Sunday, January 29, 2012


Just look at this one with its nipple spout.
$3 from an op-shop. Money well spent.

Speaking of breasts, here's some food.
Poached dill fish with walnut oil mash and mustard veggies & zucchini concoction and grilled polenta for work. 

Stuffed mushrooms and potato and onion tarte tartin & the same plated up with marinated chicken and salad.

 Improvised kofta with rice salad.

I haven't been cooking as much as I'd like to lately. I blame work. Being in an office four out of seven days a week is beginning to leave me feeling terribly drained at the end of each day and I fear slipping into office workerness a little bit. I don't think anyone I work with wants to be there, even the execs, and I'd like to find time to start doing something I actually enjoy, as a full-time life thing, so I don't end up grudgingly devoted to something that I don't value like so many of the people around me.  So tell me if I start talking about wanting a desk calendar or crappy office pranks. Please.

I'm running out of titles for these posts that are really about nothing

It's an unfortunate side effect of my compulsive photo taking. For as long as this blog exists these sorts of posts will always be here to make your day a little bit more boring. I'm sorry.

Anyway, a little while back I predicted this to be a summer of spider and roof photography. A fairly accurate prophecy, it seems, after finding this net casting spider on one of the legs of my desk. The way these guys hold their legs while at rest always intrigued me, but what's even cooler is that when they hunt they hold a sticky net of silk between their front four legs and use it to snare any insects passing by.

 Also my housemate bought some live bloodworms to feed to his fish. Not only are they nutritious, but they're also very good at mimicking an otherworldly flooded forest.

Aaaand a rainbow snapped from our roof. There's been way too much rain this summer. 

Thursday, January 26, 2012


 My housemate's hermit crab died. His name was Cletus* and this is a present in the way of grief counselling.

Also there were flies floating in some party aftermath on our roof. Pretty cool.

*The hermit crab, not my housemate.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Stamp the yard

Linocut with scrap wood handles. A happier way to lose sleep.

I need to clean them up a bit then work on the ink consistency. And my wrist strength. Ouch.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


The album cover for the lovely Edema Ruh, who are not actually quadocular monsters as it may suggest.  Completed late, as usual. (Also possibly subject to change.)


Edit: Now with bonus back cover and inside covers!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

More adventures in outer space

More sketches for my friend's vidya game project, including a fleshing out of the alien monk designs, yet more sexy battle nuns (in questionably anatomically correct poses), a more detailed space demon, the ship's computer and the possessed and sideburn'd commander of a mining ship.

  Also I finally started some of the final linework today! On nice, clean, lineworky paper. Yay!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Like pulling wings off a cicada

 Some wearables - cicada wing earrings (plus wanky 'making of' photo) and bob-omb necklace.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

120 proof roof

Things to do with being on the roof, some old some new.

Look out for my friend with a firework tied to his dick. Fat huntsman spider is unrelated.

 I feel like there is going to be a lot of sunset and spider photography this summer.

Skitchy sketchy

My friend is coordinating a collaborative project that brings together artists, writers and musicians to create the material for games that he'll then program.

As part of this I'm helping with designy type things for "You Don't Know About Space", a game which follows the heroic adventures of a spaceship's crew. Led by Captain Anonymous, a high functioning alcoholic and object of lust for the ship's computer, they race through the galaxy in an attempt to trap an immortal space demon in the body of a kitten, encountering many obstacles on the way. Including militant nuns. Sexy militant nuns.

Here be sketches featuring said demon, said nuns, said space captain, an unsaid space admiral and some angry alien monks. With bonus ASS-teroid.

 Hopefully they will turn into goodness soon.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Vintage vittles

I've had a fascination with vintage food and vintage food photography for a while now, partially, I think, borne of the stacks of 60s and 70s cookbooks left behind by the previous owner of our last house. Seriously odd foods resulting from limited ingredients and misguided trends, coupled with grainy photography and often kitschy ornamentation, create images that can border on the grotesque. It is a phenomenon definitely worthy of emulation.

In light of this, each month I'm going to attempt to further my education in vintage food creation so I can finally fulfill my dream of becoming an oppressed 1960s housewife who ends up in the chair after slipping arsenic into her husband's after-work whiskey.

This month's gastronomic adventures were inspired by this little number I picked up second hand (obviously).
It included guides on creating all of those wonderful decorative pieces that salads of the 60s could not do without, lest you attract the derision of all the other neighbourhood housewives. Unfortunately the instructions rarely came with illustrations, so I found myself improvising a lot.
Cucumber flowers
Radish flower with cucumber base

There were also pages of "moulded salads" - basically all manner of things set in some form of "aspic", a jellyish substance that, though beautiful, should never really see the light of day as food.

See what I mean?


A few bits and pieces that've been collecting dust on my hard drive:

 Some papercraft - a collage and a thankyou card for my uncle and his family who let us stay in his house in Melbourne. It's my state stomping his, because I'm lovely like that.

Another party, another poster. Hip hop kitsch = photoshop fun!

Mah guy standing in front of a light installation at ACMI.

A huntsman and its husk recovering from a hard day of shedding on our roof.