I have a mandala. It’s pink and I bought it for 50 cents when I was 19 in Katmandu. This Mandala is an invitation for the birthday party of a small girl called Gaia. Buon Compleanno!
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Work In Progress. Sometimes you just want to keep it that way forever.
Not that anyone cares - probably not even me.
Just testing this boring b&w negative on watercolour paper. 16 minute exposure, in full sun at 11.30am.
Even when it’s just the school trivia night.
Dating Rules from very reliable sources - my friends.
My Etsy store is about to open. Etsy is an online marketplace for craftpeople and designers. I will be selling hand painted cards, not exactly Hallmark, but alot of fun! It should be ready by the end of the week.
Make sure you bring the champagne.
Happy Birthday… !
Looking to lose something in order to gain something new… two small words change the meaning of everything.
… today. Maybe next week.
Say no more.
…at those f****** trees, but she still can’t find the wood.
Actually, I’m just shy. So I’m posting this Thank You card for all my lovely friends to say thanks for helping me out!
Just looking for one last thing.
Still making the same mistakes.
… tomorrow she might be fixed.
Is almost here.
I wish I could use it other than in a hypothetical situation. It’s just so mean and liberating!
The high road or the low road.
… but they are very new making the world seem as if it were enveloped in a white brightness. And, yes, your eyes are too big for your head (a passing teenager told you so), but they were designed that way, so when the day arrives and your big eyes are adjusted the white will subside, the colour will seep in and your fur will feel different. Your big eyes will be able to open and close as they please, seeing the things you want them to see.
Plan to fail, or is that fail to plan.
No comment.
You win some, you lose some.
That’s an hour of my life painting triangles that I’m not going to get back. Not sure why I chose that colour scheme - it looks like it should be on an 80’s bandeau style bikini that my teenage daughter might wear.
Things that go together in other people’s lives. I’m not anywhere near as interesting.
Unfortunately not in a hotel in Amsterdam… My Mum assures me it has rained for the past 57 years on Sydney’s October long weekend. She knows because she can’t wear the new bikini she buys year in, year out at about the same time. There was nothing new this year.
I’ve been studying teaching English as a second language. This lesson is for me.
I made this card for a friend of a girlfriend. It made her laugh, but the party was unattended and the card undelivered. So here it lives instead - a 50th birthday card going out to whoever you are.
Hand painted wedding invites. Stupid idea when short of time.
Never too late to say it… to someone very important.
To the boy who asked after me when I was crying on the train.
And this one made it past the test. Happy Birthday to my sister. Sorry about the blurry iphone pic. One of these days I will get a proper digital camera.
I was practising making some hand made type.
When they asked me to draw a picture of myself for a job application I knew I would get the job. It just happened to be in 1992 and I never took it. If only… what would I be doing now?
But it wasn’t really… just green.
Not quite happy with this one. It’s not abstract enough and still looks like a leaf. I only get one point for trying!
From the Collective Noun Show ‘A Murder of Crows’ at Gaffa in Surry Hills, Sydney. Apologies about the blurry pic… the iphone has been dropped a few times now.
