Make mag has a lot to answer for

Make mag... beloved of geekery everywhere it is an icon of logic in a sea of chaff & bondi cigars. Yet... there is a dark side.

And that dark side showed itself lately round the traps. Picture an art show...

Item #1: a 44 gallon drum.
Item #2: a fucked-in-sorrow feedback loop amplified to tooth-drilling volume.
Item #3: some corn flour in water.
Yes you guessed it... they did that science experiment that is so well known that they prolly do it in primary school. And have a flamin guess. They called it Art. FFS.
And yes it was switched on ALL FUCKING DAY while i was trying to work in my studio.
And what is saddest of saddery, it didn't actually make the cornflour do anything. So it didn't even Work.

Please, get a 3rd grade kid in to do it right. And realise that if u found it on the internet on You Tube, then so can everybody else. And its not art unless there's a FLAMIN POINT TO IT.

Unless the point was to annoy the living fuck out of everybody in earshot. Hell, they should put it in the Archibald.

Sex & the sculpture

Yesterday decided i had a crush on a bloke at work. I guess it was all the testosterone around the place lately what with the footballers & all the hard work we been doing & he does have a cute butt/broad shoulders combo which gets me every time. A hangover from the first BF back in the mists of time who was a seriously gorgeous hunk of a bloke & there u are, forever reverting whenever u drop a hat.

Anyway it has worn off already, like a 12 hr virus. But it was way cool that i took that energy & went to the studio after work & did some sculpture & put on some music & worked very hard & humming along to the mp3z & made some work. Generally if u need an energy boost & help to concentrate then a bit of infatuation will do it for ya. I must admit to not being stirred by anybody in flamin ages i spose i just been working too hard for too long to care about anything much, but a couple of slower days at work & there you go the mind starts to wander.

The Arts work better with sex involved, generally. Like where would rock n roll be if the blokes in their codpieces & mascara weren't trying to get laid? Like where would any artistic endeavour come from if not originally to attract attention? With rock n roll it even works LOL.
Heh... sculpture... pfft. Maybe i'll choose better in the next life or summink.

A charming interlude

A charming interlude in an otherwise mcfucked day full of disaster soak-up & abasement before IT-injured lecturers baying for our filthy silicon laced blood, was a special lunchbreak: meeting with the subject of next sculpture. A football player, taking off his shirt in the old unused server admin room at work for me so i could take some research snapshots of a particular pose. He did half an hour of football passing using a box of tissues for a footy. My, what pecs u have... and arms like tree trunks wth huge veins & rather entertaining muscle definition. I love anatomy, whoo boy. And i think a gorgeous bloke with his shirt off is much like a joy forever. If only i had a lunchbreak like this every day, i could probably get thru the work day easier, and crack a smile at least sometimes.

A productive weekend

That light at the end of the tunnel was a train coming. So work is still arse. But i have to admit it helps to crystalize the desire to be a real artist.

But this weekend i was a real artist! I did some waxing & some plaster. Even though i had to run into work briefly & had a visit from a friend with 2 insane children, i still managed it! I made a footballer, a speed skater & a dragonesque bunyip out of wax. Then i made a large head out of plaster. Dunno if thats gonna work out but its kinda cool to make something that big. Are details still details if they are really BIG?

Been doing wax work in the studio. I went in 8am both days. I never been able to work on wax before in the morning but cos its quiet there then, its been coming along sweet. Using the rice cooker to melt wax is a new way too, its faster to get started than using a hot water bottle to soften the wax. So now i have a better System.

Bin a while

Bin a bit quiet lately as the day job been horrendous. Can see light at the end of tunnel now as i got to go home only 10 minutes after usual time. Hooray. The light may yet turn into mirage but i have a glimmer of hope.

We just have to push on & its too late to say management fucked us over totally by lumbering us with this stuff to do or that we should have fought back cos it couldn't be done. Now we just got to keep hacking at it til it dies or we do. Like chewing like hell what management have bit off for ya. Sure along the way we will all get RSI & respiritry infections & rashes & our homelife will suffer greatly marriages break up kids start takin drugs pets starve.

And for what. Well yeah don't go there oK.