhombus?)
So of course i have lost those 4 screws. in spite of remembering, in fact mentally visually seeing that i put them in my drawer, they ain't there. I probably put them in SOME drawer but having checked them all, fuck nose. Anyway i took some boxes of computer screws over there & incredibly lucky i got exactly 4 screws that actually fit & have the right thread etc. Amazing really. Should make me really happy. I was slightly satisfied/relieved but thats about as good as it gets this week. I filled the shelves with my crap off the floor & rearranged everything & much improved. Its a long skinny space, so how to make it feel vast & wonderful. I'm putting all the shelves & boxes up the far end across the back wall. Then i can put tables in the middle, hopefully to encourage the walk round work-in-the-round. I dunno if that really works but lights would really help too. Well working on it... Going to get a bar fridge as there are precedents. Its a shame i can't get my own toilet too as the ones there are very much art school student share house style. Tho they flush. What more u need? Just don't ask what more u want. i brung my piece of blue astroturf in. I was gonna use it as a wee carpet. But its so small a piece that it looks pretty stupid. I wonder if reverse garbage ever gets in any of that. Spose it goes out faster than it comes in. I'd love to do the whole floor. And walls & ceiling.
The subject of the life sized man is coming to see himself in the front yard tomorrow & me to study his head. 10am. Thank goodness i will be able to progress a bit. It could be another reason i'm depressed cos u get that when there is a severe deadline & you're just stuck.
i got some spicy fruit rolls to offer with tea cos being an older codger its probably all he's allowed to have. Boring biscuit with a tinge of almost being slightly tasty. Anyway i know he's got a lunch to go to straight after so he won't want to fill up. Its a great honour to have him visit. I dunno anything about sport really but this dude was pretty great.
I got a new place to go & mope. Its a new boat ramp they put in on foreshore drive there in botany, its only been open a week or somethink. At the moment its quite cool they are building the container terminal & there's boats out there driving pylons or whatever they do into the underwater floor & its still open water to stare across, tho when they finish you'll be metres away from a fucking massive ugly container terminal instead. Anyway now is the time to go there & watch the sun set etc & the airplanes come & go constantly as you watch. Its like watching tennis your head goes left right left right watching the planes landing & taking off on the runways that cross right across in front of ya. I took photos with my phone of the sunset but they didn't save. Nothing i've taken with that bastard phone has saved for months. I just found that out this evening. Chalk that up to it being a complete POS lemon of a phone cos thats what it is. If it belonged to me i'd set fire to it.
When i got home it was dark. Put the old mattress out on the nature strip & i lay on it hoping the garbage men would take me away too. Some big bug was buzz flickin at me at random moments. When the stupid fluffy white dog next door started barking i gave it up.
Today is Thurs. I slept in & now run about trying to clean up the place for the big visit. Its a shame i hain't improved the life sized man, but maybe i still got time for a quick coat of oxide.
Thats totally wrong BTW cos everything is falling into place but of course it won't all get finished this week before i move into what seem like a different life which is FT work again.
I guess the overwhelming feeling is that i haven't finished what i need to do & also the usual which is that i get the feeling this 10 months off was just marking time & why didn't i enjoy it at all? But you know, it were work, weren't it. It wasn't 10 months of umbrella drinks, it was 10 months of work, just not *real* work like they know it jim. And i wasn't like miserable. I was pretty content, i guess. i woke up when i wanted, worked as hard as i could, and never got time to do anything else hahaha. I went down the mall (rarely) at the times when there was least people, i got my car fixed when it broke (often) without the stress of organizing around work. Took appointments without regard for what day. Having not been at work was very very good, i just shouldn't forget that. Its not what you get done, entirely, its also what didn't get done to YOU cos you were not goin in to WORK:
10 months of not commuting in any regular fashion
10 months of not being tempted by the junk food tray in the lunch room
10 months of not sitting in the lunchroom *EVER* (bad vibe)
10 months of not using the lunchroom fridge (really bad vibe)
Or microwave (juz don't go there)
10 months of not using ITSM or Sharepoint or any other broken stupid instruments of drip torture
10 months of not having to come up with metrics about irellevant rubbish you can't remember doing, but its "countable"
10 months of not caring what chair u have in the office or who got the biggest monitor
10 months of not feelin stupid cos u dunno stuff nobody told you & is not written anywhere
Yeah fuck knows why i'd be depressed about coming back for that shit again.
Its the next day now. Due to lack of internet we can only use it in the mornings so sticking the blogshite up is not so easy.
Started off today mediocre. But ended all depressed again. I hain't been this down in years.
I tarted up the studio. I have a shelf unit there that needs 4 tiny screws to set the cross brace else it all falls over like a floppy parallelogram (is that a rhombus?)
So of course i have lost those 4 screws. in spite of remembering, in fact mentally visually seeing that i put them in my drawer, they ain't there. I probably put them in SOME drawer but having checked them all, fuck nose. Anyway i took some boxes of computer screws over there & incredibly lucky i got exactly 4 screws that actually fit & have the right thread etc. Amazing really. Should make me really happy. I was slightly satisfied/relieved but thats about as good as it gets this week. I filled the shelves with my crap off the floor & rearranged everything & much improved. Its a long skinny space, so how to make it feel vast & wonderful. I'm putting all the shelves & boxes up the far end across the back wall. Then i can put tables in the middle, hopefully to encourage the walk round work-in-the-round. I dunno if that really works but lights would really help too. Well working on it... Going to get a bar fridge as there are precedents. Its a shame i can't get my own toilet too as the ones there are very much art school student share house style. Tho they flush. What more u need? Just don't ask what more u want. i brung my piece of blue astroturf in. I was gonna use it as a wee carpet. But its so small a piece that it looks pretty stupid. I wonder if reverse garbage ever gets in any of that. Spose it goes out faster than it comes in. I'd love to do the whole floor. And walls & ceiling.
The subject of the life sized man is coming to see himself in the front yard tomorrow & me to study his head. 10am. Thank goodness i will be able to progress a bit. It could be another reason i'm depressed cos u get that when there is a severe deadline & you're just stuck.
i got some spicy fruit rolls to offer with tea cos being an older codger its probably all he's allowed to have. Boring biscuit with a tinge of almost being slightly tasty. Anyway i know he's got a lunch to go to straight after so he won't want to fill up. Its a great honour to have him visit. I dunno anything about sport really but this dude was pretty great.
I got a new place to go & mope. Its a new boat ramp they put in on foreshore drive there in botany, its only been open a week or somethink. At the moment its quite cool they are building the container terminal & there's boats out there driving pylons or whatever they do into the underwater floor & its still open water to stare across, tho when they finish you'll be metres away from a fucking massive ugly container terminal instead. Anyway now is the time to go there & watch the sun set etc & the airplanes come & go constantly as you watch. Its like watching tennis your head goes left right left right watching the planes landing & taking off on the runways that cross right across in front of ya. I took photos with my phone of the sunset but they didn't save. Nothing i've taken with that bastard phone has saved for months. I just found that out this evening. Chalk that up to it being a complete POS lemon of a phone cos thats what it is. If it belonged to me i'd set fire to it.
When i got home it was dark. Put the old mattress out on the nature strip & i lay on it hoping the garbage men would take me away too. Some big bug was buzz flickin at me at random moments. When the stupid fluffy white dog next door started barking i gave it up.
Today is Thurs. I slept in & now run about trying to clean up the place for the big visit. Its a shame i hain't improved the life sized man, but maybe i still got time for a quick coat of oxide.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sweeping times
Went into the studio today to sweep it out & lock the door. Some more furniture to move in but i wanna sweep first. Might even mop, with my awesome new mopping skillz that i gained when moving out of old studio. I know why old ladies can slap u so hard, it cos they mopped, in their day. Anyway i swept up a big pile of broken fluoro light glass & a goodly amount of black metal dust & assorted thingys. I guess i will need to source this type of debris again when i leave, if i am to leave it as i found it.
Found the electrician & got him to remove the hanging down wires & its all lookin quite good. I need some decent lighting, but i might make do with just some nice shades on the 2 globes there, and some desklamps. I think i'll be doing desk work there til i get started on a Project.
Lookin for some trestles now. Or i might go the milk crates. I'm over finding & moving big tables... doors on stands will be spot on for big tables. They got lots of spare doors here.
Got enough room in the studio for my sofa again, but i'll wait n see on that. :)
Decided to go on strike re the life sized man till i get the face working. If i never meet the guy i'm hardly gonna get it done. I keep pestering. I should be able to do it off photos, cos i done that before. But still if the guy's alive, it got to help heaps to have a look.
Found the electrician & got him to remove the hanging down wires & its all lookin quite good. I need some decent lighting, but i might make do with just some nice shades on the 2 globes there, and some desklamps. I think i'll be doing desk work there til i get started on a Project.
Lookin for some trestles now. Or i might go the milk crates. I'm over finding & moving big tables... doors on stands will be spot on for big tables. They got lots of spare doors here.
Got enough room in the studio for my sofa again, but i'll wait n see on that. :)
Decided to go on strike re the life sized man till i get the face working. If i never meet the guy i'm hardly gonna get it done. I keep pestering. I should be able to do it off photos, cos i done that before. But still if the guy's alive, it got to help heaps to have a look.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sorta stalled
Feelin a bit stalled, still have not met properly the subject of current life sized man & it would be good to get his head sorted. 1 week to go til back to work. Like puttin your arms out for the handcuffs. Yuck. Still, [insert here positive words about work... i can't think of anything], so thats good.
Need to get studio sorted into some form of awesome home away from home, even tho i won't be able to go there much while workin FT. Need a good place to go to to give me hope. Its a bit of a prick of a place to get to.. whenever somebody breaks down on the M5, it takes more than 1/2 hr from home, even if you don't actually go on the M5. On the rare occasion nobody has broke down on the M5, its about 10 min. I need to find some anti-M5 routes that go nowhere near it.
There is a rotten lookin sculpture in Wolli there on the way, which i don't think puts me in a great mood for makin art. Got to find an angle where it inspires me... like, hey if that was put there as public art, maybe... Rather than thinkin hell if that is the standard i will never understand what drugs, etc etc. Its this pukey not quite grass green colour & kinda very standard boring irrelevant shape cut out steel. Its like the sculpture u have when you're not havin a sculpture. A place holder for saying this is where there should be a bit of art. If i sound grumpy its cos i am :P Its too hot today.
Need to get studio sorted into some form of awesome home away from home, even tho i won't be able to go there much while workin FT. Need a good place to go to to give me hope. Its a bit of a prick of a place to get to.. whenever somebody breaks down on the M5, it takes more than 1/2 hr from home, even if you don't actually go on the M5. On the rare occasion nobody has broke down on the M5, its about 10 min. I need to find some anti-M5 routes that go nowhere near it.
There is a rotten lookin sculpture in Wolli there on the way, which i don't think puts me in a great mood for makin art. Got to find an angle where it inspires me... like, hey if that was put there as public art, maybe... Rather than thinkin hell if that is the standard i will never understand what drugs, etc etc. Its this pukey not quite grass green colour & kinda very standard boring irrelevant shape cut out steel. Its like the sculpture u have when you're not havin a sculpture. A place holder for saying this is where there should be a bit of art. If i sound grumpy its cos i am :P Its too hot today.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
2 knockbacks in fast succession
...but i'm STILL going to keep trying...
Paris residency, AGAIN i got the flick. I am so gonna try for the 12 month Germany one next year. Forget Paris, it sucks anyway, i hear a cup a coffee is very expensive. And in Germany, Juz can make the coffee... :P
A sculpture show for January, my work didn't suit the content of the show (lovely excuse actually). Blast.
Someone said that, the most important thing is winning awards for yer art. What a load of bollocks is my response to that. But yeah you know once you win one, well you keep winning em...
Much like people who win residencies, keep on winning em. How the HELL do they do it?
Paris residency, AGAIN i got the flick. I am so gonna try for the 12 month Germany one next year. Forget Paris, it sucks anyway, i hear a cup a coffee is very expensive. And in Germany, Juz can make the coffee... :P
A sculpture show for January, my work didn't suit the content of the show (lovely excuse actually). Blast.
Someone said that, the most important thing is winning awards for yer art. What a load of bollocks is my response to that. But yeah you know once you win one, well you keep winning em...
Much like people who win residencies, keep on winning em. How the HELL do they do it?
Friday, November 20, 2009
HR
Hmm i went to see the HR dude at work re returning to wk. In the end we agree that going back FT is best in my old job. I also used that session as a bit of psychoanalysis on myself & i now realise my stress over returning is mostly cos of my mini-boss's nerves (worrying about whether i can get up to speed fast enough to be a help with the deadlines) & not actually anything to do with the job. All jobs are hard when u got to learn em & learning a different job wouldn't actually be any easier, for me. And its my job & my life innit. So stuff it.
