Friday, September 30, 2016

The Burton Blog Bash... just because I want to :)

OK, yes it's been a while, and YES I HAVE MISSED YOU... hehe

So I'm Back, From Outer Space (Oh crappola has anyone else now got Gloria Gaynor appearing in their mental feedback?) Just kidding... virtual space, really just hibernating as I tend to do, us cave dwellers need some treats left out to entice us back into blog land, and nothing could be sweeter or more delicious than the devilish dynamic duo of Emma (Little Gothic Horrors) and Holly (Holly's Horrorland) who are celebrating (get your homemade foil alien & alliteration protection hats on)... the Burton Blog Bash!

Sooooo... I was thinking about Timmy's latest movie (well I fell in love with Mr Burton so long ago I feel I can call that creative darling something a little more intimate) his movie (by the way I hope to see on the weekend)... 'Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children'. When out of the blue it struck me... perhaps because I was stalking Emma's blog (don't tell her), I thought... what about the 'original' peculiar children, Wednesday & her sibling Pugsley birthed into the world by Charles Addams???

Then serendipity thrushed (is that a word or a venereal disease?) anyway exposed let's say, on my facebook feed, a post of a new 'Burton Bar' in New York while I was procrastinating in creative contemplation... and I thought, YES... This is where grown up Pugsley could now find a job, and sweet Wednesday could sip her chosen poison and insult other patrons until she slid so low on her bar stool only the ends of her plaits would remain in sight...

I loved those 2... and they so SHOULD have been in a Burton film... but now... the peculiar adults, have a sanctuary in New York.


Truthfully I have NO idea how a toilet roll seems to appear in most my photos... soz, just realised :/


So yes, so happy to have been invited... now off to check other 'Bash' participants, and, well maybe pour a glass of something red ;) Have a peculiar weekend my loves x

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Use your Big words if possible...

I often have a problem with 'words' not only am I extremely 'spelling' challenged, my pronounciation (frag I spelt that wrong) often sees me using small words (like you guessed it... those of the 4 letter variety)... anyway... I have been language deserted of late, and it has kept me from partaking to the max in my Wicked darlin' Magaly's Dark Poetry extravaganza... then I remembered something, a 'loophole' if you like... Ms Wicked stated us verbally inadequate (& Chihuahua tamers) could "create art based on the prompts, just add a bit of poetry to it"... sooooo, I am just going to 'wing it' and throw in some prompt related art... and think of a poetic word or two on the fly... soz in advance, but in catchup mode...

Idiots Herding the Blind...


















Blind fools that seek knowledge what lipliner a Kardasian wears yet no interest in politics, seduced & gullible, empty headed they hand their children and earth as fodder to the elite to use in wealth creation for those born for greater things... all the while watching reality TV pumped out by media barons, with delusions that they to can have it all, the good life, equality, if only, if only they get that lipliner. 
Stupid majority emptiness fed
While overseers bleed them... dead.

The Poesy of Side Effects
















Swallow it, you can sleep, smile, fly
Swallow it, you can change, or die.

Let's Haibun her a tale
Well a poetic image response to a visual prompt...
Eyes half closed, memories of past and vision of now, madonna's fleshy cage, protector of bouquets releases her seeds.

Of Peculiar Fun & Me.  
I entertain myself, inside my head, 
I visit the night creatures, sometimes with dread
Nothing's impossible, it's peculiar fun
and keeps me indoors out of the sun.

Legendary Beings in Love
Fell in love, my beautiful Kong
your lover left you, without a so long.

On her Day Gaia Wails
Well, this artwork I did a few years ago... I called it "Who will sing for the Children" & I would like to share it for Day 10 with a few words from the point of view from Gaia... 
 

I gave you paradise & you fu@ked it all.

Guess Gaia resorts to small words too ;)
OK...
Thanks for visiting dudes and please check out the inspired posts of the talented participants taking part in the 'Dark Poetry' extravaganza  ;)

Thursday, April 14, 2016

BE-LATED BIRTHDAY DIRGE - Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 2)

Embarrassingly late, first I needed to research what a 'dirge' was... I had thought it was something soft & brown you wiped off your shoe before walking it through the house, but instead it proved much harder (& more colourful) than I originally thought... This is dedicated to Wicked Magaly who is running this incredible month of 'Dark Poetry' and a most forgiving friend.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (cheer) HAPPY BIRTHDAY (jeer)
Youth has dissipated, each year she's wiser and older
Grey hairs & time ages, no matter, on she will soldier
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (slash) HAPPY BIRTHDAY (bash)
Mango juice guzzled from goblets, toasting gluttony (of approved foods) to the max,
The candle lit Dominion Cake now swims in wax
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (chew) HAPPY BIRTHDAY (spew)
Gifts of moon daisies, green frogs for her brew,
Let's all raise our hammers and sing Magaly her due
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (cheer) HAPPY BIRTHDAY (jeer)

