Christmas Festivites

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Oh I have been so busy eating mince pies, drinking mulled wine and enjoying the boy and I hosting Christmas for our London family plus the boy's parents. It has been super lovely though I wish a few of my special people were added to the mix. Now I am enjoying the nowhere days rolling into each other not doing much and not even knowing what day of the week it is.

moving commuting off the hobby list

for the last 20 months I have been travelling from my home in North London to Bromley in Kent for work. On average this takes about 1hr 25mins. With less than a week to go at my current workplace I am smelling the closeness of the end of an era. Commuting is something you become used to though I never quite got over the amount time in my life that it takes up. The hardest thing is finishing late at night and then not arriving home until after 9 at night and the isolation of not really being able to do much during the week because of the time it takes to get places.

there have been good times commuting I have watched movies, tv series, TED talks, listened to podcasts, read books, sketched, slept, zoned out, photographed, drank alot of coffee and listened to music. And many bad times, where I am stuck tunnels on trains, cold, hungry, late and just wishing I could beat work or at home rather than in train or waiting on a platform. This is especially the case if you are a little unwell or tired it feels like you are climbing a mountain just to get to work.


i am happy to be saying goodbye to the commute and scratching it of my hobby list and gaining back 2 hours a day (new job 30mins travel time). Respect too all those who continue to commute and it is more than 20months of their life, may the travel gods be with you. For me it is farewell commuting and hello time!

i wanna be like Nathalie

thanks to Mati Rose who has a lovely diary that I follow i discovered Nathalie Lete and her magical creations and video.

check out the little video of her painting in Japan.

for some fun and check out Nathalie's fab website. I wanna be like Nathalie a french lady living in Paris and making wonderful creations!

Who said clowns were happy?

Sad Clown
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This lovely photo deserves some blog space. Discovered on my new little habit of Flickr i had to share. Most of my weekend that is what my insides were saying. x

Photo taken by Daddy K

sewing my way out of the blues

saturday i got hit by the blues truck, I felt it coming for a little while but yesterday I was smack bang in the blues. It was the sadness that hits you for no particular reason in a way that takes your breath away. It was one of those wrenching moments where I feel my most lonely in London where I want my peeps, Sydney feels the furthest place in the globe (well it is almost). So I went into my creative den to paint but actually found myself sewing. Taking some old clothing and doing some cutting and stitching which has led to a revamped cardigan and an old t-shirt getting stitched. The tee is still a work in progress and for the first time ever the splendidly imperfect girl is being stitched. A little bit of needle magic a lovely Sunday with the boy eating cheesecake and visiting my dream business and I am climbing my way out of the blues.

A unicorn in London

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i discovered a unicorn in london, in a place filled with snow. It always adds to the magic of Regent St to find this sort of magic.

new beginnings, being so brand new

what i love about new jobs, new years and new things is that you have an opportunity to be so brand new. The opportunity to be conscious to make decisions with a little less sureness with an extra moment of space to do it differently or in a new way. Yesterday I did the first day at my fab new place of work and I want to embrace this opportunity. I am making more space for breathing and in those breathes I am hoping to be able to reach for those new spaces. A few moments during the day I did go into some mild panic as I felt the over riding responsibility to sort it all out straight away, my over responsibility kicks in which is super ridiculous as it is before I even officially start. This is a old habit, a deep wiring in my brain and I am going to create some new paths.

i have a deeply held and treasured belief that we all have the opportunity to change, not that it is easy. I do believe we can have a big impact on our life and the way in grows and changes if we keep conscious. Some habits will be a lifetime challenge, life might throw us million of reasons not to be different, or fortune may fall far from our path and yet we still have the power to enjoy and the great life we do have.

i love reading the research about brain stuff where studies are done and how we can change and grow new paths, it is great evidence for me. Reflecting of newness and and opportunity I guess that is why I love change. Somehow I was given the most incredible gift the voice that says I will be OK no matter what happens and if I try I can make a difference. It far from means that I haven't seen horrible things or had a perfect life because that is far from my experience but somehow I have come out with a precious gift.

my love for Battersea power station

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this building has a big place in my heart. I don't know why or how but it is there. I have many photos, at many angles with many cameras. A gift and a joy of London. Maybe one day when they build the flats inside or around if that is what they will do it will be different I hope it doesn't become to perfect. I love it's semi ruin state something so imperfectly beautiful.

Oh i must get back to my sketchbook

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with discipline comes habit, with habit comes creative reward. Frequent sketchbook practice brings reward I just need to remember. Back to discipline I guess. xx

zumi obsession on a monday

i know I am obsessed with the zumi but it did so well today on this melancholy monday.
there is always more melancholy on flickr

school trip to Anish Kapoor

yesterday I was a trip with my art class to Anish Kapoor exhibition in London. It is the second time I have been as I visited with TJ a month ago. It was the first school trip I have been on years and it is was lots of fun, especially with lovely people from class, great conversation, coffee and fun art.

I was naughty in the visit in that the Zumi just accidentally took some photos. I have been playing with them a little. The Zumi is certainly getting a work out and I have enjoyed playing with the images and my love of the silhouette.

If you want to check out more about the interesting Anish Kapoor and his red wax the RA has some good content. What I took away from the exhibition was the notion of performance and experience within a show. I appreciated as a human you interacting with the sculptures and that it defined your experience, and I liked that it would be totally different to another human. The other aspect I loved is that the pieces well the ones with lots of gooey red wax evolved over the exhibition and were different from the first time I visited.

p.s. you can't help but like a exhibition that has a canon that explodes with red wax. Check out the live webcam video if you won't be in London soon.

commuting and workin in Bromley

so my first week of the zumi and I have taken over 600 photos, yes i have been snap happy. So I am going to share some photos that pretty much some up commuting to Bromley Kent to work.

I am loving the fun and delight the lovely little snapper is bringing me whether the images are the best or not. It is also teaching me to see the beauty in the ordinary things that are in my world.

Here are a few images with the rest of my day adventure via Flickr.







see my photo journey of a day commuting

a new friend

oh I have a new friend and it is very exciting. All the way from America(well designed in Japan, made in China and sold in the USA) it is the Zumi camera. A crazy little white camera with a bumble bee. Purchased from photojojo a great website for all photography fans. I discovered this delight on Karen Michel's blog with this photo

It is a digital version of the lomography concept. It had me at hello and within an hour of the battery being slipped in I have snapped 100 crazy distorted photos and a video on the tube. Beware I have another way to make images and it is crazy and splendidly imperfect and not so expensive with the printing. I even what photos of me with the camera, ok I know I am now scary.


UPDATE: The boy is not a fan at all of this crazy little camera but true love listens to no one.

london moments

three of the few images that turned out from the Diana F+ and the London photo adventure last Sunday. The images feel like pictures of my experience of London, my London. Not sure if they will go any further as images, but interesting all the same.

where have i been?

i have only small pathetic human excuses for not writing on my blog. I am determined to break the drought push through my procrastination to do something I enjoy. When procrastination takes over on certain aspects of my life I am always shocked how powerful it can be, how it can keep me away from fun aspects of my life.


life lately has been full of many funs things and a few lows. I have been shoving art in all the crevices of my life, the sketchbook has a life at the moment so full it will soon be impossible to close. In the evening I do some making, something even int he morning, hours on the weekend then art school and an exhibition and my life feels wonderful and brimming with it.

life in general has been:
*Beautiful autumn, see my little experiment above with my Diana F+ and slide film.
*Filling my sketchbook with tube pictures and crazy experimental variations
*Going to art school
*Drinking lots of coffee(nothing unusual about this)
*Spending a lovely weekend with Karen
*Dreaming of new world and new options for the work I want to do
*Going 'live' at my day job with my project
*Seeing Anish Kapoor, John Baldessari, Futurism, new hang of Tate Modern
*Fun photo adventure day with Paul, Jasper and Lawrence - must do this more!
*Visiting the lovely new Anthropologie store
*Drinking Starbucks Red Cups (Christmas drinks are always good and I don't care what you say - Toffee Nut Latte, Dark Cherry Mocha, Gingerbread Latte)
*Wishing for the people I love to have their dreams come true, well at least a few baby steps towards them
*Discovering my new fav sushi place

I promise I will be back real soon.
x

lovely surprises

I have had a lovely weekend full of surprises, Karen had a trip to London with work so I spent 36hours hanging out and catching up. After starting the weekend with sushi and sake and art school Saturday it felt like an amazing london weekend full of goodness.

After leaving Karen at the hotel for her trip home, someone left me some heart on the tube, picture above.

I am now busily focused on catching up my project from leaving art school early, a 3D object that can fold into my sketch book. This combined with my day job project that has 'd' day this wednesday has reduced my time for creativity, so hopefully things will calm down this week and I will do some more blogging and making.

Oh well, I am happy all the same. x

ordinarily lovely london weekend

my weekend has been and lovely, full of delightful london ordinariness. This weekend has included: a cider at the pub with friends; watching The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus(very average film but beautiful visually); yum Japanese for dinner; lunch and coffee at Borough Markets; Tate Modern with Jasper; dinner at Paul and Jaspers's; all Sunday lazing with the boy; and then dinner with Brett and TJ to top it off. It is when life is full of such simple wonderfulness that I realise the magic of feeling content. It has been washing over me a lot lately. I have no greater achievement, no new job, no perfect relationship but somehow I have personally reached a point of being satisfied. No yearning for something other that what I have, where I am or what I am doing. (Well wanting London to be geographically closer to Oz to see my peeps doesn't count).

I am actually happy and the happiness is growing. I could never have imagined such a life and my contentment at such happiness in the ordinariness. I always had plans for life to be grand, when actually my dream of a happy life comes from the opposite direction.

now words left

not proud of my homeland

it is not very often I say that I am not proud of my homeland Australia. But tonight as I write this I feel ashamed of the actions of Australians. It reminds me of how closed minded and racist Australia can be. Nobody is perfect but bad bad TV is no excuse. Between Hey Hey Its Saturday and on Danni Minouge of UK's X Factor we really should hide away for the week as the world sees a very ugly side of Australia.

i have been contemplating in my creative search if I want to explore my Australian identity, is there something I want to say about our horrible human rights issues, what can I say that is of any value? It is so important to me and so much easier to see when you are living in a foreign land not plagued by the blinders of cultural values. Being able to see values as if there were buildings to investigate, see the bricks and structure for all the beauty and ugliness, able to explore in a way that I didn't know how when I lived there. This ugliness is bringing it to the top of my conscious, to be considered again.

on a personal note can someone do something decent(that doesn't include sport) that makes me proud again, I miss the home land of my imagination my rose coloured memory. Please someone do something so I can stand tall again, even if only for a little while.

finding things that make you smile

places on the interweb that make me happy even for a moment:

tiny ballerinas

an amazing relationship

a new pet


a lovely blog from aus

apple pie

a lovely girl fashion blog

anthropolgie opening soon in London

blogs of people who inspire me to live my dream life
hazel dooney
Karen Michel
inside a black apple
andrea scher
kelly rae roberts
shutter sisters - picture hope

newly discovered artists that inspire me
mark dion
kiki smith
marlene dumas
cecily brown
nancy spero
chris olifi

to happy sundays
x

new kids on the block

yes there are new kids on the block but they are certianly more cool than the boy band of old. It is all about some friends of the splendidly imperfect girl who would like to say hello. They are still ideas at the moment but they are slowly developing. My new fav is the girl with glasses (she only wears them to look smarter, I can relate sometimes).
x

Dina F+ black and white film

here is the most decent photo from my first black and white film. A snapshot from my life in London. It is view from the front seat of the bus close to home on the 341. When the boy and I ride the bus together we always try and grab the front seat as it has additional benefits, a shelf for your coffee(note my coffee in the corner in this shot), a little extra leg room and a view.

the splendidly imperfect girl on the move

she is starting to like london, this new place has given her legs to walk and a dress from topshop. Well that was what she was telling me as she stood on my desk this evening. She was feeling generous and let me take a snapshot. She was relieved that I finally sorted out my stuff and decluttered, more space for her. I will need to be careful she may just take over.

remembering why i love making and creating

in my new routine of life I spend every second Saturday and Thursday evening at the version I can do of art school. I love it, soaking in every moment, the comments the learning the standing at an easel. I often get my moments of self doubt and when it comes to sharing what I have worked on for the day evaluating myself against others. I try to be gentle with myself and have realised I am not a fast worker, I need time to work on projects and exercises. Last night when looking at favourite blogs I stumbled across a beauty and it reinforced why I make stuff, why I create and why it keeps becoming a bigger part of my life.

check out Jenny's Blog about making something from nothing and the comfort creating stuff can give. Art school is a long way from here, not about the healing is about the nature of making images and the discipline of it. The rigour and craft in the context of the art world. But I still love it, learning things that will help me instead of struggling through in my own self taught habits. Drawing classes made all the difference, I can't even imagine where this will end up.

it is good to remember what started the journey and why ultimately I want to spend as many human hours as possible, making, learning and being around creative and artistic pursuits.

Diana F+ 2nd roll

i picked up my second roll of film today from being developed. A couple of fun shots of a farewell meal with the lovely Jane at Ping Pong. (The home of the delightful lychee and rose martini, also pictured). What I love is the how much fun we were having comes through in the Diana photos. Jane and Joe are leaving London to experience one of their dreams and live in Paris, how fab!

i love how the camera has created the opportunity for more creative adventures. On Saturday when the boy kicked me out the house to do a rehersal I caught a bus to go on a photo adventure, see shots below. I even took some B&Ws just waiting the week turn around time for development, v.exciting.

at the moment I am really enjoying how much time I am spending making, creating or pursuing something creative my fine arts course contributes lots to this and I love love learning. Studying and learnig new things regularly is so comforting to me and increases my happiness factor dramatically. Can I gush anymore....

does she have pets? New beginnings for the splendidly imperfect girl

be gentle be kind she is out for her first walk and she doesn't even know what she wears anymore. Does she have pets? Does her wardrobe need an update?

it is all new again and at the moment I am just playing and seeing what happens. It is so much fun to be drawing her again. She is far from perfect, she is living up to her name.

behold the splendidlyimperfect girl

she is on her way back, she is currently living in a new little sketchbook. More coming soon.

the perfectionism monster, thie Diana photos have arrived

excitedly this week I picked up my first photos from the Diana adventure. Even though I had agreed with myself that one good image per roll of film was my hope. In the unrealistic part of me I wanted the roll to turn out just like the amazing photographers I see online. Every image exciting and interesting, an intriguing version of my life. Amazingly the roll of film didn't turn out like a professional. My heart sank, I chastised myself. The reality is, I did get 2 images that I love, so the real me got what I wanted. It was another lesson in my riduculous high expectations of myself. Start something and be great straight away. I have got so much better with this but the monster in always just around the corner, ready to jump out. It really is sad that I do this especially when the Diana was all about having fun, not a thing to be perfect at. This camera and style of photography is all imperfectness that creates accidental magic.

Photo: Snapshot of Battersea Power Staion on the way to work from my commuter train.

i love that my creative pursuits teach me so much about myself, pulls me up when I am slipping into old behaviours that can be so limiting. I wiki'd perfectionism and here are the negative aspects:

In its pathological form, perfectionism can be very damaging. It can take the form of procrastination when it is used to postpone tasks ("I can't start my project until I know the 'right' way to do it."), and self-deprecation when it is used to excuse poor performance or to seek sympathy and affirmation from other people ("I can't believe I don't know how to reach my own goals. I must be stupid; how else could I not be able to do this?").

In the workplace, perfectionism is often marked by low productivity as individuals lose time and energy on small irrelevant details of larger projects or mundane daily activities. This can lead to depression, alienated colleagues, and a greater risk of accidents.[8] Adderholt-Elliot (1989) describes five characteristics of perfectionist students and teachers which contribute to underachievement: procrastination, fear of failure, the all-or-nothing mindset, paralysed perfectionism, and workaholism.[9] In intimate relationships, unrealistic expectations can cause significant dissatisfaction for both partners.[10] Perfectionists may sacrifice family and social activities in the quest for their goals.

Perfectionists can suffer anxiety and low self-esteem. Perfectionism is a risk factor for obsessive compulsive personality disorder, eating disorders, self harm, and clinical depression."

Photo: Catching the train on a lovely September evening.

goodbye crazy perfectionism, throw this perfectionism monster out the door. It is ugly and dark and can take me back to place I no longer want to visit. I find the timing so interesting as I have just been contemplating revisiting my splendidly imperfect girl concept, oh yes life does point us where we need to be.

beautiful photos of old Japan

the grace of the internet has delivered unto me a most beautiful photo stream on flickr with 1000's of vintage Japanese photos. This stream needs to be seen to be believed it is that of Okinawa Soba.

such an amazing collection of photos that are super inspiring with CC Creative Commons for those inspired to use them in art. There are lots of interesting comments and almost debate on flickr about the photos and the social commentary that Okinawa Soba adds. (I dare you to read his full profile. So real honest, so long and in a very lovely human way inspiring).



there is something about Japan I have always loved and I had never even seen anything as breathtaking as these photos. Not sure how or if ever they will become part of my art but I feel blessed to have discovered them, so much so I needed to share them.

5 mins until the train

argh, it is pre 6am not a good time for me. Off to catch train to Bristol and Cardiff today for my day job. The trusty Diana is coming with, so some possible great accidents will happen and I may get an exciting photo. I have given in my first film to be developed and I am very excited to pick it up on Thursday. Back to the days of waiting for your photos. I have no idea what they are going to look like I just hope for one reasonably interesting photo.

it has been big times, I have also started my fine arts course at City lit. So on Sat from 10-5pm I was life drawing. It was most excellent and I was super exhausted. It is going to be interesting to learn and keep gorwing and to see what comes from it. It is going to be lovely to have a sense of community and see people every week for a long period of time, there is 4 people in the course I already knew from Drawing Continued, it was lovely to know some faces.

fingers crossed I hear the results from my sister's tests today as well. What a big roller coaster. Better go, 20mins to be out the door.

my birthday

it was my birthday on Monday, hence I have been quiet and trying to make the most of all birthday cake moments. It was nothing like I planned, far from perfect and even some yuck news thrown in but in a very crazy, silly, way it was ok. If nothing else it has been reinforced lessons of late to let go of control and make the most of the way it is.

my sister went into hospital Monday so many moments my heart was racing in my anxiety of her being in a hospital bed far way from where I could be. She is progressing ok but still in hospital and will be there at least until next Monday.



so after mini birthday activities all weekend, my birthday culminated in a yum dinner cooked by my boy with lovely Mat over to continue to celebrations. I was very silly, selfish and childish all night after spending the day being responsible at work and travelling to Bournemouth for a meeting and returning with a small glimpse of the ocean.

after I got the news about my sister and my leave was cancelled by work I really questioned the value of being responsible. Where does it get us? So in a rash moment I bought myself a very lovely gift a Diana F+ camera. A retro plastic fun camera, with wind on film. Like something from my childhood but even more silly and great. With a million creative possibilities.

Official description,
Starting from scratch with an original 1960’s Diana camera, we pulled apart every tiny nook, cranny, gear and wheel to rebuild it from the ground up. Every quirk and “imperfection” was duly noted and reconstructed – yielding a lightweight beauty that handles and feels just like the original.



so I have a new love, I am excited about making blurry surprising and old fashioned images. I want to carry it everywhere and catch the random moments of my days. It is giving me a sense of great adventure and fun. I know it is only a silly camera but it has inspired me and makes me giddy with excitement.

check out the Lomography website and world of amazing things. I love the whole philosophy, I am converted!

i'll try not to evangelise too much I promise.

Working at being spontaneous

this painting hasn't been an easy ride. Focusing on being with myself and being spontaneous, walking away from my conditioning. Boredom and tiredness are always the sign of when I am lost. In the end something has happened, and an image has been painted. Neither right nor wrong, pushing through and sticking with it.

started Thursday evening, finished tonight Sunday 6th September

I remember the love for Michele Cassou

way back about 7 years ago a woman once again opened up painting to me, that was Michele Cassou. It wasn't in person, it wasn't her voice, it was her book. This book Life, Paint and Passion: Reclaiming the Magic of Spontaneous Expression which I picked up at Nature Care College in Sydney. It was while I was doing the Wild At Heart Course, which in reflection changed the direction of my path.

it was in that book that I was told I could paint for the joy, for the expression of any image I wanted. I remember the magic of reading the words and starting to make images and it was like someone had given me an incredible permission to create for no other reason other than my personal need. Michele gave back to me what studying art for the HSC at school had taken away. Making art at school gave me so much joy I could work all night and not feel it but my teacher was so negative about what I did that it really broke the confidence that I had my creating. 'Amanda is an enthusiastic student but I just don't like what she does' a comment to my parents. I remember my Mum asking me why I wanted to continue with the lack of support from my teacher. I responded with it is the one thing I love doing and studying I don't want to give it away. I did art for my HSC and despite my teacher when i got marked externally I did very well. But after that I gave it away for many years, I would tinker but nothing really. I had made a decision to get a business degree and my art slipped away.

Michele Cassou's book brought it back to me. I was 24 and I started studying counselling knowing I really wanted to work with people or somehow just knowing I wanted something different something more me...and the painting came back. First it was sheets of different colours then I started doing more and more. It is now nearly 8 years later and I paint nearly every day it has taken that many years to truly recognise and realise how much I need to paint and create. I feel incredibly satisfied with life when I paint, joy, happiness and a general calm.


photo: the only photo from my Paris painting dream

i always had a dream that I would do a attend one of her courses and 2 years ago I did. In Paris I was with one of her teachers in an apartment in Paris and it was wonderful. I have taken many more courses since then that are more about technique. Michele Cassou is all about process. Something very special and different. I go through the phases where I forget her amazing gift.


photo: favourite painting this week
This week I discovered her CDs that I ordered last year when I splashed out. I now have hours of her voice reminding me of her magic, her wisdom and the gift of spontaneous images of allowing what your instinct is telling you. Truly being natural! I have been listening to her on the tube, train and as I walk around London. It has brought me back to what is important to me. It gives me courage when I don't find it easy, it conflicts with every concept of 'art' in this contemporary world. But then I am rewarded with paintings that have a beauty of something I can't imagine.

for the love of Michele Cassou.

love for the 3 day weekend

this long weekend has been a respite from the world of work and crazy long life sapping hours. I have had fun with friends, spoken to my peeps in Aus, visited the tate to see Richard Long, slept, eaten too much good food, watched amazing dinosaurs, read the paper and spent many hours creating. I feel full again and a sense calm has returned, hopefully I won't return to my grumpy self that has visited in the last little while. I even have a tidy and organised studio that is open to million creative possibilities, this excites me greatly.

i have spent many hours this weekend exploring my digital tablet and photoshop and making images electronically it has been very satisfying manipulating my own drawings, sketches and photographs and bringing them together.

included is an image that has come from a head on collision with an issue that is bothering me at the moment, babies and people talking to me about it. I know something is up for me about it not sure what it is yet but I created an image that starts to explore it. The burning stuff is in my unconscious waiting to spill out so I have given it a place to do it. I don't know what it means it just is.




the 3 days are over, so back to work and my day job
x

embracing what you don't like

i shared in post the other day that I don't like how flowers keep turning up in my paintings. It started after I read Margaret Olley's autobiography (which I loved, an australian painter). So Sunday without any caution I embraced what I don't like and just painted and here is what came out.



i am putting it out into the world. I don't want to be someone who paints flowers but then sometimes what we resist becomes bigger. So I am not resisting anymore.


so then my dislike for what feels like teenage self involvement started to be brought out in my painting.



you can't help but laugh, who knows where I will go now.

my room

this week work has sucked the life out of me and I am very happy to be sitting here on Saturday morning inspired by the 3days of weekend that stretch in front of me, time in my own space. Last night started with Jasper's birthday at a french restaurant in soho and now I wake make myself a a good coffee and be in my room

the place I live now in London is the first time I have ever had a dedicated space to making, my very own room that lives and breathes me. It has my lovely mac photos of my lovely peeps that live near and faraway, postcards of art that inspires, piles of books I am using for reference at current time........and at the moment stacks of paintings and materials out and about from some frenzied making last weekend. Looking at the photo Lawrence took last weekend while I was painting I realised how crazy it is right now. (I have also included some photos when it was fresh and new!) So today it is time for a organise while I move into the next phase. I start my fine arts course in 2 weeks and new phase

anyway first step, sort out my lovely space maybe put some news works out in the apartment do some reviewing and then clear the decks. Maybe even take all photos down and print some new photos of my peeps. It is my birthday soon so I guess I am starting to think of how this new age will be different, what do I want it to be full of ? Is there stuff I am currently doing that I would like to change to a new place and new habit.

so many big questions at the moment. What is art? What do I want mine to be about? Is it personal expression of my own dilemmas or the stuff that bothers me from the big bad world? I have much to say about so much, where do I begin. I don't want to be a just smart intelligent art for the educated... I have had a flash...I am going to start creating a wall of what i want it to be.... I will keep you posted.

p.s did I say I love+love my room, it is white with a skylight full of sun when London smiles. The only thingI dream of adding is a big arm chair for reading and contemplating.