important but difficult!
My life is very RICH and FULL and COMPLICATED right now. I’ve been thinking about posting about it but am choking on the ethics of revealing minor details of my loved ones’ lives, which are intertwingled with mine? Is this irrationally neurotic, y/n? Kas is making a zine about their summer so I feel encouraged to keep reflecting and maybe make some media/publish something around my personal growth spurt and accompanying growing pains. Vitamin D sure does wonders, huh!
In the meantime, here’s a dumb/cute picture of my face with some of my USyd roller derby babes from today.
Playing safe with my mouthguard in the living room, ohh yeah.
My friends excite me. If you wanna talk about Pitch Perfect and theory/identity/justice, u found ur gurl.
I/we are starting a Pitch Perfect fan night where we sing along and discuss it critically. Food and alcohol will probably be involved. Hit me up if you’re interested.
I’m sorry that all I’m doing is fanblogging Pitch Perfect and Utkarsh Ambudkar, with smatterings of Tay Tay, but at the same time… I’m not sorry.
I am manic/creative/excited/in friendlove this week.
Who would be into some girl-on-girl lesbian themes of Pitch Perfect fan videos? Lezbhonest, all of you would.
Eyes: peeled. Keep ‘em.
Hahahaha “I Like Your Glasses”??? This is 2/5ths genius and 3/5ths hipster middle class w a n k lol!!
I love/hate it.
Also people tell me they love my glasses all the time and I love/hate it because I have worn glasses since I was 8 and was given s h i t at them all through primary for being an unpopular bullied alienated nerd, but now I acknowledge I have hipster glasses that really suit me/are crucial to my face. People I don’t know well often don’t recognise me if I’m not wearing them. I am very short sighted and have astigmatism. I wear multifocals and when drunk friends play with them at parties/step on them they cost about $600 to replace. Glasses are serious business! Glasses are markers of class, privilege, social capital, education, and so forth!
I have some thoughts and feelings about spectacles, apparently.
edit: Also, I follow a blog about spying on book covers so look who’s talking. I also collect photos of/blog about book covers, but I work in a library for money man! People think I’m a bibliophile/very bookish, and I certainly used to be. In primary school I literally read the backs of cereal boxes, anything I could lay my hands on, I feel worried and bored if I wasn;t devouring the written word like a starved child slurping down instant noodles. I ordered books obsessively through Scholastic Book Club, a lot of little girl fantasy and other stuff, and as early as year 1 I would finish the whole little novel in the backseat of the car before arriving home from school. I won gold medals from the government for aceing statewide English and comprehension tests, I wrote poetry and short stories and everything. I was good at it.
As a teenager, I fetished books. I watched Amelie and Wes Anderson films and listened to twee pop a lot. I was a Carefree White Girl (.tumblr.com), and let’s not talk about that right now. Another time.
These days, after chronic mental illness and an internet-shot attention span, I struggle to read half a book. Also with having to read constantly for uni, I guess. I find reading very stressful, I carry a lot of intellectual insecurity around. Me finishing a book cover to cover is a
I could probably count the number of times I’ve done it in the past year on two hands.
File under: shattering my pseudointellectual bohemian English-skilled image. Which was already kind of in tatters, but sticks to me persistently. Gum on my shoe. In some ways, the blog I just wrote reinforces it.
These two words are key staples in my vocabulary. They are like the bread and soy milk of my tongue-oral-mouth-word situation.
Just a reminder my solo show Unknown Artist opens tomorrow Saturday 16th in Sydney. The entire show is already sold out, including 5 works to public institutions. Here’s another preview of one of the pictures, all pics up later in the week or on the Sullivan and Strumpf website.
This looks so amazing I am really keen to go!
Ugh wait crap just realised I double booked myself I think to go to Queer Thinking on Saturday, which starts at 12pm so hopefully I can do both.
Busy day tomorrow, maybe Battle on the Bent Track queer roller derby but lez face it probs will need a disco nap, and
Ugh I have queer roller derby posters I still need to put up, a bit late but I guess I’ll take them to queer thinking tomorrow. The right crowd for it, eh…
Anyway, amazing art, back to the point of this post, check it out please.
Rings of a tree surrounded by ferns and different varieties of mushrooms.
Screen printed on reclaimed fabric. Already heat-set.
9” x 9”
You can get one HERE.
If I hadn’t just made a BUDGET and realised I have blown the SHIT out of it, I would so go to here. <3
(I’m strapped for cash now, I need to stop buying lavish pressies for my friends and lavish fashun for myself. Wah.)