In the tradition of the Viking Dirge...
as the moon rose and the partiers fell...
It is time now, to bid you farewell ;)

Sunday, April 3, 2016

SECRET GARDEN – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 1)

So I'm late... BUT... I looked it up... it still is the 2nd of April somewhere in the world, but a little past midnight in NY & freaking Sunday arvo in Coolum... ahh well, no excuses... I'm late & I shall save my excuses for another time ;)

So, I semi remember how to blog...

1. Pour a glass of red wine

2... Well, the rest is unimportant, you are here, I am here & I am joining in Magaly's 'Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month 2016' along with a heap of writers & those that want to weave prompts into their art, craft & training of small animals (yes absolutely all are welcome)...

OK... So an art/poem to share, containing 1 of the 9 lines offered by T.S.Eliot as a prompt (spoiler alert, it's the FIRST line) Also just because I'm totally chuffed to be part of this, I'll give you the heads up, go visit the other dudes partaking, Look, don't tell them I said, but they actually really can write, I really train small animals, my flea circus is a sight to behold ;) Now on with the show...

"Secret Garden"

"That corpse you planted last year in your garden"
Deep down with discarded hope,
That soulless relic of a vessel you drained...
Will it kiss the full moonlit night soon?
Or, will the soils you prepared, to embrace and cradle your sin
Birth a field of putrid carrion?
Down, way down, down,
Deep down in your Secret Garden?




Sunday, February 14, 2016

Holly's Fifth Annual Vampire's Day Soiree celebration!

Holly B. Strange at HollysHorrorLand is having her Annual 'Vampire's Day Soiree' & along with Ayala Art's 29 Faces (which I am joining very LATE today but with hopes of sprinting to the finish line) I have decided to blog for the first time since NOVEMBER! Mmmmm, too much work and no art and whambam it's Bloody Valentine's Day :/

Well obviously I love all the soppy crappola sweetness and showiness of public affection, as well as pillaging fields of rose buds before they get a chance to bloom to retail at double the usual cost, and the one size fits all indulgence in anything chocolate dipped, coated, & for those not into chocolate, heart shaped boxes of edible undies that those truly in love present each other... all celebrating a poor bugger that was beheaded for his belief, his love, of his god, and after his exhumed body parts were divided up & spread throughout churches all over the world.

So I remembered a quote that I hated when I first heard it (because I thought you should always say 'sorry' even actually when sometimes you weren't sorry, or if it wasn't your fault) but came to understand as I left childhood behind & found a sense of maturity that comes with age...

"Love means never having to say you're sorry"

So in celebrating the true meaning of love, and realising love can suck you dry... and sometimes doesn't even give a toss about saying 'sorry', I wanted to create a piece of art for February 14, some celebrate it as Valentine's Day, others as Holly's Vampire's Day Soiree so I hope I have combined both, in my (slightly twisted) themed artwork... (which I am also counting as 1 of my 29 Faces in Feb)...
"Love means never having to say you're sorry"... especially if you are a bloodsucker...


Hush little baby... (detail)

Not Sorry... (detail)
Happy day, whatever you celebrate, and thank you for calling by here & visiting my Feb 14th post Party Post... now I am off to see Deadpool and then I shall sneak by later & visit all the party participants, & of course play 29 Faces catch-up  :)

