Polaroids and Polar Bears

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

She refused to see the link between art and politics.

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.

It’s all a part of my mania for recording. I take photos of my house, places I go to regularly, friend’s houses, their tattoos, random visions that litter my day.

 Tuesday, 19 September 1995  8:11AM Hey Sis. I made it in. Just after finishing yesterday’s entry I packed my bags and went home.  Just felt way too crappy, went home and rang Mum for some hay fever advice and followed it to the letter. Made me feel a hell of a lot better actually.  So I sat on my couch, read my Sartre and listened … Continue reading It’s all a part of my mania for recording. I take photos of my house, places I go to regularly, friend’s houses, their tattoos, random visions that litter my day.

The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.

J’s Diary Entry Monday, 8 May 1995 Hey, wanna hear my latest idea?  The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.  As an idea, it’s probably couched in too grandiose terms, but I’m known for my love of textual pomposity.  And poor grammar.  Hell, it’s probably an old idea, but it’s new to me in its conciseness.  Well I need to go from hope’s … Continue reading The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.

Maybe I’ll shout at the top of my lungs that photography is poor man’s painting. That’ll make sure I’m never invited back – sensitive, arty types.

23 Jan 1995 Dear S, Howdy. Dropped your load yet? I’m getting impatient. What is it, five months to go? In this age of instant soup and TV dinners, you’d think they could speed up the process a little. Eventually, I see all pregnancies starting and concluding within half an hour, allowing you to get back to work for the end of your lunch break. … Continue reading Maybe I’ll shout at the top of my lungs that photography is poor man’s painting. That’ll make sure I’m never invited back – sensitive, arty types.

1 Jan 1995 – Happy New Year, now where is the vodka.

J kept a diary for most of 1995.  Having read all our correspondence and his diaries in chronological order, 1995 seems like a pivotal year for his thinking and the many changes and choices he makes.   Sun 1 Jan 1995 – Well, well, how exciting! A new diary. I’ve been dying to use it for the last few weeks, last year’s was simply too small … Continue reading 1 Jan 1995 – Happy New Year, now where is the vodka.

I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.

Friday, 4 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, another letter to fill in another afternoon.  Spoke to Brett yesterday, he dropped in on his way home from Shiatsu.  I don’t know if you’re familiar with it but it’s an ancient form of Japanese massage healing.  It’s all to do with meridians that run through the body and how the organs relate with one another and the … Continue reading I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.