Been trying to replace ‘fuck’ with ‘fudge’ and ‘shit’ with ‘sugar’ but I just can’t do it as well as Ellie Kemper. Might have to look to Adventure Time or something for some alternatives. Suggestions? I called Yoyo ‘fudgo’ today though, it just came naturally :/
I wish babies were more like tamagotchis. Press a button to feed/give medicine/pet. Check on them intermittently, when you’re bored or have some time to kill. Or if you can give them to someone for a bit and just watch them on TV. Once in a while press a button to speak so they know your voice or instruct the person to give them a cuddle and say it’s from mum.
Sundays now require 3 coffees to reach some kind of acceptability.
Going well with new works. Wishing so hard I can paint them for real and not just digitally but I can’t get into painting right now. Too much to handle with a baby and it’s cold in the garage where I paint so I can’t take her in there just yet. Better clean it the fudge up too so when I do go in there and she’s crawling around she doesn’t choke or poke her eyes out with a stray screw/blade/etc. I need at least a good 3 – 4 hour session to really feel like I’ve done something. I tried when she was 5 weeks or so old when she was sleeping more and I thought it might be possible. It’s too frustrating running out to the studio, getting the painting stuff ready, finally getting stuck into it and then have to rush off washing your hands and brushes and changing your clothes to get to the crying baby. These reasons sound like excuses, I’m sure I can make it work if I really tried. I guess that’s the point – I don’t have the energy or mental power to try right now. I’ll have to hold on for a while longer; keep making these drawings and prints, planning and dreaming of a time I can set aside to paint for real. I don’t know when that will be. I feel like I need a holiday to just NOT DO ANYTHING. I just want to read and paint. And lie around being irresponsible. Single mums and mothers of twins/more than one child, mothers with ‘real’ jobs in offices and places away from home, mothers with thriving businesses run from home, mothers working freelance and balancing the sugar out of their lives, mothers being full-on 100% mothers – a lot of respect and wonderment.
Will went off to the mountains to camp in the snow one night on his week off this week. My head said ‘Yes, this is what we agreed to. We’re going to give each other time to fudge off and do our own thing’ but my inner child was saying ‘Wah wah wah!’. I dealt with this by baking up the spare batch of cookie dough I left in the freezer and eating them all. Foresight pays. On the subject of eating, I bit my tongue on Thursday and am profoundly unhappy with the gross discrepancy between the way the wound looks and the way it hurts.
Listened to Gil Scott-Heron’s ‘I’m New Here’ album today, perfect for this Sunday. If you could fudge a voice, surely it would be his.
This has been a bad and brilliant week – boycotted the gym (too tired from preparing the gallery wall for my upcoming print exhibition. I’m convinced.) and got really rather drunk on Saturday night for the first time in too long. Happily kind of hungover now… It was the kind of night where you start off classy with tapas and cocktails but end up with raspberry soda vodka (wtf) and fags on a park bench.
Making progress with my print exhibition. Have 3 – 4 more pieces to finish then I’m done. All the gallery walls are white and fresh, ready for hanging. Also prepping my Shopify site… blarg, how things have changed since I last used this kind of thing! I remember Blogger and Analytics back in 2007 when I was starting out and it all seemed so straight forward and innocent and less money-grabbing wank. Yeh yeh, things change and grow and inevitably those magical, uplifting moments of online intimacy and connection with people across the world and way out of your physical networks dissipate and over time get replaced by nonsensical spam, trolls and bots… So much of this internet stuff is just about preying on your insecurities and naming things big fancy words to hide simple concepts behind complicated phrases. I know ‘you don’t know what you don’t know’ but you don’t need tutorials and ‘hacks’ and ‘experts’ for everything. I miss those days of making funny weird websites on Flash or Dreamweaver with invisible buttons and endless loops and getting excited at the idea that someone would randomly stumble upon my site and enjoy themselves and be surprised. I miss that imperfect, DIY-ness of pre-Facebook, Myspace internet. If there are parallel universes, can there also be parallel internets.
