Full size.

Oh, i highly recommend this.
just because i love it.

It's little bits of acrylic paint - (remnants of Will, if you like). collected with sticky tape.
and in the way that my images normally don't, it enlarges to full size.
ohhhh yeahhhh.

I'm painting Will.

i'm always painting Will.
don't tell him though.
he can find out if he happens to check. he of the three very demanding blogs.

oh amazing! i can re-cap on my paintings of Will.
oil on canvas
2008
The result of a conversation over a poor quality photograph.
"Will, you look like Jesus."
"I do not."
"Oh yeah?" *paints*


acrylic and charcoal on canvas
(Will's canvas)
2009
Will being tired - painted from life - on Yuan's bed in London. while he was likely on youtube.


Will today.
post dying his hair.
secretive.
i'm not done.
i'm likely still not done.
crud. i got pen-happy and now the eyes are warped and the hair is swirly.
*cackles*
GREY...GREYYY!
this is becoming all a bit ridiculous and i'm starting to like the first one best with its non-matching eyes and non-overworkedness.
i'd better get it right this next time or that is it.
Will's third imortalisation will be the devil.
hah.
and the first was jesus.
making me think perhaps i should stop now while there's a weird sort of humour.
acrylic and pen on moleskine
2010
okay, that's it.

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i chopped out the lady's eye. but it's okay, because she was just a copy.
moth people. who were stuck to flo's art party t.v.
someone a bit sideways from public transporting to gertrude street
for the gertrude street projection festival. went and watched the projection in a group of unknown people.
drew a violin. twice, and a chimney.
pink hair lady from train. she didn't really have pink hair. but i thought it might be interesting to stare at her and then draw her later when it was less obvious. heh. i hope the people i draw never find me or this. and then later her hair got pink.
then there are some people from another train trip. and thoughts and outlines from the Play With Your City (!) talk. and at the top a stamp from an exhibition at uni.
today only. but not tomorrow.
and thinking about knitting and umbrellas and the girl who walked past behind me while i was looking in a shop window and she had subtle stockings and was singing a little to herself.the old man who i see on the train a lot. i should name him. or actually ask him. he seemed talkative with people the first time i saw him and drew him. from a distance, quietly.
this time he was dozing. and as i finished drawing him - from directly infront of him. ha. such a risk-taker - he woke up and stared out the window to assess the length of his journey and nap so far.

also flower people and kite's housewarming and fez+aaron's pARTy. with the cloud mattress of ultimate doom (almost).bathroom in the nicholas building on swanston street.
i went to the Dancing Without Lessons thing at Blindside. which i liked. BUT. i'd have liked there to have been a part two. demonstrating Dancing With Lessons.
these things seem most valid with a before and after.
but i drew the bathroom. because it was old and all the pipes were on the outside of the walls and the inside of the room. read: visible.
and the sinks were old and the walls were old.
everything really, except what was either a soap or scent dispenser on the wall. either way it was a plasticy ugly.
and the door to the bathroom sat open a bit so that you could stand where i stood and observe inside and outside and the handrail down the stairs.
then someone came in and it seemed all a bit awkward.feather - likely from a duster - or a bird - like the one depicted - which was found at the very bottom of the nicholas building. where it looked initially like maybe i shouldn't have been but there were more pipes and machinery things and they were nice.
thinking about glass and sandblasting.
glass update shortly.
disliking lifedrawing pose and drawing girl behind lifedrawing pose.
the end.

small, intrusive observations.

right: life drawing. drawing another draw-er. model posing in peripherals.
observations on a tram.
she was doing things too quickly and my stop came before hers.
but i liked the last thing i had time to write.
i was photocopying,
and i picked up my book and things fell out everywhere.
so they all got piled into the scanner.

un-diced limbs

moleskine (life drawings)
enlarged photocopy + watercolours
chopped and scattered
i was going to dice up all the limbs. maybe later.

photocopies

Top: moleskine. marker bleeding through from previous page with added pen. dresses and coat and hair
Middle: photocopied and watercoloured
Bottom: photocopied and watercoloured life drawings (Agent Cleave)

Nakles

Above: leftovers from collage attempts.
Below: one face, two backs, one rabbit.
My feet are about as cold as they might be if they were nakles.

Below: Finishing the page. with dress pieces and observations and little crumpled pieces of Daylesford leaf and tape.
And a little silver star from Cho's birthday drinks.
Above: inky rabbit, veins, my hand on the back of someone's seat, life drawing, the building near the tram stop, amazing-wonderous squishy sort of wrinkles on a man's face as he bizarre-ly pressed his fingers against his face.
Below: blind contour drawings of hands and arms playing bass. some flowers i collected on my way home from the train at least a month ago because i thought they might get cold and die and i'd have missed them. and all the eyes on the train.
And I was thinking about that lady photographer. i will remember her name when i get my photomedia things back. who followed people. with her camera, and wrote down notes. and then tried to follow herself. at the same time as someone else did.
and so i started writing down what people were doing in my train carriage and on the tram.
i just. think people are interesting is all.
things to look forward to:
Jess discovering that John Olsen does pretty good portraits.