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.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 27 June 1995 Sometimes I think about how much I’d like to explain myself fully to someone. Someone who would just sit there quietly, open and non-judging. I’d like to explain to them how a cheery boy with a love of reading developed a penchant for books exploring the “darker regions of the soul” he had not personally acquainted himself with. … Continue reading I fear the vulnerability of confession.
Monday, 19 June 1995 3:03pm S, Dad called me at work and just told me you’ve finally named my niece – hell it only took you 9 days! Brady, (I hope I’ve got the spelling right). That’s really nice, I like Brady. So how are you coping as a new mother? Is Brady keeping you up ’til all hours? You will have her walking and … Continue reading This letter will probably get opened and read by the French Secret Service and I’ll have dodgy looking Peugeots parked outside my house for months.
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.
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