I did a lame thing and put a playlist on my blog. Music is life though. Listen if you want to or don’t.
I was eight years old when I first had the thought I wanted to be thinner. Eight. And since then my body and weight has fluctuated to what my mind has always seen as bad and worse. But right now as I sit here in probably the best frame of mind I’ve ever been in, I’m also at the worst I think my body has been. And so I’m trying to start a new journey where first and foremost I keep this frame of mind at all times and put it to good use in order to get healthy. Hopefully that means skinnier. I’m giving myself nine months to see if I can do this.
I'm going away! Just for two days but I will be away from both my phone and computer as we are road tripping out to Berrima which has no internet and no phone service. So, I have queued some posts for the next couple days and I will hopefully have some cute photos to post on Saturday when I get back. Stay rad 🐝
Is nothing sacred in this country anymore? The corruption of the Abbott Government is infiltrating the art world. It’s infiltrating my safe space, my one true passion and it’s making me SO ANGRY. Today, the News of Tony Abbott’s daughter, Frances Abbott being announced as a finalist in the Archibald Prize 2015. One of the biggest art prizes in the country. As I read through the article though it became knowledge that she had submitted a portrait of Mr. Abbott, our Prime Minister: titled “Dad”, and it was submitted to the competition 72 FUCKING HOURS LATE and that the Prime Minister is good buddies with some of the people on the board of who judges these (usually) amazing art pieces by hard working, established artists. It didn’t seem to matter for this competition that her portrait was a damn mess and that it was submitted late though. Here we are with her having a good chance at winning. “It’s not corruption” they say. “We aren’t playing favourites” they say. Well I call bullshit. It’s absolutely ridiculous, it’s cheating, and it’s disgusting. This just makes it a million times harder for another “unheard of” artist to deliver something that can outweigh the reputation and connotation that her name adds to her work.
#rant#government#australian politics#tony abbott#fuck Tony Abbott#frances abbott#not fair#art#art hoe#art world#late submission#fuck this for a joke#i am so angry#bullshit#sorry#not sorry#archibald prize#art prize#art comp#portrait#gross#australia#fuck australia#artists on tumblr#female artists#rigged#playing favourites#corruption#angry
Me: okay time to get so much painting done! Yes! Feeling so motivated rn! Me: eats crackers and watches Netflix
Girls like girls by Hayley Kiyoko is my new favourite pop song
I'm working at the art studio from 10:30 - 6:00. Gonna be a long, cold day.
I am so chill right now. I have assessments due but I don't even care. I am sitting on the floor drawing and listening to Seedy Jesus with my lava lamps on. Hippie chills are the greatest
I have my exhibition opening tomorrow night. I am so stressed out. My art prints came today and I've had to cut a few of them down to size in order to fit frames as well as numbering the editions. This is all well and good for a normal person. Not supposed to be a stressful situation. But for me, as I am not normal; simple tasks such as these freak me the fuck out and I have managed to stuff it up. Anything remotely involving numbers in the slightest gives me huge anxiety. I have no idea why. But I get shakey and stressed and it gets hard to breathe and even see, which in the case of cutting prints to make them for frames and numbering them...it's sort of essential to be able to see. SO due to this I have made two stupid mistakes. I have accidentally cut a print I wasn't supposed to, AND I have also numbered one of the prints wrong. And I'm freaking out and I don't know how to fix it. Do I leave it? Ugh. Over it.
My messages and ask box just got all mixed up for some reason? I'm sorry if replies I have sent to any of you/posted don't make any sense!
Tumblr is seriously messing around with my messages and I have no idea why. I'm really sorry if you've been trying to talk to me and haven't got a reply. I did reply to all of them but I have no idea where they are going?
Rest in Peace the innocent people who have passed during the Sydney Siege. Rest in peace to the 38 year old women who was held. Rest in peace to the 34 year old woman who was held. My heart goes out to their families and to all the other hostages who were held all day yesterday. I cannot even begin to imagine the trauma they felt and will continue to feel for the rest of their lives. My heart also goes out to the innocent Muslim individuals in Australia right now that could possibly endure a lot of racist hate, fear and unneeded negative attention within their own communities and on sensationalised media. I'm sorry. And if you are travelling on public transport mostly around Wollongong, #illridewithyou if you ever need company in this city which I know can be a small-minded one.