Thursday, August 26, 2010

Open your doors and pull up your draws

My art school's open day is coming up, so in celebration of it I was forced to make a special colour issue of the student society's zine. What joy.

Here is the front cover as it will be printed:

And here is the cover as I'd rather it be, without that pesky (yet somewhat necessary, or so I'm told) magazine title:

Boo! Hiss!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Dun dun, da da dun, dun dun da da dun

It's feeling a bit too '05 for my liking right now.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Doodles from many tower'd Camelot

A beautiful, pocket-sized paperback published in 1945 I bought the other day, not for the text but for its former owner's sketches in the margins.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Kitsch is king

I'm allowed to be horrendous when it's a souvenir, right?

I screened this T-shirt for a friend who was on exchange at our uni for one short, short semester.

The design's based on a poster for Resch's Draught, his favourite beer at the local pub, and his last name is "Reach"... soyeah. Ineloquent explanations and stuff.

Also here are some screened, sewn, stuffed badges. Hopefully I'll get around to doing more of this kind of thing soonish.

Friends from the Threadolithic

Some screen'd and sewn pals. They will have others joining them soon, I hope.

Man, the poor lighting was doing mad things to these photos.

Lost and Found: A true tale

Once upon a time there was a girl called Oscar who had not seen her friend Rui for quite some time.

One day she was in her university studio looking at the notice board when she heard a voice behind her.

"So Meg," said the voice (for 'Meg' was Oscar's other name), "I heard you were lost".

"Huh? I'm not lost. Crazy second year student to talk such nonsense!" thought Oscar, and turned back to the notice board where a poster was pinned.
Suddenly she stepped back in shock, for she realised this wasn't just any poster, it was a poster of her!

"I'M LOST" the poster proclaimed on the top in big letters, below which was a very unflattering photo, below which was more text which read "I like watching wrestling. My name is Meg but I like being called Oscar. I saw my owner 2 weeks ago at DedSp_ce. I miss her! CAN YOU PLEASE CALL HER AND HELP ME GET HOME. Contact Rotten Rui."

Oscar thought this was kind of cute and went to the cafe, where she found another poster.
Then to the ceramics studio where she found another.
Then to the bathroom where she found yet another!

It seemed like wherever she went she saw Rui's poster.
Now Oscar was kind of embarrassed.

"So, you're lost. And you like wrestling," said people to Oscar on two separate occasions, but with the same wry smile.

Now Oscar was really embarrassed.

"Is that now heavily defaced poster on the door your artwork?" asked someone else.

Now Oscar was quite annoyed.

So annoyed she made posters of her own and stuck them over Rui's ones.

"My name's Rotten Rui. I'm going to disappear soon. The circumstances will be suspicious. But it'll be passed off as manslaughter," they read.


That evening Oscar saw Rui at an exhibition opening.

"Hi!" said Rui.

"I'm going to kill you", said Oscar.

And she did.

The End.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Oh sleep, you are a fickle friend indeed

It's something to two in the morning and I am bored. Maybe a hideously dull autobiographical post'll spice up the evening, yeah!

I drew this earlier in the day in response to an exceedingly long-winded TV election ad from the Liberal party (there was speech from just about every member of the shadow cabinet, I swear). The federal election's next saturday and the pollies are panic-stricken, the pundits pedantic and the public punished with propaganda.

(As a slightly embarrassing side note this drawing is already online elsewhere. )

I'm actually quite nervous about the election. The propaganda campaign of the conservative Liberal Party, who I don't support, is so much more effective than that of other groups. At the most basic, they have concise, simple, visually engaging statements of smear on a dark background, unburdened by silly things like statistics and citations to support them, and at the most complex freakin' half hour comprehensive summaries of projected plans of action should they be elected, interspersed with flawlessly integrated moralistic/fear based imagery that is so effective at turning opinion. On top of this, their television advertisements appear more frequently and are carefully selected to coincide with their target markets' viewing habits, I'm sure (bullet point-style attack ads during the Simpsons, long-winded ads before the news on the ABC etc.)

That's not to say the opposing Labor Party/trade union groups/whatever aren't trying to be just as manipulative, it's just that, through clever design and maximum primetime exposure, the Libs are doing it so much better.

I've got my fingers crossed that those individuals residing in swinging seats have enough discretion to see through the bullshit (on both sides), and make up their own damn minds rather than taking all this rubbish being crammed down their throats at face value. I'm not holding my breath though; when it comes to elections people don't seem to have memory beyond the past month. Recent bribes sit more prominently in minds than histories of political performance, small picture deals win out over big.

Shit that was a lot of text.

Here, have some cookies. I just made them. (No, really.)

I decided to try out that cliche low aperture food photography thing.

Yeah, how'd you like that, blogosphere? Feel your knees begin to buckle under the photos-of-food-really-close-up-in-soft-lighting glut.

You like that, don't you?


Sunday, August 15, 2010

Another one of those nights

Of dreams that make waking life feel like a total rip off, filling your mind with images and sensations you want to preserve but can't.

Freakin' subconscious. Freakin' observer bias. Freakin' real world and its lack of bellicose lichen boars.

Here, have a student newsletter cover.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Sick of pop up ads?

How about some pop up mailart instead?

The hills are alive, fuckers.
It's for the same thing as before - more details are here.

Monday, August 9, 2010

House of whacks

Paraffin wax to be exact.

Wax sucks.

So do puns. I'm sorry.

"No-one wants to be in The Biennale of Boring Artists, do they?"

No, Adam, no they don't. Unless it's for the irony.

On an unrelated note here is a partner piece to this, both of which were made last semester for uni.

A piece of looped, black and white surveillance-esque footage of walking figures was played onscreen, distorted by a small lens attached to the end of the inverted pyramid (the black bit).

Ostensibly this referenced the correlation between physical distance, recognition and empathy, but really it was more about "ARGH WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? IT'S ALMOST THE END OF SEMESTER AND I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH WORK!"

A sophisicated practice have I.