Ideas and nonsense form some kind of equation that I just don't seem to get.... or maybe I do but concepts only twirl around like a classical ballet. A ballet of mould choreographed inside my tinned peach of a brain.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Friday 20 May, (10.00 am)

After my last entry I spent some time playing with an old image I had drawn a long time ago. Sordid as this picture is I want to do something similar. But I want the purple waves that are around them to be formed of wood-grain instead.  There should be a comical character like these but based on the fat-scary dude in the Health clip. But he will be emerging in a similar kind of rage from the grain of wood.


Also in addition to this gruesome character I will need to be drawing and staining into some wood again for him to appear in. So this morning I have gotten up with a very clear set of things I need to do. And I have already been hopping across to the mitre 10 to get more wood. I found these two peices of ply and now the adventure begins. Though I might go see a series of really interesting indigenous works they have at GOMA today beforehand.


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