Lover, you just hold on.... (the basics)

Art is self and Nature. Its life and Experience. A world without colour is dark and gloomy.
The mind is within the hand and the heart is in the soul. The expression is rather deep and a way to escape the walls that surround. The beauty of confrontation, the journey to completion, blinking your eye to find yourself right at the beginning again.

Art can be derived from religion and culture. But at this time in my life it is about experience and self worth. Venturing towards the art world hanging on to the hope in ones individual mind to find a place in the current times.

Australia is its youth. The next big thing could be you or me or Harry down the street.
Art is Culture and as babies were stilling venturing into the art world.
That in its self is what sets Australian creativity apart.

Welcome

The past or in a Life Time

The past or in a Life Time
Alzheimer’s in the blood

The figure; The mind and its affects on the body. The Role of plaques and tangles, two abnormal structures that are prime suspects in damaging and killing nerve cells. Plaques and Tangles were among the abnormalities that Dr. Alois Alzheimer saw in the brain of Auguste D. Scientists are not sure what role they Plaques and tangles play in Alzheimer’s disease. Most experts believe they somehow block communication among nerve cells and disrupt activities that cells need to survive.

Living through the windows.
Head first into deepwater.
Black and White seems to be a memory... The past..

Alzheimer’s disease is a brain disorder which was first described in 1906. Today we know that Alzheimer’s:
- Is a progressive and fatal brain disease; It destroys the brain cells, causing problems with memory, thinking and behavior severe enough to affect work, lifelong hobbies and social life. Alzheimer’s gets worse over time and is fatal. Today it is the 7th leading cause of death in the U.S.
- Is the most common form of dementia; A general term for the loss of memory and other intellectual abilities serious enough to interfere with daily life. Alzheimer’s disease accounts for 50-70 percent of Dementia cases.
- Has No current Cure.

This work is a memory of the past. The unknown or the familiar, a memory of someone who had no choice but to forget.

I LOVE trees and sound.... In the making

Terry Egan and Mitch ToddRow are the two major influences on my writing.. Not them per-se, but to sit and listen to them play just makes the day a little bit more clearer. A YouTube clip is posted on the sidebar. Not the best video but there will be more in no time! Hopefully. These two young emerging artists, give hope to creativity and the innocence to early mornings.
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It is called ‘Morning’.
A memory of time, light,Sound and life whether it be peaceful or painful, in the early morning.

The use of poetry/writing will be the basis of the story and is only left to be interpreted by its audience. If the writing Is seen as obvious, it’s only as obvious as the minds eye.
Memories, shadows, light and sound will all reside in the carving of the guitar. It’s about life in life and how it passes.

I’m using high fire paper clay. That will be carved almost all over, using washes and oxides to fill in the pieces.I would like to use the neck of a real guitar so it is more a realistic, and only the body has been over taken by my emotions.

The final piece will have a sound recording device on the inside with the obvious The acoustic. Sounds taken from a memory of my early morning.
There are two new pieces of writing to also go with this work, which will be presented in unknown way…..










Board to life

Art is self and Nature. Its life and Experience. A world without colour is dark and gloomy.
The mind is within the hand and the heart is in the soul. The expression is rather deep and a way to escape the walls that surround. The beauty of confrontation, the journey to completion, blinking your eye to find yourself right at the beginning again.

These life size snow boards were something I wanted to do from the beginning. An object that holds memory, tears, laughter, pain, strength and so on. I must admit I had a fortunate up bringing, travelling to Mt Hothom on a yearly basis. So my reasoning and want to create this work fairly obvious. Though my boards aren't perfect, they hold many cracks and breakages as does the family. The family tree. My obsession with trees will never end? Why? I don't know, but I'm happy for it to stay around until I do find out. Maybe iamtree is it! And yes, I don't like capitol letters.

The Boards are made out of earthenware clay and glazes. Though the insanity of it all was the 27 litre press mold that I made!!