In analog news: Yoyo’s sick has been really disgusting smelling. And I managed to be less involved on the poo delivery front this week – I’ve been more of an audience with a backstage pass. Watched W holding her legs up one morning as she pushed so hard she cried. Was pretty awful but funny in a ‘poor thing HAHAHA’ way. When it finally came out I could see why she cried. I’ve also introduced her to a little hair clip with a bow on it. It kind of blows my mind a bit how a tiny, insignificant accessory can flip the way you see someone’s face. When she wears that little sparkly hair clip my brain explodes.
This week’s (late) blog post brought to you by barely comprehensible notes on my phone deciphered through a multi-faceted, cracked screen because my brain can barely retain enough info to remember what ingredient to add next when cooking dinner from a new recipe let alone WTF happened this last week ! So, quite a week then.
Going back to what I remember most – Saturday. What was supposed to be a lovely fulfilling day completely on my own down in Melbourne to check out a Creative Women’s Circle talk and a meeting with the director of Melbourne International Animation Festival to hatch some plans for Shepparton, started with a miserable hour of driving down dead ends and closed roads trying to find a parking space in North Melbourne. I gave up. Phoned my husband and stress-shouted at him saying that I’m just going to fucking pull the fuck over and cry. Such a country bumpkin these days. I just hate people sometimes. Most of the time. Then I remembered I was baby free, so swiftly found the nearest pub and necked a nice cold pint asap. Top marks. So, the day had some good points at least.
Also this week, Yoyo and I have been busy painting the walls of the gallery we’re (shit, genuinely wrote ‘we’re’ as if Yoyo is also presenting work…!) exhibiting at in August. A bit of a slog turning merlot red walls spanking fresh white – but we’re on our way!! With a little help from our friends 🙂
I also started a new pic. Here is Yoyo doing an excellent job art directing me:
And you know, between art directing and supervising the painting of gallery walls, she STILL has time to train my imagination by presenting me with poopey Rorscharch tests every morning. Perfectly symmetrical brown patterns pressed between her butt cheeks. Some days I’m like, ‘Frog’ but other times it really is just ‘Shit. Shit. Also shit’. They are so amazingly symmetrical though and kind of grossly satisfying in the way that the poo is pressed.. like a penny press, where you drop a cent in and it gets rolled between two rollers to create an oval souvenir with an imprint of some landmark or tourist thing. A perfect oval formed from a pebble of poo. I wonder if there’s a way to imprint something onto it…
oh yes! And I think I hit peak mum last week when I baked cookies, cooked baby food (cauliflower in case you were wondering), made Chinese soup for the husband, and also dinner all in about 2 hours whilst simultaneously feeding a baby and rocking her to shut her teething face up.
And then there was the upsetting, rip-off travesty which was the Van Gogh exhibition at NGV. If they spent as much money on the show as they do on the marketing it might have been half decent. What a sad sight to see one of my fav artist’s work treated like that. I think his popularity would have been startling and touching for him but then he would switch from the euphoria of ‘success’ to a manic anger and then he’d cut another ear off and shoot himself all over again. I’m pretty happy to avoid all exhibitions at the NGV until they stop being so money/visitor hungry though the collection is pretty enjoyable (mostly for the distinct lack of any other living human; which is one of the reasons I like art and galleries).
This week was a black week. It started off well and descended into darkness. On Monday I felt like I was on fire with all the goals I was kicking and things I was ticking off my to-do list. Then Tuesday was a little less good, and Wednesday worse still. Until the weekend came along and I realised I’d been stress/binge-eating and just dying to hide under the duvet and watch crap Netflix for a solid week – and not just because it’s so freaking cold.
Working on an animation for a client this week. Had fun making the audio for it over the weekend. Making progress on work for MEAC exhibition. Yoyo hit 6 months. Looking for local businesses to partner with to provide drink/food at the show opening in August. Some leads but nothing for sure really. Never had much luck with that kind of thing but maybe I was just doing it wrong. We’ll see what happens.
