stitchin

made this little embroidery mush for my honey

better photo of my first window. 

gave it to mummy dear for christmas

‘as years went on, you began to fail better.’

parkville

continued from previous post

 all glass cut

 beginning to lead up the window

all lead cut

 post solder

putty between all points where glass meets lead, 

this solidifies within a week 

and gives strength to the window

 whiting polished patina

 boss-man checkin up on installation

first commission. getting it did.

glasswerk

haven't yet managed to get around to posting photos of finished windows. here goes.

#one, (terrible lighting, sorry)

 #two, coincidental perfect fit

 #three

(pre-soldering)

#four, first commission; unfinished

Dear _____ ,
When I see your face I feel
sad and shy and forlorn.
I still have a lot of tenderness
for you. Seeing you play last
night made me smile, (the way
your mouth moves when you
drum, your hair in your eyes),
though I was so anxious and
tense, it was difficult to dance.
I'm still expecting you to be
able to explain what happened.
I'm sure that's why I suggested
that we get a drink. But then
again, if that hasn't happened
by now, it probably never will.
My ego wants the satisfaction
of knowing that you still think
about me, but perhaps you
don't. Every time I hear that
you're in town, every time that
you come and go without
asking to see me, it hurts, as if
I'm not worth you bothering to
try and maintain a friendship.
Though I have since fallen in
love with someone else, I still
think about you often. It is
terribly confusing that you
continue to affect me so
intensely even though I am
emotionally invested in some-
one else.
I'm much more tentative and
wary of him than I was of you.
I'm terrified that he'll give up on
me as easily as you did.
I feel like you cut something
really beautiful hideously short.
Nonetheless, I feel lucky to
have loved you.
Painful, but worth it.

Pass by by Ididntpackyourpostcard on Mixcloud

short lived

eighteen days to take my heart and break it.

Wishful thinking by Ididntpackyourpostcard on Mixcloud

download here:
http://www.mediafire.com/?hthu3h2a127h22p

thesaurus:
http://www.mediafire.com/?17g4px51tpndgja

thesaurus

Thesaurus by Ididntpackyourpostcard on Mixcloud

(lazy post - not even prepared to rotate photos)

first paving job; basket weave brick laying, two days. process; removed existing paving, barrowed out dirt, shovelled in crushed rock and sand, levelled, lay curve, lifted fuck loads of bricks into the landscape, lay bricks, swept sand evenly across paving, sprinkled mortar and lightly sprayed with water.

a month of sporadic embroidery

first lead light window. process; choose design and cut glass to size, stretch, cut and place lead cane, solder all points, putty in between lead cane and glass, pick off excess, scrub down, polish with whiting, repeat on other side.

 pre-soldering:

 collaboration with hiromi tango at goma in brisbane

 second window

 pre-soldering:

my dear friend hiromi has invited me to collaborate with her on this exhibition. very exciting. so many possibilities. gotta get to brisbane in april! come too!
http://blog.qag.qld.gov.au/artists-announced-for-contemporary-australia-women/

genius

http://maddieonthings.com/

diary of a bad year

today i did this as my muscles recovered from beginning three days a week of garden landscaping - i'm gonna be a rose specialist. brutal but rewarding work. creating beautiful sanctuaries all day at the expense of being covered in bruises, cuts, thorns and constant aches. it ain't such a bad trade.

Diary of a Bad Year by Ididntpackyourpostcard on Mixcloud

cure apathy

so many adventures.
my emotional nerve endings feel totally fried.
need to make more time for myself/ stop talking so much/ get better at expressing when i'm feeling too sensitive to listen or to have company at all.
that being said, i don't think i have ever felt this consistently positive about life/ myself/ people/ possibilities. i feel capable and powerful.
unending heaurtbeemz

treshurin'lyf

just applied to defer studying fine art at monash for a year! yay! excited about discovering that i can exist as a real person minus an institution.
things are workin out. will no longer be unemployed as of monday!

pipilotti rist has an exhibition on at acca at the moment. very much worth going.
http://www.accaonline.org.au/Current



excited about this:


also, this is great:
http://internetkhole.blogspot.com/

planning to drive up to sydney with some pals to see the picasso exhibition!

tuesday 24

https://corner.ticketscout.com.au/gigs/188-thee-oh-sees

http://becausegoodbye.tumblr.com/

music and book reviews, writings and general greatness.

tomorrow night!