Friday, November 20, 2015

Paint Party Friday & Getting Tubed

I was chatting with my babe Memphis who's home from university, we were talking about stress, I believe the more we multi-task, the more we take on, the more we need to unwind (I choose art as my de-stress 1st choice, vino a close second)... ANYWAY... with no time to 'unwind' due to lectures/tutorials major assignments/essay deadlines (now cosplay outfits to make)... she hadn't time to 'chill' as she normally would by immersing herself in a late night video game... she compared her situation of having to be 'on top of things' with a past Sims game she played as a teen... in Sims reality, things were fine, she had duplicated our family in this virtual reality program, then for some reason, she didn't play for a few weeks, came back & Big F (dad) had gone off one day and not returned, I had lost my job, and her sister Trinity had given birth to a vampire baby named Paulette... see mum, she said thoughtfully, things can spiral out of control pretty fast if you leave your post... 
Soo true... But let's take a few minutes off, because it's FRIDAY (woo-freakin-hoo) yes Paint Party Friday, & I although I don't have long to chat (as after our mother/daughter talk, I am now filled with dread that if I don't keep up with my heavy workload, I will one day be an abandoned unemployed grandmother with a vampire granddaughter severely adding to my stress levels)...
So for just a bit, let's chat art (although that future vampire grandchild is never far from my thoughts)...
I have just started a Youtube Channel... (insert polite applause here haha)... Many (many) years ago in New York, not only did I eat the BEST cherry pie in Soho (yes I'm a big Twin Peaks fan) absorb dumplings from 'the BEST' dumpling house in Chinatown (it said so on the chalkboard outside) I also got to ferry over to Liberty Island and stood in awe of the great BESTEST babe herself... Big F & I climbed right up into her head & looked out the windows in the crown, not the greatest for my claustrophobic tendencies but a memorable experience & breath-taking view... A prompt from Martha at Ayala Art (& 29 Faces) had me thinking about this, and how much the 'real' world has changed, it's not just virtual ones that can change so rapidly, so, I couldn't help but take up the challenge to draw/paint Liberty's face & if you want to check out my rookies attempt at capturing it on video please feel free (it goes for 3.5 minutes) ;)
















Also there is my first experiment in chaos & paint on my Youtube site... it goes 30 minutes, it is a bit well (dare I say) UN-PROFESSIONAL... but if you are doing nothing on the treadmill please give it a go, oh & I haven't figured out the 'How to Subscribe' do-hickies & thingies yet to attach to my posts, but yeah, love you to subscribe, if you want to & know how ;)















That's it fellow bloggers & PPF enthusiasts except one thing... a BIG thank you as always to the Paint Party Friday hosts Eva & Kristin! Now have the BEST weekend ya-all x




Saturday, October 17, 2015

Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances...

I have missed so much school, the sports carnival, I was looking forward to getting a few more blue ribbons, oh well, I hope I am able to get better in time to compete in the swim carnival, I love swimming, butterfly and backstroke the most, last carnival I let my best friend Erica beat me in the finals, her mother came up to us just before the race, she said she would kill her if she didn't beat me in backstroke, I got upset, so did Erica, we trained together, swimming side by side, we took home 1st & 2nd in that race, my parents were proud of me, I thought they may have been disappointed I let my friend win, no they said, we are disappointed in her mother.

I have had a lot of time to think, thinking I want to be a sports teacher, or a teacher, or maybe nurse... I don't have to decide yet. I love kids haha, my sister Shelle doesn't like them much, mum said it's different when they are your own, then your world orbits them.

Oh a few weeks ago I was allowed back home, Aston's Circus was at Parramatta Park and all the girls from 'Our Lady of Mercy' were going, Sister Edith got Erica and I front seats, it was fun, it looks glamorous, but I could see all the runs and ladders in the trapeze artists sparkly tights, sweat on the lion-tamers face cracks in the clowns makeup, Shelle said you couldn't see it from further back.

This week hasn't been my best, I've been so tired, but tonight I feel better, I was really angry and scared yesterday because Father Scott gave me 'last rites' I told him I didn't need them, but he said it was to give me strength, so guess that's ok...

My nails are so long now, I used to bite them, they were awful, but Diane one of the nurses always paints them, 'frosted amber' at the moment, I love my new nails, and my hair is now growing back, everyone thinks it suits me, I like it, it is thick and has a curl.

Hey did I say? My oldest sister has a boyfriend, us other siblings liked to sneak down & spy on them kissing in the TV room after we were supposed to have gone to bed... I'm 15 years old now, never been kissed... Shelle says a girl at school said you can practice kissing with an orange, I want to learn piano when I go back to school, but not with cranky old Sister Pascal, she hit me across the knuckles when I missed a note, I packed up my music book & put down the piano lid after that lesson, she said she didn't believe I never got hit at home & I told her none of my family hits anyone & left the room. 

I miss the pranks we got up to back home, squirting doorbells, invisible ink, the funny woopee cushion slipped under a pillow waiting for a guest to sit on & seeing them go bright red when it farted... and the pretend competition dancing nights... 1, 2 chachacha...

