I Went On My NGV Expedition

There wasn't much to see, but it was good to do in any case. These examples are lifted from a Google Image search, but have similar methods. I then had a look at the Decorative Arts area, which has a bit of Icon stuff, and caught my eye (thanks Paola).

Hmmm... One's mind gets to thinking...

Whenever I go to the gallery, my brain hurts. I need to formulate and process a lot now, or I'll burst and it won't be pretty. Alternatively, it might be very pretty, depending.

I went to Maria George's but they were re-arranging and said come back tomorrow and I may just sneak down at lunch time since I'm busting.
I caught a bus to Ruby's (20 minutes) but caught the wrong one and 3 buses and 2 hours later I arrived, exhausted and pathetic and couldn't stay long.
I wanted a massage but my dearest and nearest is pre-occipied with house renovation plans.

I found a package with new, knitted, baby jumpers on the bus and handed it in. Then and hour later I left a package with Chrissy pressies at the bus stop by the station and when I rang up, the very nice man ran and got it for me for safe keeping.

'Death Proof' by Quentin Tarantino

We went to see this yesterday. VERY GOOD!! Funny and clever and good to look at. Yet another great Tarantino film. A good big screen movie with some great rags. Funkorama Extraordinaire!

I want to say more but don't want to give you any clues at all... Let me just say that the entire cinema started clapping when it finished!

Speaking Of Which...

This is brilliant! I still can't seem to make the YouTube addition thingy work, but if you go here you'll find a treat!

And by the way, those old forgers got a 'Guilty!' verdict after as little deliberation as the Judge would allow. I know it sounds awful, but I was pleased as punch. Greed and all that.

Justice, you know.

I Had To Go And Have A Look...

Yari Country 1989

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Uluru

The thing is... I'm an Aussie and I love the desert and have great empathy for this land and the people that live(d) here before me and mine... but I've never been particularly, especially moved by our indigenous art. Before now. But I've been sitting in court, listening and looking at the amateurish, greedily executed forgeries made to rip-off the great Aussie artist Rover Thomas, the Rothco of Oz (so called by someone very very famous), who's work I saw for real today at the Ian Potter (Fed Square) gallery just so I would know the difference.

The images have snuggled in under my skin and I love them. LUFF. Today I got it for the first time and for that, I thank those forgers. They stole them but because they did I was introduced.

I mean, it's obvious the forgeries are just that, but how anyone in the know could ever have mistaken them is beyond me. Maybe they were more interested in their cut of the action to look too closely (although I must add that it was a guy from Sotherby's that finally called the cops).

Thomas's work has a texture that makes my little heart go pitter-patter. The paints are made with natural earth pigments, mixed with natural (tree?) resins and are rich and warm and luscious. The other's are student quality, scumbled, acrylic, crap!! With pretend dust on the back... oops, conte, not dust!

So all I can say is... Go Rover!

P.S. The Uluru image is very similar to a dream I had of a Wagga design.

More Sketches

And remember these pretty girls.

Well, I think they're pretty, but I can see what I mean.

The Original Rabbit's Cubby

I'll photograph the rest of Ruby's story soon. My favourite stitch, Ceylon Stitch. It's like Vandyke Stitch.

The belt is what I have come to call Fluffy Stitch.

Ruby used to write and write and write. Stories about lovliness and blood and sick and babies. I would scribble an interpretation on another bit of paper and send letters to her grandparents.

Claire's Man

I made the legs longer. Poetic Licence you see.

Ceylon Stitch pants man.