"Sugar Mountain Presents ~
'YES!’ 
An exhibition of new works and installations by artists : 
MAYA HAYUK (Brooklyn, NY) & KYLE RANSON (San Fran, CA).
*A very special acoustic performances via :
Kyle Ranson & Maya Hayuk
+
Mouth Tooth
*As well as DJ :
Sunni Hart
No Vacancy Gallery
QV, Swanston Street, Melbourne
(Entry via Jane Bell Lane)
Opening Night : Friday 20 January 
Time : 6pm till 9pm
Exhibition will run until Friday 27 January 2012
[ FREE ENTRY ]
www.no-vacancy.com.au"

 and this!

WOOLLEN KITS LP LAUNCH
"So we went and made an album, coming out on RIP Society Records in Jan 2012. We wanted a party to launch it, and also say hey to everyone who has helped us out along the way, and look at this ridiculous shit we ended up organising!
WOOLLEN KITS (LP Launch)
Of the LP, RIP Society says: "“This isn’t an episode of *Happy Days, Woollen Kit’s debut LP is believable in its honesty with an earnest sentiment similar to Television Personalities and The Modern Lovers.”"
And a few early reviews of the LP to whet your appetite:
"They sort of sucked once they started writing songs that didn't sound like Beat Happening any more."
"i'm disappointed all the songs aren't titled ''oh''"
DEAD FARMERS (Sydney) 7" LAUNCH
Dead Farmers rule, and this latest 7", also out on RIP Society, rules too. A really hard n heavy rock n roll band, power-trio - Sabbath, Blue Cheer, Big Star and more recently Birds Of Maya/Purling Hiss kinda territory. Killer big riffs, dual vocals, three handsome boys. To be honest it'll be intimidating following them up!
UV RACE (first show in ages)
Can't really over estimate these guys - prolific, hard-working, hit-making, and says that guy from Frenzal Rhomb on JJJ, part of the "next wave of awesome Australian bands" whatever the fuck that means. I dunno man, you know who UV Race are, we are so glad they could do this show, love these dudes and ladies.
LOOSE GRIP (Brisbane)
Coming to Melbourne for the first time, I don't know heaps about Loose Grip, except that Joe from Bedroom Suck/Kitchen's Floor and Harry from Per Purpose are in it, they're a punk band and they have one of the best band names in THE WORLD. All reports say they rule and I believe in them.
DOORS AT 8PM
LOOSE GRIP 8.30
UV RACE 9.30
DEAD FARMERS 10.30
WOOLLEN KITS 11.30
$12
Alright thanks guys, see you there."


also, kinda wishing that i didn't sell my ticket to this now. but when you have less that 100$ to last until i-don't-know-when, spending 35$ to see some bands isn't the greatest move.



Dan Deacon Ensemble - Of The Mountain @ Corner, Richmond (13th Jan 2012) from Carbie Warbie on Vimeo.

PROTECT IP / SOPA Breaks The Internet from Fight for the Future on Vimeo.

HEARTBEEEEMZ

so great!
also; copy paste from facebook because i'm lazy and sleepy but i wanna share my love for these bands:

HO-MY-GAWD-probably-maybe-the-best-line-up-i-have-ever-seen(in-recent-memory);-full-ugly,-lower-plenty-and-pop-singles!-incredible!-don't-think-i-have-ever-so-thoroughly-enjoyed-an-entire-show-before!-thank-you-for-existing-Michael-Thomas-Nathan-Ashleigh-and-other-babes-i-have-yet-to-meet!-the-sound-also,-thank-you-Louis!-happy-times!
http://www.myspace.com/fullugly
quick internet search for lower plenty only produced this: http://www.messandnoise.com/discussions/4202877
http://popsingles.bandcamp.com/
and another thing! this is my friend jon and he is great:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/softscience/

