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
J’s Diary Entry Friday 3 January 2003 Another early escape from Ian. I rode my bike to Leah’s around 11:00am and ran into Monica while I was on Johnston St or was it Nicholson St? while she was driving her work van with Birkenstock all over it. We made vague plans to meet up while we waited for the lights to change. Got to Leah’s … Continue reading I ordered a steak sandwich that turned out to be as big as my head!
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, 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.