Apparently I also missed Council funding for the animation night I’m putting on in October this year. If I wanted it this year I should have applied for the money last year. Well, fuck. No biggie I guess, I’ll just put in for a big one for 2018. Third time lucky, yes? It’s not like I was just sitting on my butt doing nothing last year watching funding deadlines fly by. I was just sitting on my butt making a baby and watching funding deadlines fly by. So I don’t feel too bad. This year still promises to be better and slightly bigger (3 times as big to be accurate) so here goes nothing.
This week’s aesthetic: Ignoring my head saying “You don’t know wtf you’re doing do you?”
Some super small screen grabs of top secret works in progress:
This week I discovered that Yoyo is a massive fan of Vegemite. And Jones somehow always seems to know when I’m about to feed her because he prepares to hoover up the chunks she drops.
Biz call with clothes factory – shit is getting reeeeaaaallz on this. Exciting. But I think it’s going to be a bit of a close call on getting the goods in when I’d like them. A good learning experience anyway and I’ll get my stuff together earlier next time now that I know a little more about the process and times.
This week I recognised myself as a bunch of scribbles heading in a general direction rather than a straight arrow. That’s why I take ages to do things… I go around in circles and off in tangents, get distracted, get excited about new ideas before I’ve pulled off previous ones. That explains why a lot of things I do aren’t always exactly polished or all that good. But I choose to call it a success if I’m engaged with it and am learning. When you emerge from your little cave of obsession and creating and see that your creation has fallen somewhat short or doesn’t hold up in comparison to what’s out there, it can be a little disheartening and a bit like,’well what the fuck then’. That’s fine. I’ll find a new obsession, take the next step in where I’m going. It can’t matter what people think of every step as long as I get something from it. Things spin around and get thrown about like a whirlwind; what you don’t need falls behind and what’s important moves with you. So, a few things I’m doing right now are new and previously unexplored. Things I didn’t realise I needed to do, things that didn’t need to be done. I’m excited and a bit wary and sceptical, but I am going to carry on.
In illustration news, I made this poster for London Pride 2017 to celebrate all the great people-loving there is out there in the world and the many types of sexualities and personalities amongst us. It’s part of a campaign called ‘Love Lives Here’ which was launched throughout London the weekend and features about 30 artists’ work plastered across London. If you come across one do take a selfie and tag me somewhere!
I don’t really want to say that the highlight of my week is that I got a haircut on Saturday. But it kind of was. That and hearing Yoyo suck her toe whilst I left her on the change mat. So funny. Coincidentally the woman who cut my hair was pregnant, as was the woman who cut my hair last time I went to the hairdresser’s a few months ago. Maybe my hair must now always be cut by pregnant women only.
What’s happened this week???? Um, last week’s über-productiveness seems to have been balanced out by this week’s utter unproductiveness. I have made 1.5 drawings and an animatic for a client. I printed a buttload of baby photos. I sent a rather long email which I deliberated over for much longer than I expected.
Feeling kind of stuck and jump-starry, I thought of another poo-analogy which describes this week’s progress/process. I’ve been kind of blurry all week, couldn’t think properly, unmotivated, fixating on things in the pipeline I have no control over. And then one morning, as I went to get Yoyo from her room, the gross stench of baby poo filled the air. It made me think… work stuff is popping out one hard nugget at a time like her constipated little turds. Each taking quite a bit of effort, discomfort and with a degree of unpredictability. Sometimes the result is nice, clean, containable; others are an absolute mess. Sometimes the timing could not be better and other times just so completely, explosively, inconvenient. And it doesn’t matter how much you want that shit to come out or how much good it would do her – if she doesn’t go, she doesn’t go. And even if I do try to control it a bit by, say, feeding her apple and carrot to speed things along, it’s not like I can tell exactly when she’s about to go. It would be nice for sure, to be able to predict just how long after eating apple and carrot until she fills her nappy with a burst of runny brown liquid poo and avoid her having to wallow in it/me having to deal with it first thing in the morning.
