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Old meets new... and a curtain divider creates space. 

Yummy Interiors

Albatross Chicks

These really big birds nest by the middle of the North Pacific. There size is rarely understood, however Albatross are giants whose true size is rarely captured in photographs. Before i read the article in Ad busters, i looked at the images and thought it was an amusing piece of art work or photography. Astonished by the content in the article , i slowly became aware that these birds would fly out to sea and feed their chicks bits of plastic as they believe it was food. These picture only encapsulate a small scope of the tragedy. To show the true nature of this calamity, the photographer has not moved or manipulated the plastic or bird. 

Dare 2 Fight your fears

"… So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.”- Page 162 of “Life of Pi” Yann Martel

My Funky Illustrations: Space meets Sea.

So i'd like to think that i still have some inclination of what fashion designers get up to when they put pen to paper and draw there newest designs. I used to want to be a fashion designer so occasionally i like to relish the moments when i drew what i believed was a work of art!

Pretty gross but funny at the same time

Ha, i luv this!

by David Shrigley 

Trust me I think the beast is my retail manager at work, she has a serious ego problem. So I envisioned cutting of both her arms. Mmm... at least now she has an excuse for not getting her hands dirty.

Mary Celeste

So... my tutor Lyndon gave my class the simple task of picking folded paper from a hat, then writing something interesting about the name, topic, or event written on it. The main goal was to entertain the reader. Myself along with most people hadn't heard about the people or events we were writing about. So I assumed I had to write about a boring old lady Mary Celeste from ancient times... until I read more. This was one of my most enjoyable projects, so i thought i'd share it with you. 

Tonight is a lot colder than yesterday. The sun is know longer in view but the   sky is a beautiful purple haze. My back is starting to ach. It doesn’t help that the night brings a heavy east wind that tickles the splinters on my rear end. The skin beneath me has gone all crinkly; you know the way your hands look after you’ve been left in water for a few hours. Now imagine that all over the bottom half of your body. Not attractive. Huh. When you’ve counted only one birds in the sky or felt no creatures crawling on your skin, you realise your alone.

It struck me after Benjamin left, things changed. Actually he didn’t leave he was kidnapped, or so they say.  As soon as he let go of the rudder I was out of control. Possessed by the see, I was now captive to nonnegotiable winds that rippled my sails leaving echoes of whiplash in the air.  Things got really bad; my insides where welling up and nothing had a place any more. The clocks hand was missing. Barrels of beer rolled back and forth bashing into boxes of cargo. My spirit was destroyed and I am now hovering here with nowhere to go. A destitute mess. Oh Benjamin, there was no one like you among all the land. He was known for his sobriety and good judgment. He was such a handsome man; he gave me my name Mary. Mary Celeste. Even though he was with wife and child he held me with a grip and moved me like no other man could. I could tell his wife disliked her husband’s attitude towards me. He made all the crew treat me like a queen, I was washed in lavish shampoo’s that stained my fragmented brown skin and polished my back with creams no other woman could afford.

In late November 1869, I was basking up the sun. The warm brown sand was beneath me leaving grainy patches on my skin.  All the crew had been marched of me and a group of pirates escorted them into the thick of the forest. Then they pushed me back out to sea. It made know sense. I had the weight of the world inside me. Full barrels of brandy and alcohol. Sacks of rice and pasta. Boxes of shoes and knifes. Why in the world would they take the crew and not one bit of spoil. Isn’t that what pirates do, steel and take all your wealth from you. From that day on I sailed alone with know sense of direction or time.

The sky is now covered in a thick black velvet blanket, no clouds, just lampposts of starlight. There’s a bright light beaming in the distance and I’m sure it’s a lighthouse or ship.  Maybe it’s Ben. Maybe he’s coming back for me. Or could it be those pirates that took away the only people I really knew. Either way I’d rather be discovered than alone.

 

 

New Years... a decade since the year 2000

Hope you all had a lovely xmas! New years is hours away and i can't help but think 

what will make this year different?

Hope you all have a Happy New Years!

TURN AROUND BITCH! Your beautiful...

 We make our own meanings and assumption out of words, but does the real meaning reflect the remnant meaning? Or Does the original word just lose its value?

An A-Z Ant story

An ant will always be an ant.

But an ant will never be a dog.

Cats don’t like ants

Dogs certainly don’t care about ants.

 

Eating is the best part of an ant’s day, so

Food always goes missing.

Grandma likes to leave the ants a little present,

Honey.

 

I like ants.

Grandma hates ants, because the

Kitchen always gets raided.

Looking at them makes her itch.

 

Making cakes is really fun, but

Nobody eats with me so I,

Opened a jar of honey and invite the ants to my tea

Party.

 

Question, Mr. ant asked. “You must

Really hate us ants. You keep killing us!”

“Stop being silly, I said. I’m just trying to give you a

Treat! “

 

Under the tree, was a

Very serious meeting with all the ants.

Water ran down my window so I couldn’t see what was happening. The

Xylophone doorbell rang and Mr. ant appeared.

 

You must stop opening Jars of honey, or else I’ll call my friend…

Zzz…Buzzz…

A light hearted story to fill the pages of my little hand made book.

My First Book from Scratch!

This is the first hand crafted book i've ever written, illustrated and binded . I'm actually quite proud of myself considering i had to make 3. Making a book was one of the options as a module's i was taught how to book bind by the art director of wired magazine. To be honest its not that hard to do. It all comes down to precision once you learnt the technique. 

The book I made was very child like, simple and clean cut. I shall up load the story a little later.