I also on speaking to a colleague have found out what weedy handshake boy's duties were, and to my surprise its nothing like what i thought. In fact he is doing his old job, that he did before they centralised. So in other words its no wonder he looked guilty when he met me, a bit shifty. Its cos he is getting away with blue bloody murder, on a bigger wage, doing exactly what he did before, not pushing himself or being pushed, or learning anything at all.
Far out. It really does boggle me. Here i am killing myself worrying about him being better at my job, when he hasn't been doing it. I was going to ask for the same training wot he got. But there was none. And of course he's doing a great job - at his own old job. Its absolutely bloody shonky.
How can i take any of it serious now? No wonder mini-boss is nervy about me coming back. Its a total joke. It just show you, don't it, that your job is what u make it. Or, what u can get away with. Whole new outlook is dawning on my workmind.
I also on speaking to a colleague have found out what weedy handshake boy's duties were, and to my surprise its nothing like what i thought. In fact he is doing his old job, that he did before they centralised. So in other words its no wonder he looked guilty when he met me, a bit shifty. Its cos he is getting away with blue bloody murder, on a bigger wage, doing exactly what he did before, not pushing himself or being pushed, or learning anything at all.
Far out. It really does boggle me. Here i am killing myself worrying about him being better at my job, when he hasn't been doing it. I was going to ask for the same training wot he got. But there was none. And of course he's doing a great job - at his own old job. Its absolutely bloody shonky.
How can i take any of it serious now? No wonder mini-boss is nervy about me coming back. Its a total joke. It just show you, don't it, that your job is what u make it. Or, what u can get away with. Whole new outlook is dawning on my workmind.
Monday, November 16, 2009
A day in the inland sth
Monday i was took on a lovely warm tour of the southern highlands round picton & thirlmere & douglas park & buxton & i forget the name of the actual target town, starts with a C. Anyway i'm left with visions of hundreds of tall skinny trees & crunchy walking. Twas mighty hot out there, tho Camden beat it heatwise on the way back. Farkin ell. I was spared tho from the drivin duties cos I was couriered in style in Ash's little british racin green touring car. Its lovely to get out & see some cows & goats n check out the hi life of picton, with shops but almost no people. I could live with this lack o traffic.
Then over the past few daze been moving slowly into the studio. Its twice the size, and has awesome doors from the film set of Underbelly which was being shot across the rd & this mob acquired a bunch of doors, just before the building was demolished. Its an area where they knock down factories & put up yuppy blocks of flats. I have a suss the studios won't last long. Hope they took a decent lease.
The life sized man is a bit stifled. I been trying to do the face. I haven't met the guy properly yet & have stuff all photos. Its not surprising that its not going so well eh.
Have practically decided to go back to work FT. The part time work they offered is like pretty crap. I mean its nice they offered but i think (and everybody who i talk about it with) that i'm throwing too much away. I'm losing loads of good conditions like taking my lunch whenever i like, being respected, and a few pay levels. I tend to try to look at it as if i am getting "what i want" rather than losing something. But maybe thats the wrong way to look. How on earth would i ever get a job as good as that again, and it took me a while to get there, even tho it all happened sorta by accident. And like ppl keep saying, its your job, don't throw it away just to be good to the team. Well yes i see that point. I think i can count on the fingers of my arse how many ppl "put the team first" when considering their job (i.e. none, in case yr wondering about my arse).
Working FT tho, there is a lot more opportunity to get something different from inside. I can always quit later, anyway. I hope i can handle FT again, thats all. I'm tired now :) let alone going to work gettin up at 6am. I'm not a real sleep-inner tho i get up naturally at 6.30. Still it can be hard leapin up & running at that time o day. I usually lounge about drinking coffee.
Got my welder back after 2 weeks & a new circuit board. $240 later. But coulda been worse, i've heard of boards in big welders worth many grand. That was when i was learning to weld. Art students were always resting coffees on the welders. One spilled down the back of the machine & ZAP its a new board. The new welders are smaller & cheaper, thanks goodness.
Then over the past few daze been moving slowly into the studio. Its twice the size, and has awesome doors from the film set of Underbelly which was being shot across the rd & this mob acquired a bunch of doors, just before the building was demolished. Its an area where they knock down factories & put up yuppy blocks of flats. I have a suss the studios won't last long. Hope they took a decent lease.
The life sized man is a bit stifled. I been trying to do the face. I haven't met the guy properly yet & have stuff all photos. Its not surprising that its not going so well eh.
Have practically decided to go back to work FT. The part time work they offered is like pretty crap. I mean its nice they offered but i think (and everybody who i talk about it with) that i'm throwing too much away. I'm losing loads of good conditions like taking my lunch whenever i like, being respected, and a few pay levels. I tend to try to look at it as if i am getting "what i want" rather than losing something. But maybe thats the wrong way to look. How on earth would i ever get a job as good as that again, and it took me a while to get there, even tho it all happened sorta by accident. And like ppl keep saying, its your job, don't throw it away just to be good to the team. Well yes i see that point. I think i can count on the fingers of my arse how many ppl "put the team first" when considering their job (i.e. none, in case yr wondering about my arse).
Working FT tho, there is a lot more opportunity to get something different from inside. I can always quit later, anyway. I hope i can handle FT again, thats all. I'm tired now :) let alone going to work gettin up at 6am. I'm not a real sleep-inner tho i get up naturally at 6.30. Still it can be hard leapin up & running at that time o day. I usually lounge about drinking coffee.
Got my welder back after 2 weeks & a new circuit board. $240 later. But coulda been worse, i've heard of boards in big welders worth many grand. That was when i was learning to weld. Art students were always resting coffees on the welders. One spilled down the back of the machine & ZAP its a new board. The new welders are smaller & cheaper, thanks goodness.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Three Weeks
I said to mum just now, hey thats only taken 3 weeks, the footballer, to get to this, i reckon if i keep getting faster i might get it down to one month to make a life sized man!
Its not near finished but its coming along really fast. He's even got a collar on his shirt. No face yet, but i just got to sit down & sort that in a couple of days & then it'll be not much left to do.
She said 3 weeks? Its been 1 week.
I said no no no etc.
But actually if my welder has been in the shop since 1 week ago yesterday, well that was the day i welded up the armature, see, so i didn't start any earlier.
8 days :) :) :) F***!!!Wow!!!
It sure FEELS like 3 weeks cos i been working so damn hard, and it really seems like 3 weeks worth of sleeping as well...
Weird. But COOL!
It helped to have the other body there, which made the beginning of it all much easier. I think this really (as usual) points to the old masters being right - make a bloody good first model (i do that), then make a largish one, where u solve all the problems, then do the full size. I never do the large model usually, thinking i don't have time. But actually if it SAVES this much time... This was a full sized "model" but having it there was just so handy. It made reproducing it really easy, and i actually changed it significantly cos it had some scaling issues (i.e. it was a touch too big & the legs were just slightly wrong).
They're always right, them old fellers. Charles Sargeant Jagger wrote a rockin good book, & his teacher old Lanteri, who wrote the sculptor's bloody bible, awesome stuff. Every hard earned thing you figure out painfully over ages, well its all in those books. You see it on repeated readings sometimes just a tiny few words you never noticed last time you skimmed thru.
And to be truthful i really enjoy being back home & working in the yard. Its better than a studio in this weather. I'm working really hard cos i don't have to drive anyplace or plan my day to avoid peak time traffic (the afternoon peak is from 2.30 to 7pm thank u very much!), i can write myself off if i want cos i just go sit down & rest. I eat healthy lunch too. Its nice to be outside in spring in the front yard, there's lots going on & neighbours give me big smiles. I'm making a foul mess of the carport though, its all white & dusty.
Anyway my 10 months of bludging is kinda coming to a close. To the .0001 person who reads these words, i feel a responsibility to come to some conclusion about what happened to me during this time...
Well i won't probably be able to figure it all out in 1 blog post but some things that changed...
While doing this latest bloke, i got so much stronger that i can now break a geek's neck like a twig. My hands are abraded from rasping plaster. My hair is feral. Since my hairdresser retired & i got 2 ratshit haircuts, i decided to either get a #2 skin head or just let it grow long. For some reason i've gone with long. Inertia i guess. With a kilo of plaster dust in it, its got the consistency of mummified straw, a bit like dreadlocks on a corpse. There is a schizo killer on the loose & i'm *sure* the cops went round the block & stopped next to me at the lights to check me out yesterday. If you seen the chap i mean, my hair is like that... but hey it was twilight, i don't have the killer expression, really. I guess i better get it neatened up slightly before going back to work.
My finances didn't improve massively during the time, but i saved a few grand so i didn't do the usual 'starving artist' thing.
I didn't get a chance to go away, at all. I never went to Italy or Paree. Just never actually had time... It may have been more a programming issue. I guess i could have got 2 weeks out somewhere if i could have planned ahead. But if you have 10 months off - wouldn't you try to squeeze more than 2 weeks out of a trip OS? Does it seem worth going for less than a month? Obviously grabbin 2 weeks would have been better than not going. But, fact remains i never went. Didn't even go down to Mystery Bay for the weekend. Pathetic really.
Never traded my falling apart car either. Though i still got time, thats an ongoing task. An indicator fell off it last week, at about the same time as all the fluid finished draining out of the steering.
Did i decide i was a sculptor? well yeah, but there's lots of sculptors working in IT. Do i feel like i should quit work to be one? Well YEAH. But i'm not feeling quite confident enough right now to do it. One more year at work.. maybe. If i can stay a year ;)
Lookin for my MS SMS text book to study up for work. I think i hid that book very well :(
Its not near finished but its coming along really fast. He's even got a collar on his shirt. No face yet, but i just got to sit down & sort that in a couple of days & then it'll be not much left to do.
She said 3 weeks? Its been 1 week.
I said no no no etc.
But actually if my welder has been in the shop since 1 week ago yesterday, well that was the day i welded up the armature, see, so i didn't start any earlier.
8 days :) :) :) F***!!!Wow!!!
It sure FEELS like 3 weeks cos i been working so damn hard, and it really seems like 3 weeks worth of sleeping as well...
Weird. But COOL!
It helped to have the other body there, which made the beginning of it all much easier. I think this really (as usual) points to the old masters being right - make a bloody good first model (i do that), then make a largish one, where u solve all the problems, then do the full size. I never do the large model usually, thinking i don't have time. But actually if it SAVES this much time... This was a full sized "model" but having it there was just so handy. It made reproducing it really easy, and i actually changed it significantly cos it had some scaling issues (i.e. it was a touch too big & the legs were just slightly wrong).
They're always right, them old fellers. Charles Sargeant Jagger wrote a rockin good book, & his teacher old Lanteri, who wrote the sculptor's bloody bible, awesome stuff. Every hard earned thing you figure out painfully over ages, well its all in those books. You see it on repeated readings sometimes just a tiny few words you never noticed last time you skimmed thru.
And to be truthful i really enjoy being back home & working in the yard. Its better than a studio in this weather. I'm working really hard cos i don't have to drive anyplace or plan my day to avoid peak time traffic (the afternoon peak is from 2.30 to 7pm thank u very much!), i can write myself off if i want cos i just go sit down & rest. I eat healthy lunch too. Its nice to be outside in spring in the front yard, there's lots going on & neighbours give me big smiles. I'm making a foul mess of the carport though, its all white & dusty.
Anyway my 10 months of bludging is kinda coming to a close. To the .0001 person who reads these words, i feel a responsibility to come to some conclusion about what happened to me during this time...
Well i won't probably be able to figure it all out in 1 blog post but some things that changed...
While doing this latest bloke, i got so much stronger that i can now break a geek's neck like a twig. My hands are abraded from rasping plaster. My hair is feral. Since my hairdresser retired & i got 2 ratshit haircuts, i decided to either get a #2 skin head or just let it grow long. For some reason i've gone with long. Inertia i guess. With a kilo of plaster dust in it, its got the consistency of mummified straw, a bit like dreadlocks on a corpse. There is a schizo killer on the loose & i'm *sure* the cops went round the block & stopped next to me at the lights to check me out yesterday. If you seen the chap i mean, my hair is like that... but hey it was twilight, i don't have the killer expression, really. I guess i better get it neatened up slightly before going back to work.
My finances didn't improve massively during the time, but i saved a few grand so i didn't do the usual 'starving artist' thing.