I have spent an inordinate amount of time this fortnight staring into a butt. Now, before you get too alarmed, it is my baby daughter’s butt and she is constipated cos she’s trying out foods that don’t come directly from me. So, I have never thought that I would actually watch poop come out of an anus before and yet this week I watched a poo come out and go back in and come out and go back into a butthole. Look, this isn’t some kind of weird fetish blog this is about being a mother, an art-inclined mother, but a mother nonetheless. And this isn’t the kind of thing anyone (that I know of certainly) talks of when they talk about motherhood. Babies are the epitome of life – beautiful, cute, mysterious (well, that’s all I ask for anyway) – and completely freaking foul. But in an indescribable, forgivable, illuminating way that makes you feel better about life. It seems to be their unique selling point, their contradictory power – to reveal the grossness and simultaneously the okayness or life.
Well, besides catching freshly delivered poo in environmentally friendly bamboo cloths, this last fortnight I have been busy working on a new show. I decided to just say YES and have a small exhibition locally. It’s my best way to be motivated to create new work cos suddenly you have a space and you have to fill it. Aaaaannd some clothing samples arrived and some plans got made, re-evaluatued and remade. And emails from some interesting people in my inbox. Fingers crossed something good comes from them.
Well, some work/work in progress here:
Still steadily making positive changes, often regressing and taking backwards steps – but am slowly getting better at it though still have the odd outburst here and there (it’s no fair!! I’m so tired!! etc etc) better grow out of it before Yoyo starts doing the same…!
I have a note in my book that simply says “poomergency”. We had one of those this week. You know there’s some messy trouble ahead when your child hasn’t had a poo in a few days. Well, luckily for me Yoyo had her horror turdfiest on the night I was on my own and had nothing ready to deal with it. Don’t want to gross everyone out with all the details but suffice to say it was one of those moments when you think she’s finished but she hasn’t and you come back into the room from washing your hands to find a big brown explosion with wriggling feet in it and a baby greedily sucking their thumb, then when you reach for the wet wipes they’re all gone so you pick up the baby, smudging poop all over yourself to wrestle her into the shower and put her in her little tub where she immediately does a wee and so wallows in yellow-brown piss water (still happily sucking her thumb which you really hope hasn’t left her mouth in the last 10 minutes!) whilst you struggle with holding her head up with one hand and adjusting the hot water/struggling with the too-short shower hose with the other. And then in your pooey haste, you didn’t actually pick anything up to wash her with so you use the maybe soiled top you ripped off her and your bare hands to scrub the dark brown markings off her legs and the sides of the tub. And yourself…. So, yeh.
sketch I did for world vision australia project, inspired by something striking someone said to me at a multicultural playgroup I took Yoyo to
This week was a bit of rollercoaster as it tends to be when you think you have a potentially awesome job lined up and then it disappears. Yeh, then times that by 2 :'( You’d think after about 10 years doing this it gets easier when things fall through – it doesn’t. Well, I guess I’m generally better at not getting too excited about things until it’s completely in the bag. But over time that turns into not getting excited about anything at all and you wonder what’s more important – protecting yourself from disappointment by never feeling the highs or going all out and letting yourself feel everything. As I watch my daughter grow the imagined future conversations I have with her when she faces these kinds of things build up. What will I tell her when she’s faced with set backs and disappointment whilst struggling to do what she loves? Will I overcome my own personal struggles and pessimism to tell her to go for it and that it’ll all work out in the end? I don’t think I’ll ever tell her that. I think I’ll tell her to go for it for sure, but I’ll tell also that it’ll be bloody hard and there’ll be times when she wants to give up and wonder if it’s all worth it. And she might not ever even be very successful (objectively, whatever that means) at what she tries to do… but at least she did it and gave it her all. A good quote from a book I bought at the perpetually stock-clearing Book Grocer (I suppose that is the goal of all retail businesses…):
“..remember that the mistakes of the young often overcome the successes of the old, that the flawed but colourful performance, the enthusiastic outward looking and imaginative act triumphs over the chiselled professional delivery of the inveterate, dispassionate hack.” (Bad Idea Anthology 1, edited Jack Roberts & Daniel Stacey)
I’m not very young anymore, but I need to allow myself freedom to make plenty of mistakes – and even just throw myself into making them. The fear sneaks up on you so slowly you don’t even realise and you cocoon yourself in safety, dismissing new ideas and making excuses to not do things… I don’t want that. I need to keep fighting to achieve vague and distant goals, stop seeing them as dreams but as possible realities and ignoring the absolutely real outcome of failing. Another quote from the same book:
“And if it all ends in flames so be it.”