spoonful of sugar

i feel good and calm and happy for the first time in a while. since getting back from tas maybe three weeks ago i have been feeling strange; isolated, unsure, inadequate and lost. feeling directionless and unemployed whilst i was down south didn't matter so much - getting a job wasn't feasible and living on limited money wasn't tremendously difficult, i was surrounded by people constantly, whose company i really enjoyed and doing nothing-in-particular for a month didn't make me feel unproductive or anxious. but back in melbourne, i relapsed into a nervous wreck; fiercely biting my nails, not feeling able to interact with people, particularly in large groups and feeling crushed by a hideous apathy that was a product of my typical preemption of failure (of everything that involves me making constructive decisions) and thus, i felt at a complete loss as to deciding where i want to be (living arrangements) and what i want to do (employment/ uni/ doing things for myself). eventually, needing to take some sort of action, i moved all of my things to my dad's place in glen iris. for the first time in three years, all of my possessions are in one place. i spent hours sorting out my room, cleaning, throwing things out and rearranging, culminating in a beautiful, open space, where i actually want to spend my time. dad took my little brother to queensland for two weeks so i had the house to myself; a four bedroom house that is usually inhabited by seven people. stark contrast to the house in hobart, which, at times, slept eighteen people, including three children, in a six bedroom home. living alone, as well as being in glen iris (an hour and half on public transport to get anywhere on the north side - where i spend most of my time) meant that i felt quite isolated, not necessarily in a negative way, but on top of that, the distance made me ever reluctant to leave the house at all. on friday i finally motivated myself to leave glen iris (for social purposes, rather than job-seeking), to meet some pals from tasmania at lentils, took my bike on the train to east richmond and rode from there to abbotsford. a nice little discovery; that method only takes a half hour and saves me the 15km bike ride (which i have no worries with sometimes, but i  don't feel up to it all the time), consequently eroding some of the isolation feelings. a night of easy company with really lovely, genuine people evoked the absence of self-consciousness and social insecurity that defined my time in tasmania. saturday, i finished painting the front of my mum's house in richmond; two shades of sago and a front door of deep fuscia. that night, i proved my theory that kissing people that drink beer makes me ill; that minuscule amount of gluten can still affect me (i have coeliac disease). so the next day i had pretty intense stomach pains, a headache and ended up needing to eat lots of panadol. no regrets though; make outs trumped getting sick.

C:
sunday at a show at tinning street, i got to see full ugly and milk teddy jams (tom's falsetto makes for prime listening), temporarily quenching my thirst for melbourne music. whilst i was in hobart, every now and again i would get a powerful craving to see milk teddy or dick diver, the twerps or full ugly, so in that sense, it's good to be back home.

drove down to mum's beach shack at point cook today. went for a swim as the sun dipped towards the horizon, then sat in a deck chair reading and writing until a faint white crust of sea salt appeared on my skin. drank cider and ate prawns with avocado for dinner.

lyf-rules.

here are some nice things:

http://htmlflowers.tumblr.com/

"i think you are the kind of person who can take that mist and turn it into a mouse"

layers

after a journal-writing-drought lasting maybe six months, i started writing for myself again. sat up all night, feverishly scribbling in anti-prep for stressful family christmas times; finally doing the birthday present (a hand bound, blank book with heart-wrenchingly beautiful sunbeams of friendship) justice, that lashna made me in september.
it feels good to be home, regardless of immediate immersion in the mess of convoluted family politics that is christmas. i arrived back in melbourne late last thursday; already missing the chaos of thommy's house in hobart, and a few people in particular... but just as much as i miss it, i am glad to have left. seeing lara and indra, grant and skye made me feel safe and loved and home again, as the fluidness of plutonic physical contact was reinstated - something that is essential to my happiness and was fiercely scarce during my month in tasmania.


Earth | Time Lapse View from Space, Fly Over | NASA, ISS from Michael König on Vimeo.

do the right thing

Letter from Tasmania.
The names have been changed.