I didn't get a chance to go away, at all. I never went to Italy or Paree. Just never actually had time... It may have been more a programming issue. I guess i could have got 2 weeks out somewhere if i could have planned ahead. But if you have 10 months off - wouldn't you try to squeeze more than 2 weeks out of a trip OS? Does it seem worth going for less than a month? Obviously grabbin 2 weeks would have been better than not going. But, fact remains i never went. Didn't even go down to Mystery Bay for the weekend. Pathetic really.
Never traded my falling apart car either. Though i still got time, thats an ongoing task. An indicator fell off it last week, at about the same time as all the fluid finished draining out of the steering.
Did i decide i was a sculptor? well yeah, but there's lots of sculptors working in IT. Do i feel like i should quit work to be one? Well YEAH. But i'm not feeling quite confident enough right now to do it. One more year at work.. maybe. If i can stay a year ;)
Lookin for my MS SMS text book to study up for work. I think i hid that book very well :(
Friday, November 13, 2009
The untimely demise of a big hairy spider
I don't like big hairy spiders but it appears i must have squashed one inside the blind early this morn when i put it up. Mum found it when she pulled it down this evening. A big hairy spider squashed up on the blind. Grooooooossssssss. A sad end, as it must have took some time to grow so big a spider. And all for this?
There's been some untimely demises lately in the news. Very sad. How bloody annoying to go learn french & then die in some wasteful way before you get to france. How annoying to get a PhD & then pfft its all over before you use it to get a job as a uni professor teaching PhD students. They say only humans can worry about such things as imminent demise, & animals don't, thats why humans are different. Thats crap. I'm sure everybody's seen a depressed dog or a horse afficted with ennui, or a cat who's lost it & decided to live large cos they don't care anymore. well its cos they thought too much, which is what humans done to come up with the idea they're special.
The big man is coming along. I've decided i will go for a bit of artistic licence on this one & try to make it enjoyable, at least a bit. These things are so incredibly taxing on the mind & body its quite amazing. I'm ridiculously strong in the arms now. Thats maybe a plus. But i figure maybe i'm going about it wrong. I just think, what would Henry Moore do? Though as i've said before, Henry Moore would make a Henry Moore. while i sure ain't no Henry Moore i could perhaps relax a little & try to make something more me than usual. More enjoyable & fun. Usually i endeavour to make it more the subject in every possible scratch & bump. Every little nuance etc etc. But this time i still haven't met the guy properly, so i'm going to invent him, cos otherwise i will not get it done in time. I would reckon as long as his face is good & the body shape not too far off the few photos that are around, then people will be right happy, & perhaps killing myself for the last 10000 details is not actually necessary anyway.
I'm sure i will still try for the last 10000 details though. If there is any time left at all then the 10000 details will fill it. Everything fills the time available. And i still haven't started the face!
The new studio is ready to move into. Its a shame i'm gonna be paying for it while i have to work on this big guy still here, cos the studio is like pretty air tight & not ideal for a plaster dust cloud in it. Hope it'll be good & i get some use out of it. I'm only taking 3 month lease to start though so thats not long, really.
Sitting up now restoring the user on this problem laptop. If only i'd emptied the internet cache & trash etc first. this is much slower than when i saved the user. Damn maybe its USB 1.1 Argh. Groan. There's still 11,000 jpgs to go. Fuck. I want to go to sleep :(
There's been some untimely demises lately in the news. Very sad. How bloody annoying to go learn french & then die in some wasteful way before you get to france. How annoying to get a PhD & then pfft its all over before you use it to get a job as a uni professor teaching PhD students. They say only humans can worry about such things as imminent demise, & animals don't, thats why humans are different. Thats crap. I'm sure everybody's seen a depressed dog or a horse afficted with ennui, or a cat who's lost it & decided to live large cos they don't care anymore. well its cos they thought too much, which is what humans done to come up with the idea they're special.
The big man is coming along. I've decided i will go for a bit of artistic licence on this one & try to make it enjoyable, at least a bit. These things are so incredibly taxing on the mind & body its quite amazing. I'm ridiculously strong in the arms now. Thats maybe a plus. But i figure maybe i'm going about it wrong. I just think, what would Henry Moore do? Though as i've said before, Henry Moore would make a Henry Moore. while i sure ain't no Henry Moore i could perhaps relax a little & try to make something more me than usual. More enjoyable & fun. Usually i endeavour to make it more the subject in every possible scratch & bump. Every little nuance etc etc. But this time i still haven't met the guy properly, so i'm going to invent him, cos otherwise i will not get it done in time. I would reckon as long as his face is good & the body shape not too far off the few photos that are around, then people will be right happy, & perhaps killing myself for the last 10000 details is not actually necessary anyway.
I'm sure i will still try for the last 10000 details though. If there is any time left at all then the 10000 details will fill it. Everything fills the time available. And i still haven't started the face!
The new studio is ready to move into. Its a shame i'm gonna be paying for it while i have to work on this big guy still here, cos the studio is like pretty air tight & not ideal for a plaster dust cloud in it. Hope it'll be good & i get some use out of it. I'm only taking 3 month lease to start though so thats not long, really.
Sitting up now restoring the user on this problem laptop. If only i'd emptied the internet cache & trash etc first. this is much slower than when i saved the user. Damn maybe its USB 1.1 Argh. Groan. There's still 11,000 jpgs to go. Fuck. I want to go to sleep :(
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Decisions decisions
OK so now i have made my decision regarding going back to work... i told them i'd prefer part time but if there's nothing available i'll go back full time in my old job. I was so pleased to have come up with this conclusion, far more pleased than you might think from its basic simplicity n all. But what it does is put some of the responsibility onto them to find me a part time position if they don't want me back in my old job. I had been labouring under the difficulty of only wanting part time when there seems to be no job like that, it was like i could only quit altogether. But anyway since it turns out i didn't get the big commission i went for, and that was the condition i set for returning to work, well that condition is met & technically if i went with my original plan i'd be coming back anyway. So asking for part time is a new step i guess.
I got rejected from a sculpture show i was trying to get into for january. They sent a nicely worded email about how this particular work didn't fit into the vision for the show & i guess not, but still its kinda depressing. But actually in the end i do make stuff for myself cos i like making em. I just got to take a step back & remember that. Selling one just means i can afford to make more, that was always what i lived by. Sometimes u got to sell your children to afford to have more kidz eh. But then if you got a decent job you can afford to cast for no reason but cos u wanna. Could eb good to get back to work then eh.
The big man is coming along OK. Its been quite great to have the old one next to the new & very quick to make the new one. Its only been less than 2 weeks & i'm about at where the other one was, except its better :) He has already one sock, but his arse is too big, bit like mine. Its hard to keep yourself out of your art.
I destroyed the old one this morning, cut him into 2 legs, a torso with head, and 2 arms, along with some battered corpses i had lying around. We ordered a personal junk day, so there are a plethora of body parts on the nature strip awaiting collection. I got some cuts & blisters out of it but i think i'm much fitter than i was & i don't appear to have done my back in or anything. Hooray. You'd need to be fit to go back to a tedious desk job i guess. Not.
I got rejected from a sculpture show i was trying to get into for january. They sent a nicely worded email about how this particular work didn't fit into the vision for the show & i guess not, but still its kinda depressing. But actually in the end i do make stuff for myself cos i like making em. I just got to take a step back & remember that. Selling one just means i can afford to make more, that was always what i lived by. Sometimes u got to sell your children to afford to have more kidz eh. But then if you got a decent job you can afford to cast for no reason but cos u wanna. Could eb good to get back to work then eh.
The big man is coming along OK. Its been quite great to have the old one next to the new & very quick to make the new one. Its only been less than 2 weeks & i'm about at where the other one was, except its better :) He has already one sock, but his arse is too big, bit like mine. Its hard to keep yourself out of your art.
I destroyed the old one this morning, cut him into 2 legs, a torso with head, and 2 arms, along with some battered corpses i had lying around. We ordered a personal junk day, so there are a plethora of body parts on the nature strip awaiting collection. I got some cuts & blisters out of it but i think i'm much fitter than i was & i don't appear to have done my back in or anything. Hooray. You'd need to be fit to go back to a tedious desk job i guess. Not.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Good balls
Those foam balls are very good. You can file down areas very much easier. Of course filing down solid plaster is a hard thing to do. Now i'm wondering how i ever had the energy to do it at all, ha ha. Its hard enough with foam balls in it. Tomorrow i'll get out the grinder & the mofo disk & blow half of it away in moments. Lovely. Feeling a bit crap, but getting into vitamins & green leafies from today & should be a bit better in a few days. Been staying up til midnight a lot, attempting to fix a mate's laptop. Its pretty dead. The registry appears to have broken. My trusty old knoppix wouldn't even boot on it so i searched around til i got something called Hawk PE which is a collection of useful stuff starting with a version of winxp in PE form, so it'll boot & run off the CD, Slax linux & some useful apps. Its obviously been created by someone who is so excruciatingly geeky they have PE desktop with a montage of star trek commanders across the screen. The boot chooser screen has the Enterprise. The laptop didn't appear to have any formatted drive in windows PE, it thinks its a raw drive, but i got the data off using Slax which found the entire file system. Awesome. I love them linuxes. When windows can't find itself, look in a linux.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Balls
In a massive brainwave the likes of which haven't been suffered thru since the great brain tsunami of last month when i created something *large* that would fall to bits on being moved, i have bought some bean bag balls & i'm mixing them in with my plaster to bulk out the big man.
I kind of expect a similar disaster, but i'm hoping..
On bright news a man just came & checked out my 2 scooters & says he will buy em. Much as its sad to see them go they take up way too much space & i'm so damn glad to see the back of em i can't tell u. Dinner's on me :)
I kind of expect a similar disaster, but i'm hoping..
On bright news a man just came & checked out my 2 scooters & says he will buy em. Much as its sad to see them go they take up way too much space & i'm so damn glad to see the back of em i can't tell u. Dinner's on me :)
DVD Piracy - just (don't?) do it!
Its been a week since i bought the Star Trek DVD. I found it last week in Big W for 23 bucks & i thought hell top film i'll grab that. Its been a week without being able to open the case cos it has a security lock & I didn't realise til i'd got home.
I had to find 2 HDD magnets so that i could open it & its taken a week to find them. Why didn't you take it back? You may ask. Well because if i did i would not be satisfied by the mere unlocking of the case, i would expect a limo ride from my house to the shop & back again, with cocktails. But that STILL wastes my time. Maybe if they just sent a courier to pick up & return it that would suffice, tho they should do it within 1 hr of me realising i can't open the damned case. There is no way in hell i'm going back to the mall just to get unlocked a dvd case even if it means i have to drill the case. FFFFFFS. FI.
For unique amusement, once i'd finally opened it, inside this BOUGHT & PAID FOR DVD is a double sided big glossy bit of paper telling me not to pirate DVDs & how it puts ushers out of business blah blah blah.
Now if i were serious about living with my own morals & ethics, which include the possibility of revenge as a positive force & the furious hatred of wilful stupidity, then i would NEVER BUY ANOTHER FRIKKEN DVD EVER AGAIN & JUST DOWNLOAD EVERYTHING.
I had to find 2 HDD magnets so that i could open it & its taken a week to find them. Why didn't you take it back? You may ask. Well because if i did i would not be satisfied by the mere unlocking of the case, i would expect a limo ride from my house to the shop & back again, with cocktails. But that STILL wastes my time. Maybe if they just sent a courier to pick up & return it that would suffice, tho they should do it within 1 hr of me realising i can't open the damned case. There is no way in hell i'm going back to the mall just to get unlocked a dvd case even if it means i have to drill the case. FFFFFFS. FI.
For unique amusement, once i'd finally opened it, inside this BOUGHT & PAID FOR DVD is a double sided big glossy bit of paper telling me not to pirate DVDs & how it puts ushers out of business blah blah blah.
Now if i were serious about living with my own morals & ethics, which include the possibility of revenge as a positive force & the furious hatred of wilful stupidity, then i would NEVER BUY ANOTHER FRIKKEN DVD EVER AGAIN & JUST DOWNLOAD EVERYTHING.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Don't RIP my lovely little welder
Poor little welder stopped working today. Bit disappointing really as i was using it at the time. Suddenly, no sparky. Took it to the shop & they confirmed it was both busted & no longer under warranty. So its wire & string for now... not quite as sturdy (tho that is debatable when u contemplate my quality of welding). But gravity is on my side with the few connections i still have to do, so should be right. hopefully.