One exciting bit of news though – my fabric designs are in production, awaiting test prints in about 10 days 🙂 🙂
Nirvana and Grimes are powering me through this week. Got back from gym around 9 tonight and straight into doing a pro-bono brief for a UK charity thing.
My memory is probably going to work best if I work back from today… spent the weekend in Wagga Wagga at the Australian International Animation Festival. Went there to check out all the films and see what I might want to bring to Shepp in October. Kind of feel like the range and quality of film were better last year, but that may be my mind playing tricks on me. It was Yoyo’s first weekend away from home and my first Mothers Day ever. Was good, though her sleeping routine is a little messed up now.
Today was about getting through the day and waiting to hear back on a job. You know, those sucky hours where you fight with yourself over your doubts and insecurities whilst trying to remain optimistic and sing Twinkle Twinkle to your child. Kind of weird, kind of spaced out.
Went for a Winton Wetlands site visit on Tuesday to see about a possible project out there. Amazing place – so big and kind of desolate. Beautiful and secluded. Got to find the time to get some ideas down and make some mock ups. Yeh it’s hard sometimes but I can’t let Yoyo become an excuse to not do what I want to do and be who I know I am. How much would that suck. So also this week my writing has regressed and I have decided to sound like a teen. OK, whatever.
Sleep is still unpredictable and often elusive (partly my own doing) but hey, Margret Thatcher ran a country on 2 hours sleep. Sure she screwed a lot of people and eventually a whole country over but still, the point is: she ran a country on 2 hours sleep. I can do this.
Ooh also, ordered some samples of random shit with my repeat pattern (random like: joggers, pillow case, button up shirt – watch out for a selfie wearing all the clothes and lying nonchalantly on a pillow)
Below: WIP for a client // repeat pattern for clothing test
Life is about 20 times busier these days and I can’t handle the pace. So this week I signed up to the gym, which I haven’t done since my uni days (which lasted about 2 weeks), in an attempt to build better habits and become a a giant ball of energy. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I won’t be able to get anything non-baby related done until after she goes to bed in the evening so I need to be bouncing off the walls round the clock to get what I need and what I want to get done, done. Having to fight for time to do what I want seems to make me want to do them more and appreciate the outcomes better. Had my first fitness class on Saturday morning and my muscles still ache :'( It was only half an hour! At 4 months I guess the ‘just had a baby’ excuse wears thin. I wasn’t particularly exercise-y before pregnancy but I definitely feel that a lot of my muscles have gone to shit. Also dawned on me that I need to walk up and down stairs more – we need more stairs, people!
Set up a Facebook shop via Shopify and loaded up some prints on it. So far my bug series are available as well as few bits and pieces from the past few years that I quite like. It’s going to be a slow process building up customers for them but for now it’s a much better place to send people when they want to buy something from me. Will be expanding to standalone shop site later in the year when I’ve decided how I want to do it all.
Yoyo had a total nightmare of a day last Tuesday and then snapped back to regular baby the day after.
This week – did a poster for a client, a pic for my folio and line design for a repeat pattern for fabric. Not many sketches to show for it this week, spilled water all over the client sketches and did the other ones digitally.
Slow start to the week… I don’t actually remember much of what I did except maybe have Photoshop open on my computer for most of the time without actually doing anything with it. Yoyo did a few days with minimal daytime naps & I spent most of my time trying to keep up and figure out the new schedule she’s decided on.
