Thursday, May 19, 2011

Long Lost Friend

I am seriously trying to clean up my studio... which also doubles as the 'junk room'... and has also become a home to Dave's very large bike. Please know that I am super grateful for my studio, but it has become a little crowded & messy of late. And in my continual excitement of creating, I often neglect the cleaning up part.

Today, as I continued in my cleaning duties, I came across one of my sketch books. There were dozens of little drawings reminding me of many a night sitting on the lounge, listening to a TV show & drawing until my eyes were blurry & tired. Its funny, because they don't just feel like drawings in a book; the familiarity of the portraits make me feel like I have found a long lost friend! What a lovely feeling.

Here is one 'long lost friend' for you to meet... she is yet to be named & perhaps when she is finished, she will find herself on one of Gretel Girls hoops. But first... there is more cleaning to be done.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Mystery of Flying Kicks

I am super excited: The 'shoe fling' continues... and if you are in Melbourne you are in for a treat with the St Kilda Film Festival next week. You can see 'The Mystery of Flying Kicks'. (Thanks Tash for the heads up. Nice work Viron!)

"Murder, sex, drugs, art, politics… sneakers hanging on telephone lines have become a powerful urban symbol, inspiring genesis theories both hilarious and sinister. In an effort to get to the truth once and for all we asked the people of earth to help us solve this mystery. Using an on-line call out and a phone message bank, this documentary was made entirely from donated photographs, phoned-in theories, video, vlogs, and animation. The Mystery of Flying Kicks is the result of a unique digital collaboration between the filmmakers and the international public."
Umm... hello... Winner BEST SHORT DOCUMENTARY - MIFF 2010!!!

Here's some links for ya:

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St Kilda Film Festival: Click

See the Trailer: Click

Monday, May 16, 2011

Shoefiti...A True Classic

I am continually surprised by how much joy it brings me to see shoes hanging from the power lines. I am sure it is an absolute nuisance for the companies maintaining the power lines, and possibly quite upsetting if you are the owner of the shoes and a victim of some sort of bullying. But I cant help but smile each time I see them hanging there.

Well, after a quick Google, Wikipedia tells me that Shoefiti (shoe flinging) is a worldwide activity & infact in some places it is used to advertise the location of a 'crack house' or to mark the territory of gang turf. In some places the hanging shoes signify that someone has died & the shoes hanging are belongings of the deceased. Wikipedia says it may also be another manifestation of the human instinct to "leave their mark on" and decorate their surroundings. The list goes on...

Strangely, I think I was a little disappointed to see soooo many reasons behind the shoe-fling! There was something I liked about driving along to see sneakers hanging from the lines & to think that someone did that for no reason at all!

But it definitely made my day to recently find another hanging treat near our home. Remember those completely giant, oversized, wooden spoon & fork sets that people would mount on their dining room walls in the 60's & 70's? We now are able to appreciate them each day on our drive home... someone has kindly attached 'shoe laces' and flung them over the power lines also. Thank you... not sure about anyone else, but it makes me smile.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Not Sure When... a draft

My impatience to share with you is blatantly obvious (but perhaps you like to see the journey?) In my excitement, I couldn't even wait until it was finished... here it is, a new piece in its very early stages.

Its funny, because I look at this rough drawing & for a moment, I see what you probably see: an unfinished sketch with funny eye lashes on dirty paper. But then I see its potential to be something beautiful & amazing. I begin to dream about what fabric she will eventually be teamed with.  I imagine her (hopefully) hanging in an embroidery hoop on someone's wall.  

I look at her & hear her story, the circus of thoughts dancing in her head. I feel her doubts, her uncertainty.  She is not just black lines on a page... not to me. I am excited, and her journey has only just begun!