Thinking now i should go back to work part time. i think FT is a bit too hard. You basically never get a weekend if you work full time & try to sculpt, you're doing 2 jobs. It sucks. I done it. Yeah much as i have a sense of doom & failure in not going back to my job, cos i got this sense that i wonder if i would have done the job OK, seeing how its changed totally since i was working in it. So its my pride at stake. And sense of self & competence. Geez. But even then sometimes u got to let go. Guess i could even forget that i care about it & just be happy... a.k.a.: denial. I'm good at denial. Queen o' de Nile, thats me.
Thinking now i should go back to work part time. i think FT is a bit too hard. You basically never get a weekend if you work full time & try to sculpt, you're doing 2 jobs. It sucks. I done it. Yeah much as i have a sense of doom & failure in not going back to my job, cos i got this sense that i wonder if i would have done the job OK, seeing how its changed totally since i was working in it. So its my pride at stake. And sense of self & competence. Geez. But even then sometimes u got to let go. Guess i could even forget that i care about it & just be happy... a.k.a.: denial. I'm good at denial. Queen o' de Nile, thats me.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Things since then
Well i'm 99% out of the studio. I got to keep paying rent for 2 weeks, so i'm not killing myself to mop the floor, but it'll get done. Since i moved out i went in to work to meet my bosses & see about comng back or not. In the end of course its my decision & i guess they are a bit exasperated that i can't make up my mind but on the other hand they don't actually care either way except that whichever way it goes there will be some more paperwork. I met the dude who has been aligning himself to take my job. Said hi & shook his hand, it was a tiny thin damp limp little hand, that disappeared inside mine in such a way that it was kinda difficult to grab anything to shake. I do have big hands i spose but not that big. Could be an alien species maybe. Have met the guy before he didn't really impress me but the guys say he's doing OK so hope that is true.
It was a stinker hot day. As i drove home alternating the air con with the low fuel light warning, noticed a little red car ahead. It seemed to have a dog in the back. No, a koala. There was a koala with ears & it was waggling its head. I finally got close enough to see it was the driver with her hair up in those stupid lookin wee things like pigtails but they stuck out on her head like koala ears. She was having an animated discussion with her passenger. I remember thinking, pulling yr hair up like that surely must have an effect on the brain. One min later she smashed up the back of another car.
I found that a combination of travel in 2 ton truck, chutzpathic welding & experimental use of polystyrene foam as a structural material have all contributed to the miserable failure of the armature in the big man. Its failed in quite a boring way & i've decided to totally start over rather than attempt to drill into him & repar. Its OK i can use the old one as a template, so to speak. So i spent today welding up a new armature. After having wasted 1 & a half weeks being unable to work for fear of making dust I have now started over. What could be stupider? Well, NOT starting over would be stupider. But they're both right up there.
Time's pretty tight eh.
It was a stinker hot day. As i drove home alternating the air con with the low fuel light warning, noticed a little red car ahead. It seemed to have a dog in the back. No, a koala. There was a koala with ears & it was waggling its head. I finally got close enough to see it was the driver with her hair up in those stupid lookin wee things like pigtails but they stuck out on her head like koala ears. She was having an animated discussion with her passenger. I remember thinking, pulling yr hair up like that surely must have an effect on the brain. One min later she smashed up the back of another car.
I found that a combination of travel in 2 ton truck, chutzpathic welding & experimental use of polystyrene foam as a structural material have all contributed to the miserable failure of the armature in the big man. Its failed in quite a boring way & i've decided to totally start over rather than attempt to drill into him & repar. Its OK i can use the old one as a template, so to speak. So i spent today welding up a new armature. After having wasted 1 & a half weeks being unable to work for fear of making dust I have now started over. What could be stupider? Well, NOT starting over would be stupider. But they're both right up there.
Time's pretty tight eh.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
2 ton truck
I drove a truck today. It was a 2 ton truck, i dunno if thats how heavy it is or how much it can carry, but its no worries all i cared about was that it had a lift on the back & it did. It turned out to be manual so i had to remember how to drive manual again. I was Ok once i realised that reverse was where 1st should be & i didn't need to even use 1st at all anyway. The magic point, which is where the gear lever returns to, they always "spring" to some point don't they, was in between 2nd & 3rd, & so thats what made me realise 1st was probably an acquired taste. !st was for heavy loads on a hill or something, starting in 2nd was perfect. I really enjoyed driving it, though its hard to remember you have such a big wide bus behind you. Reversing is very difficult u can't see a thing & guessing how long you are, well i had no idea so i tried not to reverse much. Was good tho, i got 2 mates help in the morning & we put 98% of the studio in the truck & yes its been a terrible tiring day. I'm pretty well finished for about a week i imagine & the only reason i can sit here & type at all is that i had a wee nap & pizza for tea. Early night i hope.
It appears to have come as a surprise to the studio owner that i moved out, even tho we been discussing it & i asked her if she was ok with it & she was, but then she's been preoccupied with family disasters lately. She has billed me for the next month but hopefully we can come to some agreement. If i knew i was still paying for it i would have left a table & chair there at bloody least.
The Open Studio went well, considering i started the day with a bastard headache & it all went from there. Lots of people came, & all my friends seemed to buy stuff off the printmakers & so my mates spent about a grand on their stuff while they drank my cider & sucked my chocolate eyeballs, basically. Was a good day.
I did get a dude come put a deposit on a sculpture, & tho he was gona do that anyway, it was very nice way to do it cos the studio all looked so pro when he turned up. All "showy" n that. Noice.
Poured James out at the train station & puddled off home with a boatload of sculptures. Just a start on the next day's move-out.
The good thing about an open studio is you can do whatever the hell you like. I been tied up with the poo strings of gallery owners too bloody long, so whatever i choose to do, it all feels like FREEDOM. I wrote out my sheet of listing adding a line about each one, a little description of each or a little joke. And i put out loads of NFS ones, maquettes & practice heads cast in plaster. Its only an open studio, it ain't a show. But i like this freedom business. A bit more polished it could be a goer.
It appears to have come as a surprise to the studio owner that i moved out, even tho we been discussing it & i asked her if she was ok with it & she was, but then she's been preoccupied with family disasters lately. She has billed me for the next month but hopefully we can come to some agreement. If i knew i was still paying for it i would have left a table & chair there at bloody least.
The Open Studio went well, considering i started the day with a bastard headache & it all went from there. Lots of people came, & all my friends seemed to buy stuff off the printmakers & so my mates spent about a grand on their stuff while they drank my cider & sucked my chocolate eyeballs, basically. Was a good day.
I did get a dude come put a deposit on a sculpture, & tho he was gona do that anyway, it was very nice way to do it cos the studio all looked so pro when he turned up. All "showy" n that. Noice.
Poured James out at the train station & puddled off home with a boatload of sculptures. Just a start on the next day's move-out.
The good thing about an open studio is you can do whatever the hell you like. I been tied up with the poo strings of gallery owners too bloody long, so whatever i choose to do, it all feels like FREEDOM. I wrote out my sheet of listing adding a line about each one, a little description of each or a little joke. And i put out loads of NFS ones, maquettes & practice heads cast in plaster. Its only an open studio, it ain't a show. But i like this freedom business. A bit more polished it could be a goer.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Cleaning cleaning cleaning
Ache all over after big day setting up for Open Studio. Considering i originally thought my full participation was going to be covering the secret sculpture & looking innocent whenever a person wandered in, i have ended up putting out 4 tables of sculptures & moving everything humanly possible into the corner. Thus rendering my space completely unusable in any way. Bit of a shame. I won't even be able to whittle a twig, really. Will have to just sit there drinking... life's very very hard innit.
Some good things today.... Using the excellent bagful of 192 identical perfect foam thin square slabs I've even made some of the tables have a tiered set up & covered with lovely white cloth they look rather noice. $2 a metre white cotton drill from fabric remnants next door & $15 worth of foam from reverse garbage, 2 Juz shelves, a shopping trolley, & 3 free tables. And i can dismantle it all in 5 minutes. Rockin'.
Yes we have fairy bread (or we will have, i'll make it fresh tomorrow, cos fleshy soft white bread needs that just puffed freshness), beer, gummi & choc eyeballs for Halloween, & cider. Mmmmm cider.
Then sundy the big truck. I love driving new things, this will be fun.
Some good things today.... Using the excellent bagful of 192 identical perfect foam thin square slabs I've even made some of the tables have a tiered set up & covered with lovely white cloth they look rather noice. $2 a metre white cotton drill from fabric remnants next door & $15 worth of foam from reverse garbage, 2 Juz shelves, a shopping trolley, & 3 free tables. And i can dismantle it all in 5 minutes. Rockin'.
Yes we have fairy bread (or we will have, i'll make it fresh tomorrow, cos fleshy soft white bread needs that just puffed freshness), beer, gummi & choc eyeballs for Halloween, & cider. Mmmmm cider.
Then sundy the big truck. I love driving new things, this will be fun.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Big mess
Today i made an attempt to shovel the shit together in the studio into clumps rather than just a mid tone fuzz across the area. I succeeded to some extent but there is a lot of stuff there. You just don't realise. Anyway i took some away & some bags of rubbish.
Sunday i have booked a 2 ton truck to rent & its got a lifting tailgate & bugger me it is only 100 bucks for the day. I didn't even bother to shop around i just booked the thing. I could save quite a bit by renting this truck to take the finished work to the foundry too.. i never realised how simple it can be. But lets wait & see how that goes. I need this big device to move the big man. Its should be easy, i hope. I may need to call in favours of people whom i have moved in the past to help me on sunday. it would sure rock to get most of the stuff moved in the truck. I can move everything else in my old car, except the big man, but its less trips in a truck eh :)
Sundays great it will be no traffic & no parking issues & no people around. Perfect. If possible i am actually looking forward to it.
Sunday i have booked a 2 ton truck to rent & its got a lifting tailgate & bugger me it is only 100 bucks for the day. I didn't even bother to shop around i just booked the thing. I could save quite a bit by renting this truck to take the finished work to the foundry too.. i never realised how simple it can be. But lets wait & see how that goes. I need this big device to move the big man. Its should be easy, i hope. I may need to call in favours of people whom i have moved in the past to help me on sunday. it would sure rock to get most of the stuff moved in the truck. I can move everything else in my old car, except the big man, but its less trips in a truck eh :)
Sundays great it will be no traffic & no parking issues & no people around. Perfect. If possible i am actually looking forward to it.
Stonkered
Unable to get any work done on the big man now. I guess i'm terrified of making any dust. Sad eh. Been 2 days of hardly touching it at all. I need so bad to get out of there. Got to get this thing done & its not getting done here. But first of course the Open Studio day. I been spending the time i'm not spending on the big man, on patina'ing some bronzes & polishing some stainless steel sculptures, just little ones, for the day. its should be kinda cool i've actually got a bunch of new work, and cos its not s steenkin gallery i can put whatever the fuck i like out there & nobody can veto. What a liberating concept. I could do fibreglass work if i want or anything the hell i like. Of course i haven't & its too late now. But i'll have some plasters and about half the works won't even be for sale, cos they're maquettes for other work. Ha, you don't get away with NFS's like that in a gallery. LOL even tho u rarely sell more than half a show anyway so its actually kinda irrelevant how much s for sale i reckon.
Hey i could even put up photos. Damn wish i'd thought of that earlier.
Hey i could even put up photos. Damn wish i'd thought of that earlier.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Leavin, with my jet plane
Well it looks like i got to leave the studio then. I feel pretty depressed about it. Oh sure i could just never do plaster work ever again, but thats just not on, eh. I love plaster. Its like i'm being shunned cos i love somebody who's not accepted cos they're..... dusty. Its kinda weird i feel like its really personal... like a dirty secret they all know now.. i hid it for ages, but now its out.. i make dust - i am a bad bad person.. i make DIRT, actually, cos dust is often wrongly called dirt.. i deserve to be scorned... filthy sculptor... its not like theres a support group for us. Damn. They say they like me orright, they just don't like my dust. WELL MY DUST IS ME. I *AM* MY DUST. So thus i feel depressed hahaha.
I guess this Open Studio will be my Farewell. Its funny cos i was gonna go a month or 2 ago, but i thought i won't let em down for the Open Studio. Ha. Am i stupid. Anyway pack up over next few days & I'll just piss off as soon as i can so i don't have to pay another month's rent. Mum says i can use the front yard again which is very nice of her cos it will make her lovely garden all white again like before. Its a bummer tho i feel already like a stranger in the studio & the studio is unwelcoming to me. Eh, fuckit. My tools still love me - no matter what.
Anyway i'm leaving. Its a shame but.