Writing one

Imagination, infatuation
Trust and lies and mixed emotions
Hands and toes painted red
Strings and drums
Echo through train express
a mission a journey, a stop in between
They say its not the end
But how you get there that means something
Castles fairy tales, snakes and clowns,
Smeared black lipstick was meant to be that way.
Tone and Rhythm, a simple beat
You laugh and think as you reminisce
(of course those good old dancing feet)
Motion and stillness which ever you chose
Is OK with me
A dream is but a wish that a heart needs to tell
A heart, Explosion. Two lines were missed.
When you get to the end you realize the twist
You know you don't need to do it again
Draws close, Windows slam
Lost arrows, signs and symbols don't mean a thing.
Sleep the days, you don't awake
Clap for the amazing things you can appreciate
Forgive yourself and skip a stone
Its the one that will meet you in the end
The end of the road.
The road,
The one that didn't stop at the bricks and bends.
Jump. Jump high, you'll find something will give you that lift
Without the effort, you thought you couldn't resist
Trust the soul, that the heart believed the imagination was actually the real thing.
The red was the colour, you chose for a reason.
Not a tulip, a rose, the thorn and the stem
The smeared black lipstick
was a disguise for the blood running thin.
The blood of your hands and feet were cleaned
A soft towel to wipe your face clean.
When you realize you re alive again, and feel the inner was clearly expressed
But who knocked down the bricks with the skipping stone?
Is this all your imagination, from the day you didn't awake
Or is it infatuation of a hidden image
one hard to see....
But heard it,
in the hands that played the strings
The drum was the beat that made it so real.
Am I the girl
With hands and toes painted so red
And the smeared black lipstick
That was meant to be there.

12:11 pm 10Th Oct 09


(when i was a little girl)




Writing two

moments and memories
one in the two
time in a circle
who is it you ll see
the one on the inside
or the one on the out
the second it passes
you see the one in between
only a moment
a glimpse of reflection
a forgotten emotion
too often not seen
a crack in the glass
when present becomes the now
the Small image of the sound
A story, a tale
A book with no pages
A name a place
What will it all mean
A smell in the darkness
No colour or perception
One simple aura
Making the memory a moment
You made it to the in between
though will it last longer
to get the one in the two
The second you hold it
No. in., No. out
A perfect circle
or is it just a reflection
You think you perceive.


10:28 Oct 09




Must be seen live, Just doesnt cut it.

The Street In Me

This is a work inspired by Street Art all around the world, both women and men. The individuals that explore there emotions through this expressive movement have been researched and the aim was to get the movement
into the gallery. To get the artists wall on to a ceramics aerosol can, the touch of the individual and the stroke of the artists hand. Each can, is an expression and form of exploration of the ceramic medium. Which is evident through texture; experimentation; slip; form and movement, as well as there final placement.

The Sydney Street art and graffiti scene is exciting, Especially scoping around Newtown/Sydney CBD spotting little funky characters here and there. This has had a major influence on this particular art
work. Artists from around the world were researched.



Inspiration was drawn from many artists; such as:

Os Gemeos (São Paulo, Brazil), Fafi (http://www.fafi.net/), Nick Walker (English graffiti artist)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwfoCaLQ2cM, Various (Germany), Venus, Faith41, Aaya Deren, Miss Riel (Copenhagen), Mofi (Greece), Megas (Melbourne, Aus), Alettetia (means TRUTH in Ancient Greek), Heraclitus ‘ A means of confrontation... A dialogue and escape from her own small world.. Hopes and Fears of mankind.. Reflection, Meditation and invention’. EGR ‘What I would like to express with my art is the endless possibilities of ideas that we can all share, learn and grow from. I would like to strike a chord within mass consciousness, to lift our minds higher, beyond prejudices or misconceptions. I would like to communicate on a positive level for women, and to surpass any expectations or limitations the world may put on us.’ Hera (Greek mythology; The highest ranking Goddess in Olympus, was taken by a ride for Zeus and then became jealous and violent.), Ralp Stedmon, Graffiti Knitters! (New York), And of coarse Banksy. http://www.banksy.co.uk/ http://www.knittaplease.com/

iam

Throughout the study of Fine Arts At Sydney College Of the Arts I am interested in objects being exerted more and more within the design industry rather then crafts, taking away the perception of Ceramics just being hand made mugs and bowls.
iam is inspired by the love of playing in expensive mud, with a little touch of girly love made within each unique pendant. A lovely gift for your girlfriend! Email for enquiries! love love