Art

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I made my first animation! — GIF version of cover art I designed for my crew Ungus Ungus Ungus’ new album release, Constellations. Bonus: my vocals/lyrics appear on tracks 2 and 5.

Listen here: https://ungusungusungus.bandcamp.com/

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Coming soon: an in-person workshop (Melb)

For now, a poem:

Art is forever making itself, piercing the fabric of the world

like an embroidery needle and looping back up,

threads of life following. 

Let these lines - permutations of vibrating matter

- be gold boughs laden with darkly beaded pomegranates.

—NS

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The green ones have come from the other world, tipsy like the breeze up to some foolishness…

—Rumi

As I was assembling this seasonal altar in the forest yesterday, I had a strong flash of body memory from when I was a kid. I had a book about a little girl who made furniture for faeries… I don’t really remember what the story was, but I remember the bodied feeling of enchantment specific to that story. Now there’s a whole new story to be stitched together from the gossamer threads of this breezy forest interlude. In the mix is a seam linking old Irish faerie lore and Rumi’s mention of ‘the other world’.

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“Play isn’t doing what we want, but doing what we can with the materials we find along the way.”

// Bogost, 2016 in Play Anything: The Pleasure of Limits, the Uses of Boredom, and the Secret of Games

Photo taken by a friend at pre-2020 house party; glamour conjured in collabs with the hosts’ dress-up closet

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“Inhabited space transcends geometric space” //Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space 1958.

The virtual space, while geometrically awkward for the body, is inhabited.

These are some of my self-reflective notebook pages from Creative Resilience, an online studio I’ve been co-facilitating in recent months in partnership with McClelland Sculpture Park + Gallery >>

Triad

Triad

Seed (Fire)

Seed (Fire)