In other entertaining news, i got road raged today by some feul. U got to just bloody laff when a 4wd tries to scare you by ducking in front & jamming on his brakes as hard as he can. Cos anything else on the rd can outbrake an overweight 4wd, lets face it, its the dumbest possible attempt to road rage in the history of stupidity. The 4wd nosedived at the ground like it was gonna roll & he practically lost it, ended up diagonal & 4 ft into the intersection. Since i was actually already braking for the orange light it had no effect on me whatsoever, bar one poofteenth more pressure on the pedal. I can guess from this obvious "payback" manouver that i had originally slighted him by actually going 40kmh in the school zone & then stopping for the orange light when there were little kids waiting to cross. He was tailgating me at the time. He tried to scare me by driving beside really close too, which was peculiar cos his car was worth 10 times what mine is. And my eyesight in that eye is so bad i didn't realise for ages he was doing anything. Meh.. idjit like that will come to a bad end.. sooner the better. Just a paranoid idiot with no dick... lots of em about eh.
The funniest thing is people who are really fucked in the head always think your motivations are what theirs are: i.e. that you were going to run an orange light & even that you were going to the left at the turn off, cos he was still "blocking" even as he was going off to the left & i went right. I've met people like that before & they just think you are out to do what they would do. Its weird how they cannot see.
On a good note tho, and u always like to end on a good note, have discovered a wonder. First saw this thing at a mates place it was his kids toy. A stormtrooper from star wars, which u may think 'WTF don't be such a geek'. But they've made this little fellow so well he is multi jointed & adjustable into the most lovely attitudes, & i think there is even a bunch of ppl on Flickr doing sets of stormtrooper photos cos these things are so expressive. I reckon they are incredibly sculptural & you can really put life in em very easily. People should be using these to model from, not those pox ridden jointed wooden figures people seem to think mean Artist, even tho anatomically, structurally, functionally, mechanically & emotionally they are absolute utter arse. Anyway i ordered one o these stormtroopers off ebay (too late to buy them thru real shops anymore) and he arrived all mint cond on card (MOC) for collector & i ripped it open. Sadly his hat falls off a bit easily, & he has a real head underneath - not as expressive as a helmet for some reason & the eyes are painted on all rolled up in his head like he just got conked. But anyway he is still awesome as all hell. I remember i had some kind of stormtrooper or vader figure when i was a kid & it was pretty crap, the arms & legs were dead straight & it had no life at all, it only had like one pose. But these are truly amazing little fellers & i'm going to have to get a few more. It came with a plastic silver coin so if you're out there lookin on ebay for one be sure to get the right kind. If you get a classic old one you'll maybe get one like i had when i was a kid, like an ice maiden of stormtroopers.
I guess this Open Studio will be my Farewell. Its funny cos i was gonna go a month or 2 ago, but i thought i won't let em down for the Open Studio. Ha. Am i stupid. Anyway pack up over next few days & I'll just piss off as soon as i can so i don't have to pay another month's rent. Mum says i can use the front yard again which is very nice of her cos it will make her lovely garden all white again like before. Its a bummer tho i feel already like a stranger in the studio & the studio is unwelcoming to me. Eh, fuckit. My tools still love me - no matter what.
Anyway i'm leaving. Its a shame but.
In other entertaining news, i got road raged today by some feul. U got to just bloody laff when a 4wd tries to scare you by ducking in front & jamming on his brakes as hard as he can. Cos anything else on the rd can outbrake an overweight 4wd, lets face it, its the dumbest possible attempt to road rage in the history of stupidity. The 4wd nosedived at the ground like it was gonna roll & he practically lost it, ended up diagonal & 4 ft into the intersection. Since i was actually already braking for the orange light it had no effect on me whatsoever, bar one poofteenth more pressure on the pedal. I can guess from this obvious "payback" manouver that i had originally slighted him by actually going 40kmh in the school zone & then stopping for the orange light when there were little kids waiting to cross. He was tailgating me at the time. He tried to scare me by driving beside really close too, which was peculiar cos his car was worth 10 times what mine is. And my eyesight in that eye is so bad i didn't realise for ages he was doing anything. Meh.. idjit like that will come to a bad end.. sooner the better. Just a paranoid idiot with no dick... lots of em about eh.
The funniest thing is people who are really fucked in the head always think your motivations are what theirs are: i.e. that you were going to run an orange light & even that you were going to the left at the turn off, cos he was still "blocking" even as he was going off to the left & i went right. I've met people like that before & they just think you are out to do what they would do. Its weird how they cannot see.
On a good note tho, and u always like to end on a good note, have discovered a wonder. First saw this thing at a mates place it was his kids toy. A stormtrooper from star wars, which u may think 'WTF don't be such a geek'. But they've made this little fellow so well he is multi jointed & adjustable into the most lovely attitudes, & i think there is even a bunch of ppl on Flickr doing sets of stormtrooper photos cos these things are so expressive. I reckon they are incredibly sculptural & you can really put life in em very easily. People should be using these to model from, not those pox ridden jointed wooden figures people seem to think mean Artist, even tho anatomically, structurally, functionally, mechanically & emotionally they are absolute utter arse. Anyway i ordered one o these stormtroopers off ebay (too late to buy them thru real shops anymore) and he arrived all mint cond on card (MOC) for collector & i ripped it open. Sadly his hat falls off a bit easily, & he has a real head underneath - not as expressive as a helmet for some reason & the eyes are painted on all rolled up in his head like he just got conked. But anyway he is still awesome as all hell. I remember i had some kind of stormtrooper or vader figure when i was a kid & it was pretty crap, the arms & legs were dead straight & it had no life at all, it only had like one pose. But these are truly amazing little fellers & i'm going to have to get a few more. It came with a plastic silver coin so if you're out there lookin on ebay for one be sure to get the right kind. If you get a classic old one you'll maybe get one like i had when i was a kid, like an ice maiden of stormtroopers.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Buggery
Today been Sunday, its been a bit of an up & down day. I started well, i decided to use this mofo grinding wheel i got some time ago. Its so rough it looks like a glued together gravel road on a disk. Its got bastard big chunks of sharp jagged rocks embedded in it. I've never used it yet cos it doesn't *quite* fit under the blade guard. But, caught short today without a new flap wheel for the grinder & the worn one taking hrs to do much at all, i decided to give it a run. I decided i'd see if it could cut itself a groove in the blade guard or if it'd seize in there. It was very close, it only caught in one area, it might be ok... and it was. Its just threw a few little sparks as it bedded in & off we went, wow what a blade. It was cutting in 3 seconds what would take 15 miutes with the old flapwheel. Mad. It was so good it gave me heart palpitations. This thing would gouge so much flesh outta u if u gave it the chance it was like working with a light sabre. But yeah gave it plenty of respect & it was good :) I was real pleased.
Then one of the gals turned up who shares the studio. She was appalled by the dust on everything in her area. She had hrs of dusting to do & she had a lot of things to dust. I had pushed the big man outside & turned the industrial fan fully on pointing to the outside to blow dust outwards, but there are some weird air currents in the place i guess she copped it. I'd been checking the printmakers' desks for dustage & they were orright, but i hadn't gone round the corner there....
Bugger. This is very bad news. It would not surprise me if the rest of the ppl there were similarly unhappy about my dust, even tho they didn't cop quite as much. How come this hain't been a problem yet u may ask, since i had originally thought it would be a dealbreaker when i first moved in, & nobody cared so far? Well its cos i always used clay so far. Hardly any dust associated with clay. But now i'm back to plaster its gonna be a bit of an issue. I'll probably have to move out. I don't want to stop using plaster, u see, i like it a lot. Its a sculpting staple anyway. You gonna use it sometime. I wonder if i actually 'flicked' some over the top of the partition by accident... damn i can't avoid it then can i.
I feel very worrying about this. But yet, if it means i have to leave its kinda OK cos i'm about to have some time out re the sculpture anyway & was wonderin if i should move out & save myself the 440 a month. But its also my oasis. I'd be in big big trouble if i was home all the time. Perhaps Fate is gonna push me out. This train of thought shows i prolly have no deep attachment to anything, cos i like the studio & i'm gonna be sad to leave, but i'll still just walk way. I wonder if my love life works similar. Suspect it does. Fatalism. Anyway back to the matter at hand:
First, i'll try to make some curtains for the back entrance & work outside using curtains. Its pretty well f'ed idea though & probably won't work. That dust has proved pretty persistent eh. I do need to complete this sculpture though, there's no muckin round there. I guess i will be unpopular for a bit. Then i'll just PO.
Making me real down this evening too for some reason i'm in the shit at home as well. i must fully have aspbergers or summink cos for the life of me i cannot understand why i get the nagging at the END of the evening when its too late for me to do anything. Like its not logical is it. Anyway i can see i need to have a place to go. It would not do to not have some form of studio.
Then one of the gals turned up who shares the studio. She was appalled by the dust on everything in her area. She had hrs of dusting to do & she had a lot of things to dust. I had pushed the big man outside & turned the industrial fan fully on pointing to the outside to blow dust outwards, but there are some weird air currents in the place i guess she copped it. I'd been checking the printmakers' desks for dustage & they were orright, but i hadn't gone round the corner there....
Bugger. This is very bad news. It would not surprise me if the rest of the ppl there were similarly unhappy about my dust, even tho they didn't cop quite as much. How come this hain't been a problem yet u may ask, since i had originally thought it would be a dealbreaker when i first moved in, & nobody cared so far? Well its cos i always used clay so far. Hardly any dust associated with clay. But now i'm back to plaster its gonna be a bit of an issue. I'll probably have to move out. I don't want to stop using plaster, u see, i like it a lot. Its a sculpting staple anyway. You gonna use it sometime. I wonder if i actually 'flicked' some over the top of the partition by accident... damn i can't avoid it then can i.
I feel very worrying about this. But yet, if it means i have to leave its kinda OK cos i'm about to have some time out re the sculpture anyway & was wonderin if i should move out & save myself the 440 a month. But its also my oasis. I'd be in big big trouble if i was home all the time. Perhaps Fate is gonna push me out. This train of thought shows i prolly have no deep attachment to anything, cos i like the studio & i'm gonna be sad to leave, but i'll still just walk way. I wonder if my love life works similar. Suspect it does. Fatalism. Anyway back to the matter at hand:
First, i'll try to make some curtains for the back entrance & work outside using curtains. Its pretty well f'ed idea though & probably won't work. That dust has proved pretty persistent eh. I do need to complete this sculpture though, there's no muckin round there. I guess i will be unpopular for a bit. Then i'll just PO.
Making me real down this evening too for some reason i'm in the shit at home as well. i must fully have aspbergers or summink cos for the life of me i cannot understand why i get the nagging at the END of the evening when its too late for me to do anything. Like its not logical is it. Anyway i can see i need to have a place to go. It would not do to not have some form of studio.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Guiltlessness
This new work regime of leave before u finish is going well. It is not only facilitating work but disabling guilt, which is the enemy of good & proper thought.
New muffler on the car - again - just the end bit, the bit that was hangin off. It now has more power & goes well. I always forget that when it starts to lose power there is probably a hole n the muffler someplace. It still makes the hair on end noise though. That is front end something i think.
Another Satdy in Paradise. I visited the house i like in Arncliffe. Its a shop with a 2 bed house, reno'd by egyptians. Its coming for auction in a week. It would be affordable if not for the fact that pre-auction estimates are >100K under what the selling prices end up. I hate auctions, house ones anyway. I used to do a lot of auctions, old pawnbrokers ones & wrecked motorbike ones, and there is only 1 way u can get ahead in them, and that is by knowing your product. If u know for e.g. that those pocket pc's ALWAYS don't work by the time they come up 4 auction, cos their CR2032 battery cannot last more than a month as backup without the main battery being charged, which they never are when waiting to be auctioned... well then u know you have a pretty much 100% chance the thing is perfectly functional, & nobody else will bid cos they don't know that. Thus the perfect bargain.
However with houses, i have no flamin idea, except i think i'm correct about how they're overpriced. Other ppl seem to be boundlessly Optimistic tho, or thats what u got to imagine when a place goes 100k over estimate. For some reason ppl think the dreadful structural destruction bit o everything decor of this place will be nothing to renovate into a stunning contemporary oasis, & a new kitchen is probably gonna be, like, free or summink. You cannot win in this game, eh. i don't wanna play, cos my opponents r crazy.
Maybe i just put my house deposit into BHP shares instead. Or a trip to Paris :)
New muffler on the car - again - just the end bit, the bit that was hangin off. It now has more power & goes well. I always forget that when it starts to lose power there is probably a hole n the muffler someplace. It still makes the hair on end noise though. That is front end something i think.
