Durer

Two years ago I was walking across the car park opposite my parents house when I found an outstretched decapitated wing much like Durer's rendition above. It was so strange. Where had it come from? And why was there just a wing? What happened to the poor bird? 

Durer has never failed to amaze me with his attention to detail, something I am entirely incapable of due to my lack of patience. To be precise is one thing, Durer also depicted what he saw with emotion. He favoured neither the beautiful or ugly. Anything that was honest was worthy of depiction. His drawing of his mother, above, is one of his best. While she is clearly ugly, old and tired she has been drawn truthfully and with love and adoration without shying away from how harsh her life had been. When I first saw her I was repulsed. Like most good things, she's grown on me. 

Stationery heaven

I had to run out of Loft before I bought everything in sight. Panicky shopping excitement!

Trash palace

 [The dump] ended up being the most difficult project I have ever worked on, both visually and emotionally.

The dump itself was visually challenging. The whole thing was horribly ugly.”

Misty Keasler

Oh gaga

A day for pretty things

That's all

Growing up is nice

It never fails to amaze me how differently we see the world. The diversity of appreciation and the 100 million different ways in which a thought can float through a persons mind boggles my own thoughts completely. 

What do you notice when you walk down the street? What makes you appreciate life?

I like looking at power lines, staring at peoples eyebrows, the patterns cracks make on the concrete, old people with funny hats and finding abandoned books, especially if there are inscriptions on the inside cover.  

When I even try to think about what everyone else is noticing my head implodes. I really like what Patrick Tsai and Coley Brown notice. Their blog is tops. You can find it here.

Down by the river

Today was perfect.