hey. I got sick of my old user name (some sort of anogram that I can't remember the meaning of). So, it has finally come to this.....! lemur_pie

I tried to call myself "dangleberry" and "the clap", but apparantly someone else had already thought of it.

Anywho. nothing new. nothing different. add me!!!

-Amy

mood: !!!!

As you can see, Jerry is riding a chariot with his dog Wandi sitting in the back.
Today, I thought I would be irritating Tom by ringing him and hassling him, but instead I got to sound like a bogan on the radio while my fellow TAFE students (made up of mainly ex-cons and sex offenders) were either making animal noises in the background (very clever guys. no really. couldn't have thought of it myself) or were too depressed by the ultimate infinity of the universe in which we live to say anything at all. art students. goddamn.

If I had a hammer, I'd smash Edvard Munch.





that is all.

-Amy

Here are some pictures I drew of myself and Tom HB while I was bored in Cultural Productions earlier in the year..Basically, many of my friends have prefered modes of travel; eg, bus, train, car, velociraptor and so on. So, I thought I would illustrate this, creating one big parade of modern forms of transport...I think it's worth a distinction, don't you?








I should explain, Tom is riding a kurrawong ( a special Chaff-Preventing kurrawong, with a colourful banner reading "FDA"). He's going to Jerry's house, if you can't read my handwriting.
And I am riding a mo' fo' white camel to the art gallery, apparantly.

There are many many more people and animals in this parade...I will add them all later...


...To be continued...






Also, goodbye to Steve Irwin! above photo; Steve Irwin and his sidekick wife, Terri.


-Amy

I have developed a tumor of some sort on one of my eyelids. So, after a visiting the doctor I have been told that I'll have be going into surgery pretty soon, to get it ...disposed of? eh. No idea how they'll do it.

We've had some great times, me and my tumor. The time I thought about lancing it, the time I thought about drawing eyes and a mouth on it, and lets not forget all the numerous spells of paranoia spent in front of the mirror wondering weather or not it was moving around by itself...

Perhaps it's the larvae of one of those African flies.

In further news. I'm shitted off that I seem to have bought a stack of nice paper, simply because it's really nice paper. Never mind that it's pretty much useless unless I develop a taste for watercolours. And I won't.
It's useless to me because it's very thick, heavy and textured. Which is good for watercolours and gouche because it soaks up the water and doesn't buckle. But if I want to draw in any detail with pencils or pastels or something, the thick texture makes it almost impossible to do so.
I'm about to do a series of shitty experiments to see if I can use any of it for drawing anyway. After all, the drawings I'm planning on doing will be a combination of watercolour/gouche and pencil. So I need some sort of middle ground paper. Or something.


.........I chopped my finger a bit while cutting tomatoes on Friday night. owie.

-Amy

mood: hungover

And no, I didn't enjoy it. And NO, I didn't at least feel better for getting some of the work done.
TAFE had an exhibition the other day...last night? That'd be it. Yeah. My paintings got hung right next to the upstairs toilets, which most people would find depressing, or unfair. But I figure that it's better that way, as everyone will see my paintings directly after they have just relieved themselves - The post-toilet high, as they call it.
Also today I caught wind of a new assignment for Drawing General...the old bag wants three full colour still-lifes, on A2 or A1 paper, using "mixed media". For fucks sake. Mixed media? Still Life? A1?!
No.
And she wants us to present it creatively. As in, rather than using paper, it would be novel/creative/intriguing to paint the pictures directly onto my naked body, and present that to the class on the 22nd of September. Or, I could hand in a video of myself methodically eating the completed pictures with my mother's best silverware and a squeeze bottle of brown sauce, with 'The End' by the Doors playing in the background for good measure.
Actually, I'll probably just... Make a paper consetina of people holding hands. I guess.

Other interesting news of today; I found a dead kangaroo on the side of the road (and thought about taking it home, dressing it up in a nice frock and drawing it for my still-life project), and I didn't find Dave at uni. Geeze Dave. Try going to uni sometime. Hippy.

I very much like my new badges which Tom HB made...I can never have enough Tom HB Merchandise.

mood: eeeeeee....!

Oskar pointed out that my course at TAFE, yr 1 diploma fine arts, can be conveniantly abbreiviated to "F'arts".

Just throwing it out there,

-Amy

I can't believe I got a credit at TAFE for writing 'FDA' all over a black and white photo of my face...If anyone had looked at the photo closer, they would have seen that I had also written a small narrative about the adventures of Dave. Far better reading material, I'm sure. The best bit is when he gets salmonella from a kebab 'emporium' in Penrith.

In further matters, I would like to inqure of the world in general why Lucky Oceans has boundless access to CD's from National Geographic, and why he is allowed to play them on Radio National at midnight. This had better be the LAST TIME that I get woken up by the rythmic, trance-like beating of the African Water Drums, accompanied by what could only be the vocal skills of a sexually hungry Yoko Ono.

And another thing! I'm le tired.


-Amy

mood: uh? music: well. Not Lucky Oceans. Bastard.

It's raining and I am very bored.
I'm thinking of putting alot of random monkeys/lemurs/marmosets/tamarins in every picture I paint for TAFE now. Why? eh. who knows. Seems like a bit of a larf.

Listening serenely to the echoing shrieks and swear words of Tom HB and Rosa enjoying a little "Just Friends" spooning in the background of a phone conversation with Jerry last night, it occured to me that everyone in history masturbated. Lenin, Gandhi - EVERYONE. Even Stalin enjoyed the occasional toss in a private room.
Actually, the idea of William Wordsworth wanking in a public toilet is both entertaining and enlightening. I won't even mention the sort of freaky shit that people like Voltaire must have got up to.


...Just throwing it out there.

-Amy (yes, Tom. I made a Tom/Rosa joke. ooohh! Chastise me!)

In the same way that your grandmother always told you never to trust a man with a hat set jauntilly to one side, so too you should never trust a sports car with a number plate reading "4u2nv", also set jauntilly to one side. Wether the driver of this car is very old or very young doesn't matter - the fact is that either way they will most definately have spent thier childhood carefully fashioning thier own terds into the shape of a 1940's locomotive.