Another Satdy in Paradise. I visited the house i like in Arncliffe. Its a shop with a 2 bed house, reno'd by egyptians. Its coming for auction in a week. It would be affordable if not for the fact that pre-auction estimates are >100K under what the selling prices end up. I hate auctions, house ones anyway. I used to do a lot of auctions, old pawnbrokers ones & wrecked motorbike ones, and there is only 1 way u can get ahead in them, and that is by knowing your product. If u know for e.g. that those pocket pc's ALWAYS don't work by the time they come up 4 auction, cos their CR2032 battery cannot last more than a month as backup without the main battery being charged, which they never are when waiting to be auctioned... well then u know you have a pretty much 100% chance the thing is perfectly functional, & nobody else will bid cos they don't know that. Thus the perfect bargain.
However with houses, i have no flamin idea, except i think i'm correct about how they're overpriced. Other ppl seem to be boundlessly Optimistic tho, or thats what u got to imagine when a place goes 100k over estimate. For some reason ppl think the dreadful structural destruction bit o everything decor of this place will be nothing to renovate into a stunning contemporary oasis, & a new kitchen is probably gonna be, like, free or summink. You cannot win in this game, eh. i don't wanna play, cos my opponents r crazy.
Maybe i just put my house deposit into BHP shares instead. Or a trip to Paris :)
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Halloween
Hey its Halloween & Aldi are right into it. I got a load of gummi eyeballs, body parts, 5 inch long black & yellow centipedes that are more real than reality could ever be, & some choc eyeballs too. The body parts are cool there are bloody ended fingers, noses, even more eyeballs, & a full set of teeth inc vampire fangs with blood drips on them. My word - gummi technology is awesome. Also got some rats. All this is not great for one on a diet but since i don't like gummi that much i should be able to ration it out by posting some of it off to various family OS. Just family who can cope with it though.
Am taking it easy on the new big sculpture. I'm deciding to be less judgemental right now & do the cut & shut renovations later if a leg is too long or something. It will come together i have decided & i deliberately left it today while i was in mid work so tomorrow i will get a fabulous start. it is a great thing to leave on a high when u are feeling in control & in mid swing. I guess something could come along to spoil it before tomorrow but fingers crossed.
Speaking of things that spoil it tho the muffler just fell orf the old car today. Just the end bit. Just enough i got to go throw more money down the toilet... Hopefully not enough to make tomorrow in the studio suck, but i guess i better fix it before the weekend. Weekends are very busy in my family for some reason.
We're having this Open Studio thing in about a week. I won't be able to show my new work of course & i'll have to wrap it in black plastic & it will look bloody silly. People will ask about it & it will take up space, it will put a stick in the spokes of my day, but what can u do, it was never gonna be good timing whenever it was gonna be. I will be takin in some bronzes & piling them over some tables with sheets on em, so they should look pretty cool. My workspace is a brothel of a mess but that may not actually improve by then. Well hell its a work space innit. I will also have a bowl of eyeballs for guests to pick thru cos it will be Halloween!
The sculpture is slowly growing arms & a head. It has an oblong bit of foam for its head. Somehow it has character, i think... but perhaps i watch too many robot movies.
Am taking it easy on the new big sculpture. I'm deciding to be less judgemental right now & do the cut & shut renovations later if a leg is too long or something. It will come together i have decided & i deliberately left it today while i was in mid work so tomorrow i will get a fabulous start. it is a great thing to leave on a high when u are feeling in control & in mid swing. I guess something could come along to spoil it before tomorrow but fingers crossed.
Speaking of things that spoil it tho the muffler just fell orf the old car today. Just the end bit. Just enough i got to go throw more money down the toilet... Hopefully not enough to make tomorrow in the studio suck, but i guess i better fix it before the weekend. Weekends are very busy in my family for some reason.
We're having this Open Studio thing in about a week. I won't be able to show my new work of course & i'll have to wrap it in black plastic & it will look bloody silly. People will ask about it & it will take up space, it will put a stick in the spokes of my day, but what can u do, it was never gonna be good timing whenever it was gonna be. I will be takin in some bronzes & piling them over some tables with sheets on em, so they should look pretty cool. My workspace is a brothel of a mess but that may not actually improve by then. Well hell its a work space innit. I will also have a bowl of eyeballs for guests to pick thru cos it will be Halloween!
The sculpture is slowly growing arms & a head. It has an oblong bit of foam for its head. Somehow it has character, i think... but perhaps i watch too many robot movies.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Stinker of a Day
Today was ruddy hot. Drove to studio after watching Surrogates on the PC... good flick, if a bit simple.. annoying that the scientist from I, Robot is in it as a scientist who makes robots & doesn't trust them. Again. He must be very typecast, its just lucky for him that SF & robots is so big now in cinema i guess, he can just play the same guy over n over, i mean soon as u see him u immediately know he is a scientist who makes robots and doesn't trust them. And yeah u know Bruce Willis is gonna be misunderstood & unfairly stood down as cop & have to work alone etc etc. But hey its got robots & that, so cool, its worth seeing.
I poked (patted) at Mr sculpture in ineffectual fashion then got train to Bondi to see tax dude. It seem he have a massive effort when he do my tax... i cannot imagine why unless its cos i'm utterly crap at getting my shit together. Oh yeah, that could be it. Enjoyed the train ride & the tax dude laff at my jokes & apart from that the news is not fantastic: shell out 20K for BAS. Its a bit rich of the govt to expect this & while u may indeed get a load of $$ thru yr bank account, it seem much more go out than come in when u are doing the govt's tax collecting & paying tax "ahead" which seems strange & unsettling. And esp if u are paying a tax dude vast amounts to do it cos its so arse-bitingly complicated & if you think 2 seconds, u will remember it was never as bad as this, tax i mean. Poor tax chap he goes white sometimes & all quiet cos he has to calculate something so horrible it even make a seasoned tax accountant blanch.
So then i sweat my way back to studio, tho i do enjoy my train ride. I imagine real commuter ppl laff when i say that. how silly they think, but they never grew up in a suburb where there's no trains at all & u never think about them. Its a jolly adventure for me & i do enjoy seeing the backs of all the industrial areas that u cannot see otherwise. For e.g. I never knew there was a huge yawning brickpit in the back of that particular bit of marrikville its no wonder u can't walk thru to the Metro that way.
Then everybody all feelin washed out from the heat of the day. And giant traffic jams which i was lucky to rat run away from. Standing in traffic unmoving as lights change & change & change again is a very bad look when its as hot as that. I was cool tho i had some twisties (to replace salt) and a bottle of water. i just sweated there but it was at least 1 degree cooler by this time 6pm so i was happy enough esp when i found my escape.
I poked (patted) at Mr sculpture in ineffectual fashion then got train to Bondi to see tax dude. It seem he have a massive effort when he do my tax... i cannot imagine why unless its cos i'm utterly crap at getting my shit together. Oh yeah, that could be it. Enjoyed the train ride & the tax dude laff at my jokes & apart from that the news is not fantastic: shell out 20K for BAS. Its a bit rich of the govt to expect this & while u may indeed get a load of $$ thru yr bank account, it seem much more go out than come in when u are doing the govt's tax collecting & paying tax "ahead" which seems strange & unsettling. And esp if u are paying a tax dude vast amounts to do it cos its so arse-bitingly complicated & if you think 2 seconds, u will remember it was never as bad as this, tax i mean. Poor tax chap he goes white sometimes & all quiet cos he has to calculate something so horrible it even make a seasoned tax accountant blanch.
So then i sweat my way back to studio, tho i do enjoy my train ride. I imagine real commuter ppl laff when i say that. how silly they think, but they never grew up in a suburb where there's no trains at all & u never think about them. Its a jolly adventure for me & i do enjoy seeing the backs of all the industrial areas that u cannot see otherwise. For e.g. I never knew there was a huge yawning brickpit in the back of that particular bit of marrikville its no wonder u can't walk thru to the Metro that way.
Then everybody all feelin washed out from the heat of the day. And giant traffic jams which i was lucky to rat run away from. Standing in traffic unmoving as lights change & change & change again is a very bad look when its as hot as that. I was cool tho i had some twisties (to replace salt) and a bottle of water. i just sweated there but it was at least 1 degree cooler by this time 6pm so i was happy enough esp when i found my escape.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Foam
Well its bin a while haven't had much to whinge about so i haven't blogged. My foot suddenly got better on the day i went to get a blood test over it, but yeah hey i did have gout & how funny is that. Anyway the Dr said stop eating so much oranges. Damn i thought i had a really good healthy food there but hell.
I picked up a book by Haruki Murikami which is about running. He wrote a memoir about his marathon running. But really its also about the work-health balance you need to work at if u are a writer who sits at a desk all day. I guess everybody in IT can relate. Anyway one thing he said about doing a creative thing is u should stop when you feel you could still go on. That makes the next day's start very easy indeed. I been using that bit of advice & its great. I'm taking this new life sized man quite easy. I have a few things that been causing distraction but i'm just being relaxed about it. And it seems to be working!
Some new technical breakthru's are helping with enabling a feeling of progress. Firstly i have a murder of Plaster Bandages, Foam & wooden Skewers. I'm building this dude up using foam blocks skewered together & sometimes glued with liquid nails, and then i might wrap the foam limb or whatever in plaster bandages. I'm hoping this will be strong as 1 leg has no armature in it. So actually i may find my tub of resin & Fibreglass that leg to a bit of metal rod before get too far into it cos it sucks when a leg falls off. The skewers are a lifesaver - even when u wrap the plaster bandages u can poke in a skewer to hold one end. Awesomely handy. Anything that saves you from coming back from lunch to find your bandages have all drooped off & set spazmo is worth HEAPS.
My car is making a noise that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It does this every time i drive, the noise & the hairs. The noise is speed related, and getting worse. Its got so i know which hairs (either side of back of neck up to & around the ears) & the fact more on the left side of my head stand up. i'm wondering if its cos i hear more with that ear cos the open space of the car interior is on that side & maybe theres an echo. But regardless i really need to trade the heap in on something & for a while there i was convinced i could get a twin cab ute & how this would be awesome. Since I could then carry my life sized man to the foundry thus saving up to 2K for e.g. when they come to my studio to mould. i was fully into buying a Hilux & even went to see some. Then as i drove there i saw a place.. rent a ute. Der. I could spend 50 bucks renting a stupid ute i don't have to own one. And in fact a trailer would do if i had a tow ball. So now i'm back at square one I don't have the faintest clue what kind of car i need. I guess its got to be big & able to carry stuff in it. And maybe a tow ball. Thats about it... And it should be a toyota cos i heard they are very reliable.
I picked up a book by Haruki Murikami which is about running. He wrote a memoir about his marathon running. But really its also about the work-health balance you need to work at if u are a writer who sits at a desk all day. I guess everybody in IT can relate. Anyway one thing he said about doing a creative thing is u should stop when you feel you could still go on. That makes the next day's start very easy indeed. I been using that bit of advice & its great. I'm taking this new life sized man quite easy. I have a few things that been causing distraction but i'm just being relaxed about it. And it seems to be working!
Some new technical breakthru's are helping with enabling a feeling of progress. Firstly i have a murder of Plaster Bandages, Foam & wooden Skewers. I'm building this dude up using foam blocks skewered together & sometimes glued with liquid nails, and then i might wrap the foam limb or whatever in plaster bandages. I'm hoping this will be strong as 1 leg has no armature in it. So actually i may find my tub of resin & Fibreglass that leg to a bit of metal rod before get too far into it cos it sucks when a leg falls off. The skewers are a lifesaver - even when u wrap the plaster bandages u can poke in a skewer to hold one end. Awesomely handy. Anything that saves you from coming back from lunch to find your bandages have all drooped off & set spazmo is worth HEAPS.
My car is making a noise that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It does this every time i drive, the noise & the hairs. The noise is speed related, and getting worse. Its got so i know which hairs (either side of back of neck up to & around the ears) & the fact more on the left side of my head stand up. i'm wondering if its cos i hear more with that ear cos the open space of the car interior is on that side & maybe theres an echo. But regardless i really need to trade the heap in on something & for a while there i was convinced i could get a twin cab ute & how this would be awesome. Since I could then carry my life sized man to the foundry thus saving up to 2K for e.g. when they come to my studio to mould. i was fully into buying a Hilux & even went to see some. Then as i drove there i saw a place.. rent a ute. Der. I could spend 50 bucks renting a stupid ute i don't have to own one. And in fact a trailer would do if i had a tow ball. So now i'm back at square one I don't have the faintest clue what kind of car i need. I guess its got to be big & able to carry stuff in it. And maybe a tow ball. Thats about it... And it should be a toyota cos i heard they are very reliable.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Arrrrrrr
I feel like Pegleg Pete, tho i have to have a bit o hope cos my foot ain't totally killing like the last 2 nights. reckon i got 10% sleep last night. In between it hurting like hell in certain possies u turn over & even the good possie is not comfy so u turn again & it gets really sore & u wake fully up & then u turn again etc. U know the drill. Anyway the verdict is it might be gout would u believe. Ash sez if it feels like yr foot is full of razor blades twisting then its gout.