Dear _____,
I miss you already. It's been a while since we haven't had proper hangouts multiple times in a week!
I'm sitting in the Botanic Gardens with my sister, Ben. It's warm so I'm wearing my bunny skirt and feeling good, though simultaneously emotionally and physically exhausted. Ben is living in a beautiful, massive squat with seven other people (two of whom have kids - Niamh, who is four and Joel who is six). Niamh and I dressed up as princesses on my first day here, while Jeff, her dad, was aving some down time. The next day I got to look after Joel for the day while his mum, Mel, sold ribbons for Aids Day with Tom (Joel was too sick to go to school). We drew rainbows together, played lego, made fruit salad and read to eachother. It was really nice because I'm missing my little brother already. Dave, another housemate (total babe), has a dog who I've been having lots of cuddles with, which is helping me heal about Johann (my dog who died two weeks ago). I think, so far, I've spent more time with Dave than I have with Ben. I find him incredibly attractive but I noticed quite early on that there was a complete absence of sexual tension. We've been having some pretty full-on, gritty conversations (positive nonetheless) and through this he shared the extent of, but not too much detail of, his sexually traumatic past. Very confronting. I don't think I've come to terms with it yet.. but that explains the lack of sexual tension, hey? I've been reading lots. Really enjoying the feeling of being in a full house, in constant company but not feeling up for conversation 100% of the time. So I read in the backyard with sunshine, new pals, cigarettes and gin. The other people that live here are all lovely, but Dave is the only one I have really connected with so far. I read one of his comics yesterday called Slaine. The art is no good but the storyline was excellent, including a refreshingly autonomous and powerful damsel in distress who had to single-handedly break free of her constraints before the male could assist her. Have almost finished that Sophie Cunningham book, Melbourne, that I read a bit of to you at the shack. Still really enjoying it. Also read another comic called the Original Bondage Fairies - fucking hilarious! Hardcore pornographic manga with fairies and bugs; quite overtly non-consenual, but the whole thing is so preposterous that I was laughing real hard the whole time. My eyes hurt though, from reading too much. Think I need to get a higher prescription. Jeff has been giving me massages (...plutonic I hope) and is real good at finding pressure points. So painful and kinda humiliating because he makes me moan and squeal... but I feel like I'm floating afterwards.
I love you. Hugs and a big sloppy kiss
xoxoxxo

"don't know what you cunts are on about, getting a fella for the winter. buy a fucking coat"

tasmanian hospitality. the best.

more news from nowhere

http://hologramcity.blogspot.com/

also; this is excellent:

'specially the moves at 6mins 15

on an unrelated note, last week my little brother was trying to convince me that boys are more hardcore than girls. we went back and forth "boys do this...", "but girls do this..." etc; i said, only girls can give birth, that's pretty hardcore. he replied that "sexual intercourse is pretty hardcore, boys do that".

i was shocked and appalled, my feminist senses in overdrive... but also somewhat understanding of the fact that those kind of thoughts are a natural product of the gender stereotypes reinforced by our culture, and are something that, growing up, we all struggle with and learn deal with/fight against in different ways.

i got a really interesting email the other day from the boy who, maybe a year or two ago now, tried to put his hands inside me while i was sleeping:

I am sorry to contact you but I'm going through counselling at the moment and my counsellor said it was something that I had to do.
I have gone through quite a bit of counselling since what happened and have been diagnosed with episodes of sexsomnia. It's triggered by a few things, but in that case excessive amounts of alcohol.
I understand you most likely won't believe me, but I am not lying. I have absolutely no memory of the events and am sickened by the thought that I, could do something like that no matter how unaware.
I am going through a lot of work with a counsellor and taking Clonazepam to make sure this never happens again and felt that you should know about this because it may help you deal with what happened.
I'm so sorry I've fucked up your life, I wish I could do something about it.




i replied:

_____, that's really, really wonderful news.
whether i believe you or not is irrelevant, you just need to do whatever you need to do to make sure that it never happens again. 
so i'm really glad to hear that. i hope that seeing a counsellor is a constructive and ultimately positive experience for you. which is very possible as you sound committed to working through it.

and received this response:

you're sentiment means a lot to me, thank you. It has already been both of those things. there is no way I am letting it happen again, I can't live with myself as it is. I am more committed than I have ever been to anything.

painfully beautiful that my seven year old brother thought that my friend walks the way he does because my friend thought it was cool and not because he has a disability

backward cap

directed by lara kose; one o' my main ladies featuring lloyd and indra's luscious locks
yama boy was one of my favourites for a long time
http://www.myspace.com/yamaboys


Backward Cap from PURE POTENTIAL on Vimeo.

"i would call you a cunt but you don't have the warmth or the depth"

die allgegenwärtige Hause

done... ish. 

the title (probably grammatically incorrect) translates as 'the omnipresent home'.

just need to stick it all together so the zine accordion folds out of the rectangular depression in the wood.

cedar pine, embroidery thread on paper, acrylic, magazine clippings, paper tape