Tag: art

What is it about us human beings and our capacity to always want what we can’t have? This book, for instance. It sat in my bookcase for six years, untouched, unloved, despite the fact I’d heard it mentioned by numerous sources over the years as a “must-read” for writers. Finally I gave it to my BFF, Frankie. Where it proceeded to lay in her bookcase, not for six years, but…you get the drift. Anyhoo, it was only when I was up visiting her last weekend that I came across it again. And for the first time EVER – I actually…

Today it has happened. A wave of panic has hit the shore of my being, leaving seaweed trails of anxiety that spell out “AGH! Only 10 days til you jet off to Adelaide for the Fringe!” on the eroding sand of the otherwise relatively calm beach of moi. Did you get that? If so, ten points. All is well. All will be well. But while my to-do list is battling it out with my sense of panic to see “who will be the largest of them all?” I am trying to calm myself with thoughts that even if all hell…

Image via Queensland Art Gallery/Gallery of Modern Art I am an ARTISTE!!!!!!!!! I have told myself since I was out of the birth canal, only now it’s official, yo! Namely cos I’ve been asked to give an industry talk at “Surrealism: Up Late” ┬áthis Friday night at Queensland Art Gallery. I’m talking about innovation and why it’s important. Which has gotten me thinking lots of things about risk-taking, failure and extending oneself and why we need to do it. I’ll post my thoughts (and possibly some vid, if I can manage it!) from the talk early next week. Naturally, while…

In the Beginning My daughter’s dresser looked like this. Then… …a naughty pixie with nothing better to do, broke in and did this. And so it was… …that a makeover was in order. Now, when I suggested this, what I had in mind was something quaint and colourful. Something like this. So when I spotted Little Miss setting forth with her Wednesday Adams-like shenanigans creative thunder, my first impulse was to stop her. I believe I even let out a little “eeeeeeeeeerrrrr”. You know the one. The sound of a hobbit swallowing his self-esteem in the face of the elf…

1. Truly faboosh blog. I’ve already spent hours there. 2. The gorgeous store Sweet William (where the adores-balls print above is from) on the Aussie version of Etsy, madeit.com I am in love with their stuff and already buying up big on hubby’s behalf dropping massive hints for Christmas. 3. Interested in starting a creative biz? 4. Oh yeah, have I not told you I’ve started an improv theatre company? I’m so damn excited it’s kinda ridiculous – we’ve got some very cool news indeed which I will be spilling very shortly. Can I get a woot? Woot. Thanks. 5.…