And my back went today too, prolly cos i been hopping about for too long. Tis like a finely tuned machine, my bod. Laugh not! Tis fer sure like a fine tuned machine, cos when 1 string detune, go plunk instead of plink, it all falls to shit. Like a house of cards or a teetering pile of garbage. Or for something more tunedly: like when a rubber band breaks on an italian motocycle. You don't wanna be cleaning that up.
Anyway ... tomorrow i takes a boxful of maquettes to a meeting & from there i certainly hope can start work immediately otherwise i'll *really* never get another weekend.
Sis done me a 36 card spread tarot today. In the future i will meet an asshole & i should walk away. Heh. There were good things too. Its hard to report on a tarot reading cos its all so subjective. You can interpret it diff ways & in short this is why ppl call it a load of old cobblers i guess. But such things are just frameworks for allowing intuition eh. Most ppl know in their hearts what they need to do.
And my back went today too, prolly cos i been hopping about for too long. Tis like a finely tuned machine, my bod. Laugh not! Tis fer sure like a fine tuned machine, cos when 1 string detune, go plunk instead of plink, it all falls to shit. Like a house of cards or a teetering pile of garbage. Or for something more tunedly: like when a rubber band breaks on an italian motocycle. You don't wanna be cleaning that up.
Anyway ... tomorrow i takes a boxful of maquettes to a meeting & from there i certainly hope can start work immediately otherwise i'll *really* never get another weekend.
Sis done me a 36 card spread tarot today. In the future i will meet an asshole & i should walk away. Heh. There were good things too. Its hard to report on a tarot reading cos its all so subjective. You can interpret it diff ways & in short this is why ppl call it a load of old cobblers i guess. But such things are just frameworks for allowing intuition eh. Most ppl know in their hearts what they need to do.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
House poking
Went out house poking today. thats when u go out & poke about hopelessly at overpriced shitheaps & justify your inability to enter the real estate market by slaggin people's dreadful taste in home reno's. Its either an appalling egyptesque grotesquerie or an unreno'd dung heap complete with tenants dishes filling the kitchen sink. Re the egyptesque place, well i been to egypt i know how they fix up houses there.. this was so egyptian it cried out. Exposed wiring everywhere & tiled within an inch of its life. The lower level had 9 ceiling roses in total. 6 in the shop front were all the same kind which is fair enough but the 3 in the living quarters were each different & the paint they used to accent all the mouldings & window sills etc was a kind of puke formless army green, which my sis said is similar to what is trendy at the moment.... similar. The bathroom tap knobs were awesome i think u could read yr future in each one like crystal balls. Beaut things. The most beaut rainbow mother of pearl crystal one was hanging out 3 inches, but after i cut myself on the fireplace i turned that on to washed the cut so it still works. They had removed some structural thingys from the rooms & replaced them with glossy thin round pillars that went to Square blocks & thence up to a filletted curvy V shape & it was pretty bad with the puke green ceiling roses above that. In some ways perhaps painful to look at is a description. Still we liked it a lot, generally. Just need a load a small changes... and a builders inspection cos i know how egyptians build & if they removed structural things its a bit worrying. I'm not being rude - any egyptian will agree.
Then we saw a fixer-upper in marrickville. Well actually it was a knocker-downer or better yet nuke-it-from-space-to-be-sure-r & it even had Enter At Own Risk in big red letters on the front door. Our the back were a couple of happy ladies who had obviously decided to rescue it but as i said to my sis, grandpop would knock it down rather than fix it. Its the kind of house grandpop would have built, but i reckon he would take a 1.5 second look & say this place is done for.
Speakin of cuts we just received a gross-out email with 2 pics of my cousin's foot, this arvo it happened, he chucked his fishing knife at the ground but neglected to move his foot first. Load of blood very impressive. The 2nd photo shows just the cut with the blood washed off & its not too bad tho must be deep. If i were a person who beleived in anything i would find it most funny that the exact spot where his foot got hit by knife is exactly where my foot hurts. It radiates outward from that exact point. Coincidence. Funny though. Hmm. So, like, universe... very funny.... Can my foot get BETTER now then???
I SMSd him he was nodding off in the hospital waiting his turn. He filmed them sewing it up, on his phone. He has a great pain threshold. Lucky.
Then we saw a fixer-upper in marrickville. Well actually it was a knocker-downer or better yet nuke-it-from-space-to-be-sure-r & it even had Enter At Own Risk in big red letters on the front door. Our the back were a couple of happy ladies who had obviously decided to rescue it but as i said to my sis, grandpop would knock it down rather than fix it. Its the kind of house grandpop would have built, but i reckon he would take a 1.5 second look & say this place is done for.
Speakin of cuts we just received a gross-out email with 2 pics of my cousin's foot, this arvo it happened, he chucked his fishing knife at the ground but neglected to move his foot first. Load of blood very impressive. The 2nd photo shows just the cut with the blood washed off & its not too bad tho must be deep. If i were a person who beleived in anything i would find it most funny that the exact spot where his foot got hit by knife is exactly where my foot hurts. It radiates outward from that exact point. Coincidence. Funny though. Hmm. So, like, universe... very funny.... Can my foot get BETTER now then???
I SMSd him he was nodding off in the hospital waiting his turn. He filmed them sewing it up, on his phone. He has a great pain threshold. Lucky.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Corroding foot
Sigh a mere 25 minutes after stupidly allowing add-ons update in firefox i can now start typing. I have few mins left before i'm out of power... gakkk.... no just kidding. the laptop might go though. Hm i dunno firefox used to take 3 seconds to do that kind of thing, now its endless waiting & semi-crashing until u fnally start IE instead & then u can swear at how interminably slow that runs & by the time u got gmail up u can try firefox again & maybe..
Buggering bloody computers anyway. I got a weird foot at the moment thats causing me a bit of grumpy. Its kind of numb on top & a bit pins & needles & if i push on it it feels like its being ripped apart. Nothing visible at all. Not the usual sore foot eh. I took some magnesium this evening in case its related to cramps but otherwise who nose. I had to sit own this arvo tho when i got it caught under a thing, & twisted it. Gosh did that hurt. I don't think it would have hurt usually, so its just a bit delicate or summink. Hope it starts to improve soon or i'm gonna need to be careful with it & thats a PITA... Got a meet early next week to approve a maquette for the next life sized dude & from that moment it'll be full steam ahead & no time for any frailties thank Q.
Been contemplating what is the role of a sculptor. Skip to the end now if that bore u to tears...
Know some sculptors who just do pretty ordinary work, and sell loads of it. The point is, should a person strive to create amazing things that are an exploration of incredible universes & formalist practice & perhaps create their own sculptural language, or is the fact you sell em means its not broke & why fix? You ask yrself why wd u devote yr life to an art form & never want to push it to hell & back? Well the answer may be many things but it just being a job could be one of them. Its not the kind of job anyone wd choose to make a living tho, so u suspect a person start it all starry eyed & idealistic.. but then when the work starts & keeps selling, do they reckon they made it now & thats enough pushing it. I dunno. Maybe they worry if its a bt different it might stop selling.. dunno.. i mean u could always make both kinds of work couldn't ya?
But like ppl buy the stuff... so is it broke? Maybe its not. But if several actual sculptors think its shite, then it is shite, this is true. Guess ppl buy it cos there is nothing as shiny next to it that actually is a good sculpture. And shiny matters. Surfaces & colour matter, & Bling. Sadly, they have to put the bastard in the house somewhere & live with it & they care about them things.
And is the sculptor's role to make what other people want into a 3d object, like make manifest their vision or their hopes & expectations? For example if u make an urn for the ashes of a stillborn baby for a friend, or get commissioned to make a portrait of some historical dude. Or is it to be the maker of objects & then afterwards people come to you & buy one cos they like your vision? Like Henry Moore. Henry Moore is a odd one cos he just made Henry Moores & people got him to make a Henry Moore as a commission. In the annals of commissioned sculpture history did anybody ever get asked to just go make somethin, whatever took his fancy, the way he was? [Please imagine this rhetorical question from the POV of a person (myself) who hasn't got much a grasp of actual art history but yet I think i'm correct here - cos hell they were all Henry Moores, eh. Nobody said, i'd like a blobuform mother & child here pls, Henners, and i'd like em to float a bit & have no relation to figurative sculpture as its been done in the past 4000 yrs.]
Anyway... been busy makin another maquette today. Its not going so great cos every pose besides the original one looks unco. But i'm fighting hard against that & getting the anatomy up on it... adds to the flavour.... if u got the gesture & the anatomy u should have a contender or at least something not embarrassin. Me, i still like the first one though. What can u do.
Ah, better do my tax before i get the nod on the big feller, cos there won't be no time from that moment til Xmas for any muckin about.
Buggering bloody computers anyway. I got a weird foot at the moment thats causing me a bit of grumpy. Its kind of numb on top & a bit pins & needles & if i push on it it feels like its being ripped apart. Nothing visible at all. Not the usual sore foot eh. I took some magnesium this evening in case its related to cramps but otherwise who nose. I had to sit own this arvo tho when i got it caught under a thing, & twisted it. Gosh did that hurt. I don't think it would have hurt usually, so its just a bit delicate or summink. Hope it starts to improve soon or i'm gonna need to be careful with it & thats a PITA... Got a meet early next week to approve a maquette for the next life sized dude & from that moment it'll be full steam ahead & no time for any frailties thank Q.
Been contemplating what is the role of a sculptor. Skip to the end now if that bore u to tears...
Know some sculptors who just do pretty ordinary work, and sell loads of it. The point is, should a person strive to create amazing things that are an exploration of incredible universes & formalist practice & perhaps create their own sculptural language, or is the fact you sell em means its not broke & why fix? You ask yrself why wd u devote yr life to an art form & never want to push it to hell & back? Well the answer may be many things but it just being a job could be one of them. Its not the kind of job anyone wd choose to make a living tho, so u suspect a person start it all starry eyed & idealistic.. but then when the work starts & keeps selling, do they reckon they made it now & thats enough pushing it. I dunno. Maybe they worry if its a bt different it might stop selling.. dunno.. i mean u could always make both kinds of work couldn't ya?
But like ppl buy the stuff... so is it broke? Maybe its not. But if several actual sculptors think its shite, then it is shite, this is true. Guess ppl buy it cos there is nothing as shiny next to it that actually is a good sculpture. And shiny matters. Surfaces & colour matter, & Bling. Sadly, they have to put the bastard in the house somewhere & live with it & they care about them things.
And is the sculptor's role to make what other people want into a 3d object, like make manifest their vision or their hopes & expectations? For example if u make an urn for the ashes of a stillborn baby for a friend, or get commissioned to make a portrait of some historical dude. Or is it to be the maker of objects & then afterwards people come to you & buy one cos they like your vision? Like Henry Moore. Henry Moore is a odd one cos he just made Henry Moores & people got him to make a Henry Moore as a commission. In the annals of commissioned sculpture history did anybody ever get asked to just go make somethin, whatever took his fancy, the way he was? [Please imagine this rhetorical question from the POV of a person (myself) who hasn't got much a grasp of actual art history but yet I think i'm correct here - cos hell they were all Henry Moores, eh. Nobody said, i'd like a blobuform mother & child here pls, Henners, and i'd like em to float a bit & have no relation to figurative sculpture as its been done in the past 4000 yrs.]
Anyway... been busy makin another maquette today. Its not going so great cos every pose besides the original one looks unco. But i'm fighting hard against that & getting the anatomy up on it... adds to the flavour.... if u got the gesture & the anatomy u should have a contender or at least something not embarrassin. Me, i still like the first one though. What can u do.
Ah, better do my tax before i get the nod on the big feller, cos there won't be no time from that moment til Xmas for any muckin about.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
2 Bat stories
Scary story...
