Self portrait dated Fri 01/11 & Sat 02/011/02 Self portrait dated Mon 4/11/02 Self portrait dated 7/11/02 Self portrait dated Sat 15/02/2003. This is not how J was, he has drawn this distorted with large body and large waist. I like this self portrait he drew it in grey lead. Dated 18/03/2003 This self portrait is not dated. This sketch upsets … Continue reading Some of J’s Artwork
Some of J’s sketches/art work Self portrait drawn 28 May 2002 Self portrait 5 Oct 2002 Sunday 6 October 2002 from Bauerliche Brant by August Sander c. 1921/22 8 October 2002 from “Der Maler Anton Raderscheidt” by August Sander 1927 Continue reading Some of J’s Artwork.
J’s Diary Entry 5 November 2001 Bit of a shopping day today. Got up late-ish, still a bit sick but trying valiantly to eat my way to wellness. After watching Springer (“I’m here to fulfil my Secret Lesbian Fantasy”) Jen, Jade and I walked down to Chapel Street and did some window shopping (which I’ve always considered kind of pointless – why tease yourself?) and … Continue reading I can’t wait to hear everyone missed me.
J’s Diary Entry 1 November 2001 Good day and crappy day. Got out of bed late, watched some telly, did some chores then into the City for art supplies. Spent $27 got 2 nice extra fine pens, some chalks, some charcoal. Then I got a Sketch-A-Graph from Toys R Us. Came home and burnt an Aphex Twin compilation while I drew some pictures of Mum. … Continue reading Polaroids and Polar Bears
Thursday, 27 June 1996 12:30pm Howdy Sis, Went and saw that film last night, The Wonderful Horrible Life of Leni Riefenstahl. Kind of sad in a way, I think she got a bit of a bum rap. Raised some interesting points about art and politics though. In particular, the notion of a ‘Fascist Aesthetic’ interested me. Susan Sontag accused Leni of continuing this fascist aesthetic … Continue reading She refused to see the link between art and politics.
Thursday, 14 September 1995 9:24PM Wow, I can’t believe it’s September S. In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past when I was in the tea room, though I can’t recall what I did for New Year’s Eve at all. That’s a bit of a concern. I really can’t remember what I did. I just asked Simon. He said I did nothing, at … Continue reading In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past while I was in the tea room.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 5 June 1995 My God! It’s so cruelly cold in my house. My hands are so cold I can hardly write. Stood in a queue today next to some Canadian guy chatting with a 50-ish Australian woman about Melbourne. He was tall, lanky, blonde, tanned and had a slight lisp, that made his s’s sound like zh’s, if you know what … Continue reading J the handyman continues his conquest of the world of hardware.
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 3 June 1995 Had only 3 neat vodkas at “Klicks” last night. I feel strong and depressed and lonely as usual. It’s a curious choice: waste $60 on a good time I can’t actually remember, or save $60 and feel strong and depressed and lonely. I’m sort of inclined to think that if I can’t remember the good time, then what’s … Continue reading Drinking is neither physically, mentally or economically healthy. But I’ll keep doing it.
Tuesday, 2 May, 1995 S, How’s the incubation coming along? Have you been taking measurements of your mighty girth? You really ought to you know, it’s the sort of thing you can use against the bairn when it acts up – “You know my stomach was bloated to one hundred inches because of you!! You’ve ruined my life! Get back in the cupboard you LIFE … Continue reading Guess What?! Someone unseen, someone possibly very sexy, on this day, might have found my bum fondle-worthy!