Wednesday, 23 June 2010

200 Portraits and a Carrot Cake.

I have blue hair.

I dyed it last night. I used some really good dye. I used Fudge Paintbox dye which is the best coloured dye I've ever used. My mum used it to put pink in my hair when I was a lot younger and I used to wear a red bandanna over it. A couple of years ago I dyed all my hair bright pink and it looked amazing. A lady on the bus asked me if I was a rockstar and countless little girls walked past me with their parents pointing at me and saying they wanted hair like mine. SO. I went online and found a person on amazon who sold that particular kind of dye in the UK and I got a colour called 'blue hawaii'.
But yeah! This is a terrrrible picture because it's just a phone one I took to post on twitter. You can also see what a mess my desk is. Whoops.

Today I'm going to watch Sleeping Beauty. In my hunt for interesting facts and things, I discovered this, which is supposedly an early version of the story: Sun, Moon and Talia (click)
I thought it was interesting (also if you don't understand the story, while slightly different, the plot on the wikipedia page makes way more sense).

Aaaanyway, I've been doing this project...I'm doing 200 portraits of all different people who send me their photos. Someone even sent me a picture of their horse. You can do it too: CLICK!
You can see some of the pictures there, but here are a couple of my favourites:

Paloma(13/200) and Sarah (1/200)

So yeah. That's what's going on.
I also did a brief interview for Monster Girl Writes (which is a brilliant blog, by the way) and if that goes up, I'll post a link here.

Later, dudes.

Monday, 7 June 2010

-24th April 2010, Shepherds Bush.
Partly at Paloma's house, partly to combat boredom during quieter moments at the merch table.

I uploaded a bunch of stuff to facebook, if we're friends on there.
My mum kindly uploaded this photo she took of me at the bus station just before I left London, also:

I can't say I'd thank her for it.

Thursday, 3 June 2010


As far as I know, I have to go home. Or I get to go home. I haven't decided.
Going home means getting to go swimming.
Going home also means I lose most of my possessions and someone I care about.
The longest I remember living in one house=3 years.
The shortest I remember living in one house=6 months.
I'd say on average I usually spend around a year and a half living in a house.
There was the one with the garage on the hill that I pointed out saying 'we lived there!' each time we went past it for years, even though I don't remember living there.
There was a two storey house in a weird sort of court where all the houses matched and my dad had 2 mokes and I liked to dress up as Pocahontas and steal pea pods from the plants that grew from our neighbours yard into ours.
There was the house in a court in Mill Park where I made enemies of the girls who lived on the other end, out of which we eventually moved because of earwigs. They were everywhere. We were plagued by the things.
There was the beautiful but small house in Ocean Grove. A 10 minute walk from the beach, a lovely backyard...My nanna owned it and now she lives in it.
There were others but when I try to remember them my mind just goes blank.
I've lived in different houses in different countries and states so that means that when I build up a collection of things...things that I'm used to being able to see and touch and use...I often have to lose them. And friends...I have lost so many friends. Sometimes I've left town and not bothered to tell the friends or I never bother to keep in contact (the internet has changed this ever so slightly, which is wonderful). Once I came out of school and met my dad and he said that we were moving to Sydney and I didn't have any say and I didn't get to tell my best friend until we'd driven all the way to Sydney and I got to call her when I got there.
I used to have so many books. As a child, I read all the time. I read and I drew. All I did. I lived in the library.
I had so many books that they filled boxes and bookshelves and every time I moved I had to get rid of most of them. But my collection would always build back up, as if by magic.
It's slowed over the years.
I spend less time reading but I still have more books than I could carry to another continent. I also have more CDs and DVDs and I have all these random bits of life that it would absolutely kill to lose.
I get jealous of the people I meet who live in the same house they lived in when they were 3 or whose parents (or one of their parents) still live in the house in which they were concieved because that means the possibility of going through boxes and finding things you haven't seen since you were 6 and old photos and not building up your life, wary of the fact that one day you might have to give it all away or just lose it. Once when I was younger one of my mother's friends lived with us and she came home to find that she'd stolen everything we owned except for the TV and a box of photos.
If you're one of those lucky people who has barely moved their entire life, I'm jealous. You should take advantage of that and go through all the cupboards in the house right now.

All that said, I'm not disappointed with how things are. I've travelled so much and seen so many places.
I just want to stop for a little while.

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'Audrey was born as a muffin in the early 20's. After nearly eight decades of staying the same age, she moved to London and was declared a fully grown human. She is an artist and also chocolate flavoured.' -Bekki Lisciandro • 'Like a lizard on prozac' -Sophia Moss • '[] a brilliant exploration of themes that reveals an intelligent stream of consciousness through a varied and engaging gallery of work. I was captivated, amused and driven to want to return to this site.'