Managed to get a job done for an overseas client and start working up a sketch from the sketchbook. Maybe having a baby has made me more efficient and decisive – on everything but baby stuff. I’m having a tough time deciding what food to start her on. The more you want to get something ‘right’ the harder it is to start. And now that I have baby stuff to get worked up over a lot of my creative decisions seem to be less frustrating & more satisfying.
I think about time a lot these days and crave the time to dedicate to do just one thing. To focus, get immersed, fine tune and fine tune again just one single thing. Like a baby; 9 months to get made & then forever to continue becoming, growing, being created.
3 sketches below. 2 for self, 1 for client – can you guess which??
A very productive weekend follows a frustrating, circular week where I just got stuck in a repetitive loop of misery. Going round and round, trying things and doing things, making things I’m bored of and uninspired by. Starting things, dropping them halfway through, constantly second guessing myself. It’s hard to separate the ‘shit stage’ of a piece that you struggle through to reach an actually decent work and the shit stage of a work that’s just… well, shit. I started about 5 things and ended up hating them all during the week. Until the weekend when I had some actual time to get stuck into something (thanks to a brill husband who took Yoyo out for a few hours so I could sleep). That and deleting Instagram and Facebook from my phone so I stopped just scrolling through stuff when feeding Yoyo. I just fill my head with so much crap that way. Inundated by images of talented people doing amazing things; bigger, better and loved by more people than me… Just felt so weighed down by the image of everyone’s success you can feel like total worthless crap quite easily. It’s kind of debilitating and definitely restrictive. So I’m only on FB/IG when at the computer now and it’s helped! So much! Here’s something I started and dropped and picked up again on the weekend, just taking my time playing with things in Photoshop that I felt like I didn’t have the time to do before; from rough sketch, to gouache paint to messing around on Photoshop. I really need to feel engaged with my work and the challenge for me atm is to create work that allows me to experiment and stay engaged with the work but which is also appealing to others and to a certain standard. Whatever that it is.
A crying baby calls.
Feels good to be working pencil on paper again. Though this time I’m playing with pens and markers to colour up. So much faster! Still playing with clothes for Yoyo and have set myself a project to improve my/get some (!!) lettering skills. So, things are going pretty ok this week. Nice working on paper cos you let the little line wobbles and slight mishaps go instead of constantly hitting undo undo undo… & loving just doodling on the clothes. No planning or sketching beforehand & just straight in with the colours 🙂 Yoyo’s been more or less cooperative lately though last night she kept cry-yelling from a bad bout of wind. And when she wasn’t doing that she was sucking her hands so loudly they made a smack-smacking sound. And that’s what woke me at 7.30am, followed by a loud squelchy fart which hastened my jumping out of bed to change her before shit leaked everywhere. Another wondrous, beautiful morning.
What did painting mothers do before ipads? I like this quote:
Art is not meant to be created in stolen moments only
– Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Said about female writers and the idea that there’s always some housework etc they feel they ‘should’ be doing that gets in the way of writing. All time is stolen at the moment. And today the thing I felt I ‘should’ be doing instead of cracking on with all the ideas and works I have going was cleaning the explosive shit Yoyo had whilst in her car seat. It went right up her back, through her clothes and the car seat onto the plastic shell. She was wearing a onesie so it was a challenge getting her top off without smearing shit up her back and everywhere else. Needless to say, I didn’t succeed but we counted a shitless face a win. She went straight in the shower with streaks of pooey pumpkin soup yellows up her back, in her armpit etc etc. So, I am glad I got a bit of drawing time in earlier in the week.
Also had time to visit Rone working at Wall to Wall in Benalla yesterday and see Adnate’s mural in a tiny church in Goorambat. It was brill.
Got into the studio (garage) to sneak in a bit of painting tonight after dinner. Started this about 1 week after Yoyo was born. She’s now 13 weeks old. On top of time and energy constraints, today’s a day for battling doubts. The usual barage of, “This is shit!” and “You’re never going to get there! You’re shit!!” Arg.