The other night i heard a yowling n screeching out the back. It was fully dark. I thought whatever that is its probably whats been mucking up the back yard eh, some bloody cat, & it needs to be shoo'd off. I went out to give it a yellin & i realise its something much creepier out there. There's gurgling screechy noises u never heard in any horror film & i suddenly understood why in them horror films people Go Outside To See What Is Makin That Noise & we in the safety of our warm house or movie theatre are going "oh no!!!!!!!!!!!! u idiot!!!!!!!!!!! why on earth would u go outside!!!!!!!!!!!" Well now i know why ya would, cos u just do. As this thought whoosh thru my head I realise its flying things battering & gurgling like mutated cats choking & i see other neighbour out looking & saying WTF is that & i realise its a flock of bats dive bombing the back yard & i realise that i am silhouetted against the lit back doorway & in a horror film i'd be dead meat & i also realise bats are mad & nothing i do will get me more than a flappin bat down my neck so i repair inside & imagine my fast escape from horror movie & how if it real was a movie i'd be splattered all over the wire door in grotesque fashion & how funny is that.
Other Batt story:
This morn out in the raging gale force winds doing some gardening with mum (when she gets a notion u better mind what she sez) i see my plaster batt which i described in previous post, that lives in the carport, has blown over (its been a night of very blowy proportions) & smashed into bits. Its kinda sad.... perhaps it knew its time had come.
The other night i heard a yowling n screeching out the back. It was fully dark. I thought whatever that is its probably whats been mucking up the back yard eh, some bloody cat, & it needs to be shoo'd off. I went out to give it a yellin & i realise its something much creepier out there. There's gurgling screechy noises u never heard in any horror film & i suddenly understood why in them horror films people Go Outside To See What Is Makin That Noise & we in the safety of our warm house or movie theatre are going "oh no!!!!!!!!!!!! u idiot!!!!!!!!!!! why on earth would u go outside!!!!!!!!!!!" Well now i know why ya would, cos u just do. As this thought whoosh thru my head I realise its flying things battering & gurgling like mutated cats choking & i see other neighbour out looking & saying WTF is that & i realise its a flock of bats dive bombing the back yard & i realise that i am silhouetted against the lit back doorway & in a horror film i'd be dead meat & i also realise bats are mad & nothing i do will get me more than a flappin bat down my neck so i repair inside & imagine my fast escape from horror movie & how if it real was a movie i'd be splattered all over the wire door in grotesque fashion & how funny is that.
Other Batt story:
This morn out in the raging gale force winds doing some gardening with mum (when she gets a notion u better mind what she sez) i see my plaster batt which i described in previous post, that lives in the carport, has blown over (its been a night of very blowy proportions) & smashed into bits. Its kinda sad.... perhaps it knew its time had come.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
A Dog a Day
Today went to morn tea at a sculptor's place. I brought timtams & absorbed information. I learned that you can use a rice cooker to melt your wax & pour it into one of those silicon cake tins to make wax sheets. I'd bought one of those cake tins just this week, hoping it would work to make wax sheets in & here we are - it apparently works an absolute treat. I'm so over dealing with a heavy plaster batt... you have to soak it, keep it cool, do it outdoors squatting in the yard, make new one when it wears out, store the bastard, find that rain got to it & wore ruddy bastard grooves across it, etc. With a silicon mould you can leave out the running water mess & even work inside the studio when u make wax. Brilliant. And the rice cooker trick melts the wax without drama, no setting it on fire or blowing it up all over the ceiling, & then keeps it at a low temp afterwards as long as u want. Bloody brilliant. Damn! And everybody's got a rice cooker they never use, even us.
She does beautiful work & the photos i'd seen did not do em justice at all. Really uses bronze like it should be used. You just wanna hold them. They're all abstract. Just beaut.
She told me about Depot Beach where you can snorkel and find rocks like the little ones u find at Mystery Bay, with lines thru em, except they are the size of your hand. I must go snorkel there sometime.
Thence to studio. I poured the daschund mould, i had took it off the clay the other day & cleaned it up & soaped it. Today dampened it good, resoaped it & poured lovely fresh white plaster in & then a backing of fibreglass with a pair of honkin big wire hangers imbedded. Suspect the doggie looks a lot more like a jack russell than a daschund but u get that. I had destroyed the clay relief getting the mould off it so i used a knife & a bloody big wooden mallet to persuade the clay back into a nice flat slab for the next relief. Another mate come over later & moaned long n bitterly about people who are hard to work with & drank some beer. Sadly i can't help much but can supply beer.
He told me about Washerwoman's Beach which is where tiles wash up from a shipwreck & the tiles had been aimed for St Mary's Cathederal. So if u snorkel there u can find some nice buggered up careworn tiles swishing back n forth in the surf. I will have to go have a snorkel there when its not bloody freezing cold, gale force winds & hail, like lately.
While he was there i started on a jokey quick dog on the slab & it started to work out. Hey i could do a dog a day at this rate. Anyway i soaked it in water a bit too much & it got hard to work with, more got stuck on my fingers & tools than i left on the slab, so i called it a day. Tomorrow it'll be just right.
She does beautiful work & the photos i'd seen did not do em justice at all. Really uses bronze like it should be used. You just wanna hold them. They're all abstract. Just beaut.
She told me about Depot Beach where you can snorkel and find rocks like the little ones u find at Mystery Bay, with lines thru em, except they are the size of your hand. I must go snorkel there sometime.
Thence to studio. I poured the daschund mould, i had took it off the clay the other day & cleaned it up & soaped it. Today dampened it good, resoaped it & poured lovely fresh white plaster in & then a backing of fibreglass with a pair of honkin big wire hangers imbedded. Suspect the doggie looks a lot more like a jack russell than a daschund but u get that. I had destroyed the clay relief getting the mould off it so i used a knife & a bloody big wooden mallet to persuade the clay back into a nice flat slab for the next relief. Another mate come over later & moaned long n bitterly about people who are hard to work with & drank some beer. Sadly i can't help much but can supply beer.
He told me about Washerwoman's Beach which is where tiles wash up from a shipwreck & the tiles had been aimed for St Mary's Cathederal. So if u snorkel there u can find some nice buggered up careworn tiles swishing back n forth in the surf. I will have to go have a snorkel there when its not bloody freezing cold, gale force winds & hail, like lately.
While he was there i started on a jokey quick dog on the slab & it started to work out. Hey i could do a dog a day at this rate. Anyway i soaked it in water a bit too much & it got hard to work with, more got stuck on my fingers & tools than i left on the slab, so i called it a day. Tomorrow it'll be just right.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Flies Dead After Pesticide Bomber Uncorks Carnage Cocktail
Been lookin at a house for sale... looks good, i think they are underquoting by about 100K on estimated price at the auction, i doubt i'm in the running. Otherwise its pretty good & i'm daydreamin here how would everything work etc etc. The Grt Aus Drm.
Looked at the contract it says the vendor will not be responsible for any environmental contamination under the site. I haven't noticed such a statement in any previous real estate contracts, tho they are a bit dry reading so i may skip bits sometimes. It make u achieve a state of unease, tho, really.
Looked at the contract it says the vendor will not be responsible for any environmental contamination under the site. I haven't noticed such a statement in any previous real estate contracts, tho they are a bit dry reading so i may skip bits sometimes. It make u achieve a state of unease, tho, really.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Rainy day in the studio
Sittin in the shop window of the studio. its teemin down outside & i've turned the big armchair round so i can watch the traffic flushing down the rd outside. its a busy rd even on a public holiday in the rain. Its been a lovely quiet day here apart from the bloody airplanes. But they are nothing compared to the noisy bastards next door & yay they got the day off.
i been here all day. i did another footy player same as before but this time reversed. i tried to do him different posed, but he keeps going back to the same one & maybe this is how he is just gonna be. anyway he looks ok, mirror image of the first. Then i went to work on the sausage dog. he is easily damaged but i feel like i can break him & bring him back. Meh - u can still ruin it though and in that overconfident moment i always used to crash the motorbike. So, to not tempt fate i've coated him in a plaster waste mould & tomorrow i can make another, & see what i get again. I guess you could just keep modifying one relief over n over this way. Cool.
There was some relief that Matisse kept doing over n over, the back of a woman. He was a very serious dude, i don't think he would do sausage dogs. But its a natural way to work i reckon i've stumbled upon eh. Could get out a number of modified reliefs in a row & see a real progression quickly. Think i'll have to do that.
Been a good day been all alone. watched every episode of New Amsterdam all 8 of em. I dunno where series 2 would have gone, they canned it apparently after 1 series, but this was good. Sometimes they ruin it by doing it again for series 2 etc. I think maybe they work backwards in tv. They lay it all out a.s.a.p. cos they know they might get canned any moment. Not like doing endless reliefs where u hope u improve each time. And g-d knows where Lost fits in & how it dragged on, but it sure broke our trust in TV... i never watch anything anymore without reading the reviews, in case i get "big fat nothing back" for watching it. But for this show, in a way one season might be enough. And it leaves a bunch of cool existential questions very pertinent to today's ppl. Such as finding ones true love vs having 609 GFs which is something lot of today's blokes aspire to - well they aspire to both & this is the hard choice. Which one of the 609+ do u stop at? And does 609 GFs make u feel immortal? Heh. A jolly good show.
Major skill: know crap when u see it,
i guess thats step 1.
If u see when yr own work is crap n when OP's work is crap then u got a great chance of not making crap yourself. Yes i've got a certain repeating sculptor in mind but i won't diss anybody by droppin a name... some ppl fall in love with the technical side of it all & forget the point.. actually with that comment a bunch more sculptors popped into my head. Breathe it out...
Eh, i feel like an old codger .. i guess a rainy afternoon can do that to ya. That and a full day of wrestling with death, immortality, murder, love, time travel, old age, supernature, loss, deception & redemption a.k.a. that tv show. Gosh heavy themes. That TV show makes me see my petty little reality issues are nothin compared to the big issues of all them age old concepts that run round on the weeny screen. Feelin good though, if a little unresolved sculpturally speaking.
Also watched an episode of Nurse Jackie on the laptop, which i since heard is on normal telly. An imperfect nurse who does her best while being a wee bit fast n loose, i loved it when she flushed that guys ear down the toilet.. he didn't deserve to get it back, in fact he deserved to have his scrotum sewed on where his ear used to be. i guess u could only go that far as Surgeon Jackie.
i been here all day. i did another footy player same as before but this time reversed. i tried to do him different posed, but he keeps going back to the same one & maybe this is how he is just gonna be. anyway he looks ok, mirror image of the first. Then i went to work on the sausage dog. he is easily damaged but i feel like i can break him & bring him back. Meh - u can still ruin it though and in that overconfident moment i always used to crash the motorbike. So, to not tempt fate i've coated him in a plaster waste mould & tomorrow i can make another, & see what i get again. I guess you could just keep modifying one relief over n over this way. Cool.
There was some relief that Matisse kept doing over n over, the back of a woman. He was a very serious dude, i don't think he would do sausage dogs. But its a natural way to work i reckon i've stumbled upon eh. Could get out a number of modified reliefs in a row & see a real progression quickly. Think i'll have to do that.
Been a good day been all alone. watched every episode of New Amsterdam all 8 of em. I dunno where series 2 would have gone, they canned it apparently after 1 series, but this was good. Sometimes they ruin it by doing it again for series 2 etc. I think maybe they work backwards in tv. They lay it all out a.s.a.p. cos they know they might get canned any moment. Not like doing endless reliefs where u hope u improve each time. And g-d knows where Lost fits in & how it dragged on, but it sure broke our trust in TV... i never watch anything anymore without reading the reviews, in case i get "big fat nothing back" for watching it. But for this show, in a way one season might be enough. And it leaves a bunch of cool existential questions very pertinent to today's ppl. Such as finding ones true love vs having 609 GFs which is something lot of today's blokes aspire to - well they aspire to both & this is the hard choice. Which one of the 609+ do u stop at? And does 609 GFs make u feel immortal? Heh. A jolly good show.
Major skill: know crap when u see it,
i guess thats step 1.
If u see when yr own work is crap n when OP's work is crap then u got a great chance of not making crap yourself. Yes i've got a certain repeating sculptor in mind but i won't diss anybody by droppin a name... some ppl fall in love with the technical side of it all & forget the point.. actually with that comment a bunch more sculptors popped into my head. Breathe it out...
Eh, i feel like an old codger .. i guess a rainy afternoon can do that to ya. That and a full day of wrestling with death, immortality, murder, love, time travel, old age, supernature, loss, deception & redemption a.k.a. that tv show. Gosh heavy themes. That TV show makes me see my petty little reality issues are nothin compared to the big issues of all them age old concepts that run round on the weeny screen. Feelin good though, if a little unresolved sculpturally speaking.
Also watched an episode of Nurse Jackie on the laptop, which i since heard is on normal telly. An imperfect nurse who does her best while being a wee bit fast n loose, i loved it when she flushed that guys ear down the toilet.. he didn't deserve to get it back, in fact he deserved to have his scrotum sewed on where his ear used to be. i guess u could only go that far as Surgeon Jackie.
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