Tonight I was hungry, and all the family were here, even dad, he got out from hospital last week, the guys walked to the shop and bought take-away hot chips, I only had 3 or 4, dad has been home with my sisters and brother, helping Grandma look after the house and kids, he said apparently she nearly killed everyone the other night, she got the cayenne pepper and chicken stock mixed up when she was cooking the mince hahaha, everyone laughs and hugs each other, we are family. My other little brother is here in hospital with me, we are in the same room, he is so small, and white... He got sick the same time as me, he doesn't sleep in his bed though, the doctors bought in an old lounge chair, mum sits all night, and my little brother sleeps on her, it is good my mum stays with us, during the day she goes visits my dad when he is in hospital, but now he is discharged she stays with us, and everyone comes here to visit, it is late, the family have just left, I so want us to go home with them, I told mum tomorrow I will sit in the sun, outside our hospital room, and when I am stronger, and my brother is ok, we will all go home.

Witches in Fiction 2015 'Death Rites and Remembrances' is hosted by my friend Magaly Guerrero and her celebration of those we honour through stories, art & memories is why I wanted to share a small part of my sister Bernice's life. She died that night, and to this day, I swear she was in the car and travelled home with us, her presence so strong, I was 17 and pulled over the car over because I knew someone was in the back seat, we did not find out until the phone rang when we walked in the door back home that she had died just after we left.

 "Home"



Detail "Home"

Please enter Magaly's give away of my artwork & so many other goodies donated by the talented & generous bloggers taking part in this celebration by commenting on posts listed here & adding "Magaly, do throw my name into your witchy cauldron!" Much love to those celebrating & remembering all who touched our lives & were taken away too soon.

Monday, September 21, 2015

29 Faces in September... Days 12, 13, 14, 15

It was a long week, I hadn't won Lotto (AGAIN) & sat chained to my computer slowly churning out job after job that 'almost' pays bills, eating too much bread & cheese, and because I realised I 'should', throwing myself on my old rusted treadmill that seems to groan more than I, each time I step on her, wondering if her loud high pitched 'squeals' as I start her up are mistaken for early morning lovers by people who are walking their dogs on the road below, I get ready to start the day... TV remote control in hand to get my fix of vomit worthy political back-stabbing or back-slapping news depending on the previous days events, Ipad perched between 'calories lost' & 'kilometres walked', so I can access other entertainment & check Facebook updates, my phone within reach atop a pile of washing (reminiscent of the empire state building) in the laundry basket beside me, switched on incase my girls ring, or there has been a shark attack at the local beach where Big F goes surfing each day... I take a big breath, realise I am exhausted already, but made it right through to Friday afternoon before THIS happened...
 Big F had realised that it was FRIDAY, it was after 5pm & we had nothing (as in vino) to have with our traditional 'Friday Night Cheese-plate, Downloaded (of course it's NOT a pirate) Movie & Wine Night'... It was fast, it was stupid it was a BIG F-up. He raced downstairs, jumped in the car (we live on the side of a hill with a driveway so steep it could be classed as vertical) whipped it into reverse, realised he should grab his glasses to read wine labels, jumped out & the car took off through 2 trees, across the neighbours property & did a spectacular (think Russian Olympic gymnast) double flip & perfect side landing on the street below.

I raced out onto our deck in time to see Big F running down the driveway after it, nimbly jumping what was left of the native trees waving his hands like he was some F-ing wizard that would be able to freeze the car before it landed, smashing panels, windshield, ripping exhaust pipe, & mudguards off on the way.

Now for the Faces, getting there, s l o w l y (unlike the sad & costly descent of the Jackaroo)...
Day 12 - Dog Boy

Day 13 - Dream On

Day 14 - Cry Me a River

Day 15 - Yesterday's News






















Still plugging away at the 29 Faces in September Challenge thanks again to Martha at AyalaArt for hosting the marathon, and now if you excuse me, I need to go walk to the shops to get some bread ;)




Monday, September 14, 2015

29 Faces in September - Day 10, Day 11

Sorry, (if you hate politics or LOVE PM Abbott, skip down to next paragraph) OK... those left, well I warned you... I am sooo listening to politics same time as writing this post, distracted (SORRY) the man who laughed heartedly at the joke of having water lapping at the doors and wiping out our neighbours on the Pacific Islands (because his lack of action on climate change seems to be assisting this outcome) has been challenged for leadership, front stabbing, not back stabbed by one of his own ministers... OK exciting times in politics in Australia, PM Tony Abbott had way too many nasty captain's calls & kicking the Aussie people in the guts, crippling families with job cuts, unemployment sky-rocketing, almost doubling deficit in 2 years, bringing back knighthoods, cuts to services, pensions, cutting shelters while domestic violence out of control & women dying & countless abused every week as they are turned away, saying the indigenous make a 'lifestyle' choice by staying on their ancestral land & that gives the government a right to cut them off from roads, supplies, support, trying to privatise higher education so only the wealthy will see their children get opportunities it can bring, bombing Syria when a few weeks ago they couldn't drop food for refuges because they said terrorists may be there & take it (so unaware of civilians whereabouts), a xenophobe, homophobe, misogynist selling out Australia to be pillaged & mined by big foreign corporations, handing out 457 visas, so any jobs irregardless of an Australians qualifications or training will now be handed to foreign workers... having his daughter sit in a Sydney harbour-side tax-payer funded mansion paying $250 a week when it is more likely to be rented at $7000 a week on the open market...