An overactive midnight mind meant another dazed day, leading to missing the golden window of opportunity to settle Yoyo for her morning nap, resulting in an unscheduled drive to town to lull her to sleep (and stop her yell/crying). Once there, coffee, cake and shopping ensued. Obvs.
And a trip to Cheap As Chips to wonder around aimlessly after picking up a caulking gun and a 110 litre plastic tub, which I had to carry around with a sprained left wrist (over-did it whilst lopping old wood in the garden for kindling). So, this blog may also be a whinge-fest, but maybe whinging is a big part of my process. Pulling into park, I briefly wondered if disabled spots should also be used by mothers because having kids may not be a disability but it certainly is a handicap.
I could leap into a full-on whinge here but I went to Bunnings afterwards, which always brings at least a pissy-yellow stain of sunshine to a crappy day. I wondered around in a daze looking at various tools and equipment, imagining the brilliant things I could make/do with them: I could paint the mouldy bit on the ceiling finally, I could make a storage rack, I could build a shack for the garden. I could change my life around. Hardware and DIY stores don’t sell down-to-earth, handy tools and solutions to real issues – they sell dreams. They sell dreams they know you’re doomed to ruin. That’s why they also have workshops and project advice; to counsel you, to console you. So you keep returning.
I picked up some black gloves for painting because I saw how all these really cool and successful guys on Instagram with 20 million followers and loads of amazing jobs/clients etc. wore them. I dreamed that they would make my paintings immediately 20 million times more successful. And then I picked up a $50 tub of Taubmans oil based preparation sealant and primer. I had it in my hand ready to go, with visions of how it was the missing ingredient to getting that finish I’m after on my paintings, and just then Yoyo started groaning and grizzling from inside her pram. Her voice was muffled under the hood I had pulled up to keep the light out so she’d sleep longer. And with that muffled groan my vision-bubble burst and I put the paint back on the shelf. Who am I kidding – I’m not going to need that tub of paint for a long while.
Hello, my baby girl arrived right at the end of last year and she’s been keeping me pretty busy. I make work every chance I get, and have completed a few commissions & projects since her arrival. I made an animation to my song, Mess Head, on my phone using Animation Desk. It will be screened as part of For Films Sake Festival in Sydney at The Wild Rover (75 Campbell St, Surry Hills) from 27 – 29 April, 4pm – midnight. And I’ve been making little sketches of her on my phone using Sketch whilst I feed her. It keeps me awake and helps pass the time.
I’d like to have more time and energy to get on with the paintings I’ve been busting to make since before she was born. And I neeeed to play with spray paint since I’m finally in a place where I can. But between changing nappies and scrubbing shit off towels and mothers groups and cleaning the house and no lie-ins and always broken sleep etc etc yawn etc – the usual stuff mothers list on their daily to dos… it’s going to take me a little longer to build up the stamina/energy/organisational/prioritisation skills to do all that and create the things I need to. But I’m getting there. And I hope to have time to document my progress on here, more as a reflection for myself than anything, but if you’re here and you’re reading this then Hi & I hope you come back sometime to see how things are going. & maybe say Hi back, that’d be nice 🙂
To vote, head over to the ‘Balls’ VOTD page: http://votd.tv/nominees/1070/balls-i
Finally I can reveal which Secret 7″ cover was mine! Also, a bit about the process, from Jelly London blog. I like it, but I dunno if it sold :/
Working on a new video for my song about balls…
Style icon/art agent @jessie_cake mixing it up with pink socks, gold shoes & my FRS ‘bananaz’ leggings
Send me your pics if you have a pair! 🙂
Currently working in Hong Kong til Feb with this luxury spacious set-up. What’s going on people!! I need something to do other than eat and shop…
I decided to kick off 2015 with a quick behind the scenes q&a with my hugely lovable agents Jelly. Click the link to have a snoop 🙂
Behind The Scenes with Mimi Leung