its a happenin

back to uni this week. wheels are in motion for a brand new arts society. 1st exhibition will be a collection of works focusing on the perception (& manipulation) of space, and how it includes, excludes and indulges the viewer. think installation, collage, paintings (duh) and my attempts at sound art. after the first show i am planning on expanding. yes expansion. the dream is more about exposure then money. Why exposure? so that it can be a continual thing in the lively melb underground scene rather then a tiny dark stain in the colourful sometimes illuscide atmosphere. stay tuned for more developments. and keep your eyes peeled for zenes that will soon be floating peacefully around melbs in support of this collective and fundraising PARTIES to come. tee hee

i dont wear pants

oh sweet sweet feminism.

spent the evening sitting on the porch cutting out images from old sewing patterns & collaging them with the age bussiness. then proceeded to cut the heads off of all the images of men. im straight like a fox. but eh. i like the idea of female dominanence. I don't wear pants. I wear dresses. Im kinda petite. Oh shes so cute. FUCK . can i buy you a drink? FUCK OFF? i think im killing shiverly with my lust for being independent from others. oh modern society you cheeky thing you. why are you so complex? why do you smoother me with your portrayals of the modern women. 'she can juggle her work with her children and have time to wash her hair'. pfft.

why cant power be dressed in frills and bows? or is that considered manipulative to all pre concieved idea of women. Like a rabbit with a gun. Oh they soo have me worked out. PSYCHE!

for what its worth

“For what it’s worth”; writings for my year 2 fine arts degree

What is freedom? What is it worth? What about the sensation one feels when trapped, what is it? Does it differ from being physically trapped? Or is freedom purely a sensation, could one be physically free like one can be trapped. Is it a feeling? Is it a verb rather than an adverb? And how does one know when they are actually free? Free of government and social politics, of society, and of the constraints of existence. Is it simply all in the mind, part of one’s psychology. Can one feel free when in imprisonment? And how does one achieve this sublime state of mind? Or is it, in the cruel nature of existence, that one can never attain absolute freedom in reality. That, through ones perception of reality they free themselves. Or conversely, is it said perception of reality that traps us.

Politically, is complete anarchy the ultimate answer to freedom? No power, no ‘man’ no entrapment? If so, is this kind of freedom really worth having? Is no structure really worth having (or not having)? And even if there is no structure would we actually be free? Or would our minds trap us. Is it part of the human condition to always be trapped in some sense or another? Could the influence of others be part of our lack of freedom in society? Is it the knowledge we gain through others be the seed of our limitation in existence. Is it ones greed for more, the arms race for possessions, have too great a control on our perception of freedom in society. Could knowledge be part of our entrapment? Or is it ones desire to know more, know EVERYTHING what traps us. IF we were free of influence and utterly ignorant to our surroundings would we be free? Would we be sane? Could insanity be the key to liberation? To be absolutely free does one have to sacrifice their perception of reality?
I believe, (in a generalized, middle class western civilization) we are as free as our minds will allow us to be, yet through these thoughts we trap ourselves.