ANYWAY... although Australia has been buggered by a monarchist with dubious papers to even be PM (that is a whole other story, as well as him munching raw onions with skin on) Australia is a pretty cool place (we ain't fond of politicians though)... This morning after I dropped off my babe Memphis at our nearest train station (half hour away at Nambour) for her trek back to university, I drove through the beautiful cane fields & dropped by our beach & watched Big F get a few waves.
Then I went on back to the driftwood palace...

& did some early morning catch-up for 29 Faces in September...
Day 10 - Alone (in sketchbook with acrylics)

& Day 11 - In the Pink


Well, look, sorry about the politics, but I believe all people should get a 'fair go' regardless of wealth, I believe we need to look after our earth so there are resources for our children, and look after our old who have paid taxes all their life, and our sick, our homeless, indigenous that have shared this amazing land with 'new' Australians, I believe in supporting the retrenched until find employment... and I believe money may buy the best houses (& that's ok) but all deserve the opportunity of a good education, as intelligence & talent ain't reserved for those that are born with the richest parents ;)

Sunday, September 13, 2015

29 Faces in September - Day 8, Day 9

Day 8 - Breathless
Day 8 - I asked my Big F what face I should do... he said 'underwater', when I asked my babe Memphis visiting home this weekend (also doing the 29 Faces Challenge, but pesky university essays taking up bulk chunks of drawing time) what I should call this, she said 'gulp' which I hope means it has captured the 'underwater' feel ;) so still on that path, but thinking 'breathless' as final title for Day 8... Limited Palette again - Banana Leaf green & Cyan (with carbon black & white) acrylic in my sketchbook.



Day 8 - Ethan
Ethan is a character from a HUGE tale, he is 14 years old with a mega back story, the story may one day be a manga/anime/card game (it should be) & I have been privvy to it's birth and development & often found myself sketching/painting one of babe Memphis' creations in a style half way between manga & well, god know what... and as I picked up my pencil today, I wanted to try something using my pastels, I now am covered in pastel powder, those little suckers spread pigment dust like nothing else, next time I use them I will not wear black ;)


Friday, September 11, 2015

29 Faces (well 6 & 7 from a slacker) & WOOHOO it's P.P-FRIDAY

Joining for a record SECOND TIME this month (call the Guinness Book of Records)... I am posting in Paint Party Friday (with the sweeties Eva & Kristin as hosting) which ALSO overlaps with my still in, but puffing & falling swiftly behind like a 3 legged racehorse in the Melbourne Cup, the AWESOME '29 Faces in September' Challenge... hosted by the ever energetic Martha (AyalaArt)... My sweetie Memphis (MangaMem) is also in the Challenge & texts me in-between lectures at uni while standing inline at the Dumpling House with touching mother daughter texts such as "DO A FACE..."
Mmmm, short & sweet ;) So yes 2 more below, & Memphis is home for the weekend, so expect MORE Faces from yours truly as she takes time out from her essay writing to force me to my art desk to catch up (if only I wasn't so easily distracted), & don't forget, not too late to join 29 Faces, all levels welcome!

Day 6 "Pretty in Pink"





























Day 7 "Deer Me"
MangaMem suggested a limited palette & I loved working with black, white, emerald green & a beige...





























...there was to be a small bird perched nibbling at a spider in it's web spun on sprouted horns, but it remains the ghost of an idea, just pencil whispers remain.
Thanks for dropping by & let's have a creative weekend all!


Monday, September 7, 2015

29 Faces in September... 4 & 5

Crappola, is it possible to fall behind so quickly(?) yeah, sure is, but still having fun & going to blame celebrating Father's Day with my babes and way too much YumCha in BrisVegas as my excuse ;)
Day 4 & Day 5 are both in charcoal & white gesso on ripped/pasted/embossed papers with Day 5 getting a splash of blood red acrylic.
Day 4 'Before'

Day 5 'Gaijin Geisha'