i decided last week that i was going to start making little postcards to send to my Seth monster. Don't you remember being younger and getting excited to get mail? Well when he is older i hope that he can look back over all the silly little cards. i bought some gorgeous furry blue/brown wool to knit a miniature 2 year old size scarf to send to him in a few weeks.
Look at how shocking my writing is when i try to print! i'm so use to cursive that printing feels wrong.
Now a little story. In early high school i had to do some ridiculous group assignment for some ridiculous class. i had started sitting with a new group of girls (all girls catholic school - killer!) and one of the girls i was grouped with in the assignment sat with us too. Her name was Sarah. From then on Sarah and i were basically inseparable. We had the letter books, the endless gossips on the phone, the fights, the sleepovers, the boy talk, the secret language, shared each others clothes... The whole deal. At the end of year 10 Sarah moved back to WA... i cried till i was dizzy. We saw each other a couple of times a year until at the end of year 12 she moved back with me for a year and then in with her boyfriend Neel (who happened to be my other best friend.) Then... crying time again, Sarah AND Neel moved back to WA where they have been for the last few years.
Over these last few years our contact has gone from minimal to none. I miss her and think about her all the time and as this is the year of change (how cliche) I decided it was time to amend that.
So here is the little postcard made for Sarah. Attached is a rambling letter that i hope bridges the distance between us.
And finally, The first page of my visual diary. The quote is from "Voices of Violence" by Michael Bell. It basically sums it all up.
So many distractions to keep from thinking about my Literacy/Numeracy test on Wednesday. i know i should be fine. i know i WILL be fine. Just cant stop the little flutter inside.
In a weeks time i will start working at North Brighton Preschool, where my mum works. The special needs teacher there needs an aide to help her with one little boy in particular for a few mornings a week. It will be my job to shadow him, make sure he sits and eats his lunch, and help him with the little lessons and activities they do.
Here is this weeks Unconscious Mutterings:
Monday, 21 May 2007
it makes it easy to bear..
Thursday, 19 April 2007
A child is a little dimpled lunatic
My nephew Seth has me wrapped around his little finger. I'll eat mushy watermelon off his fork if he shoves it in my face. I'll let him throw water all over me if it makes him giggle. I'll suffer through 30 minutes of combing knots out of my hair after he plays with it. I'll sit through that damn wiggles DVD just to see him dance to big red car.
Yesterday my mum and I caught the train out to see my darling little monster and my sister-in-law, Nerida.
Teenage mutant ninja turtle... phone?
"sure Seth, you can eat my fries"
"Seth, Auntie Lizzy thinks its too cold to... Ok you can tip that water over me."
Just a sunny day running around the backyard with the most important little man in my life. 
Boy, n.: a noise with dirt on it
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Friday, 13 April 2007
Some pages from my sketch book:
Thor's Hammer from yesterday
Buddha sketch for the paper mache wall hanging/mask i'm making this afternoon. He looks maori.
Seth's Dragon: Basic Details- Horns, Teeth, Eye
Seth's Dragon: Close up of scales
Seth's Dragon: Scales and Shading
Seth's Dragon: Done
The dragon wasn't planned, I just had the idea of making scales after playing with the bucket of paper pulp I started to make last night. I'm not sure if i want to make him as a sculpture or as a 3d wall hanging like Buddha is going to be.
Paper Mache time!
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Sunday, 8 April 2007
The Bleeding Hearts Club
Easter Saturday was spent with family.
First train trip with my nephew Seth, All the family besides my father hoped on the train to Martin Place. From there we walked in the rain through the domain and met my Aunt Susan out the front of the NSW Art Gallery. My brothers went and saw the Tezuka: Art of Manga exhibition the rest of us had our yearly outing to the Archibald Prize.
This year, despite the portraits being well done, wasn't as stand out as the past couple of years. I have picked four of my favourites:
The Bleeding Hearts Club #1 (David Griggs)
Been a fan of David Griggs for some time and his entry this year was intimidating. Not eye level like the others it was hung above the entry into another room... Huge in size, it really did leave you in Awe.
Ben Guilty (Cherry Hood)
One of those portraits that have eyes you swear are staring into yours, The two reasons i loved this one so much was the minimalism yet detail of it, and also quite an interesting classical portrait compared to the portraits Ben Guilty himself has entered in past years.
Tim (Esther Erlich)
The portrait that best captured the subjects character in my opinion. Besides, I'm a sucker for red as red can be paint. This one was also one of Seth's favorites. He too has always loved red, when he was a few weeks old he was also hypnotised by my red hair.
Myself (Angus Nivison)
The one that appealed to me the most, Angus Nivison's work haunted my thoughts for the trip home. I put my vote in for this work for the peoples choice award.
I have always loved visiting art gallery's but to experience it with my 2 year old nephew in my arms and walking beside me, each painting took on a deeper meaning. Watching him search each canvas, pointing at colours and shapes that appealed to him... It tore at my heart. And many other patrons of the gallery to see the sweetest little blue eyed blond boy remind us all what art is... An overcrowding of the senses.
PS:
New colour for the Blankie:
