Everything is perfect now

Everything is perfect now
I dont want to make a movement
I'm too scared to breathe; I might do something wrong
As you're sleeping silently
Perfect beauty laid before me
I feel every second is a life time long

I have restored my faith in the human race. I have returned from Melbourne, accomplished flying across country with awkward boxes to find places I feel I know but I've never been before. My second interview is over and now everything is perfect. I have discovered something fundamental...People are nice, unbelievably so. All these years I have been afraid of them, half suspected someone to steal my handbag or push me into the pavement. This is not so.
And to the rumble of thunder and green light of the dying sun, I shall retire to my Islamic print dona cover and curl up with a book. A luxury I have been deprived of for far too long.

The Meaning

'All I want to be is someone who creates truly meaningful things.'

My ambition is to be an artist, not a famous artist, not a particularly wealthy artist but someone who creates images for a living. Someone that can capture an emotion or personal narrative so perfectly that viewer is transported to a different place. Painting and colour represent the magic in my life. I'm following my dream and I don't particularly mind if I go insane or end up homeless and creating chalk drawings on the pavement. I have much to learn and all I can do is hope that I am given the opportunity to do so.

Melting Icemen

On the steps of Berlin artist Azevedo's installation melted in the midday sun. One thousand little men ice sculptures. A poignant statement and moving image.
'beautiful contemporary art' does exist.

Audrey Imitations

New dress. Feeling a bit Audrey.

We'll make better mistakes tomorrow

'Missing Part 2', oil on plywood.

The Leopard.
Entertained by the fire jumper, we watched the burning embers.
You smiled, but not at me.
Strange creatures emerged from the night.
A different light gathered around them and in the sky.

You said you knew me.
But I don't know anyone.
Not sure where it's all going, or how to feel.
Tell me what you want me to say.
It's all just words you said.
and then nothing.
nothing.
Do something drastic and perhaps I'll meet you halfway?

Missing

Ate dinner down a stolen alley, tangled with fairy lights.
Acoustic tones and the murmur of conversation followed me through the tunnel.
I walked St Kilda, it was dusk and Luna park stood white against the water.
The path smelt like wine.
Someone was missing?

Melbourne you were great

I came. I saw. I conquered.
Perhaps conquered wasn't the right word, exactly.
You see my trip to Melbourne, although fleeting, had been staring at me like an ugly dark smudge for months. It was my VCA art interview. The 20mins that would change my life forever. I was momentarily blinded to the beauty of my favourite city, clouded from overwhelming anxiety and stress. It's hard to know,what to say,. what to do, where to go. First times are never easy. And frankly at one stage I wanted to bolt, or throw myself of the balcony of our 16th floor.In the waiting room, I was comforted by a young male. Such a character, chatted and talked to everyone in the room. I think the moment my tummy settled was when I saw the difficulty everyone was having with their awkward sized canvases and portfolio's, parchments of paper flying and sculptures precariously sticking out of buckets or boxes. I was like them. They were like me, scared shitless and weighted under over sized packages. And it was then I began to breathe. It wasn't so bad. The panel was nice. And all in a whirlwind of colour and fairy lights, I find myself back in the 'not so cultured and vibrant' sunshine coast.

Sweetest Downfall

The apparition of these faces in the crowd

Petals on a wet, black bough

I met you at the Bloodbank

Bon Iver, how is it you know my heart so well?
Your melody touches a cord I didn't know exist.
That secret we know, that we don't know how to tell.
Nearing the end of My 'Oh So Sunny' University Adventure... Friday, please come quickly.
I'm reminiscing of my paintbrush and the times we had.
Enclosed is an old self portrait and recent sketch,
can't wait to meet you on the other side of tomorrow.

The Scream

To put it succinctly.