Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I hate family portraits
















These two photos perfectly capture the awkward phases early teen girls go through. I guess you could call this the 'cocoon phase'.
 Awkward placement of hands in studio portraits are also perfectly encapsulated here.


The one with the white backdrop (featuring lots of tousled fringes and high waisted denim) was taken in Auckland around 1992 -  the photographer loved it so much he put it in the shop window- awesome?

I associate Nicola's yellow shirt with memories of her boarding house and the red cassette tape player she'd covered in lyrics by The Cure. 

Juliet seems to favor wearing turtle necks in family photos, as evident in both pictures.

The photo in black was taken right in the middle of my awkward stage. During this point I had braces and therefore didn't smile for about three years. 

It was a minor miracle and purely coincidental that when I photographed said picture my face was obscured by the flash. Lets just say I am so horrified by this photo that I hide it under the couch when friends (etc) come over.

Who invented the concept of studio portraits? And when did hand placement become so important? Give me a blurry action shot any day over an orchestrated, sham of a photo.



Nicola and Juliet please dont crucify me over posting these!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Ricketts Point










Drawing



I spent the weekend sick on the couch watching documentaries about marine life. Fish and other creatures started drifting into my drawing book...





The moon last night




Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Paper things





                                        Paper artist Rob Ryan is based in the UK.























Monday, June 29, 2009

Have you seen Pet Semetary?



My computer has been fixed and it doesn't seem quite right. 

It sort of half imploded after I dropped it the other month. Finally its been put back together again... and its missing a few chromosomes.

 I started thinking about the part in Pet Sematary  when the family cat is brought back to life and exists at about 80% capacity.

 I forget most of what happened in the book/movie/tv-movie but I think the father, Louis, buries the cat in some kind of bewitched native american burial ground. And whoops, the cat comes back all mangy and tries to bite everyone.

It ( my computer, not the other Stephen King horror)- hasn't electrocuted me or anything, but there's something fairly awkward going on.

Umm I'm trying to draw parallels between a Stephen King novel/ shitty movie and my laptop. What a massive nerd I am.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009