I think that is do-able internet.
I am sure that between us we can round up five hundred people who are willing to donate Ten Dollars each.
What am I talking about?
In October 2011 I was sick of dyeing my hair purple. My hair grows so fast and I am almost totally grey these days. I seem to be dyeing my hair every few weeks so I don’t look like I am perpetually wearing a skunk hat. Albeit a smell free skunk hat.
So I thought “fuck it” I am going to cut it all off and raise some money while I am at it.
Enter the Leukaemia Foundations World’s Greatest Shave
And so I signed up.
To cut off ALL my hair.
Which was all well and good BACK IN OCTOBER, when March was months away and I didn’t have to think about the consequences of my actions.
There were all sorts of lovely distractions, like weddings and pregnancies and Christmas and exhibitions and MONAFOMA and the list goes on and on.
I had been thinking that if I didn’t say anything about the WORLDS GREATEST SHAVE online I could just accidentally forget to cut off all my hair.
I could say that I had been far too busy and I totally forgot and promise to do it next year and all sorts of other lovely excuses.
But the reality is that cancer doesn’t accept any excuses. And if I am frightened about the prospect of cutting off all my hair at least I am choosing this path, not having the choice thrust upon me by chemotherapy or radiation.
So internet will you hold my hand again?
Will you help me reach my total?
Will you write a post for me on your blogs?
Will you donate Ten dollars?
Will you knit me a purple hat to hide under?
You can DONATE TO MY PAGE FOR THE LEUKAEMIA FOUNDATION”S GREATEST SHAVE HERE
To the words that pop into my head. Or to the order in which I do things.
I am so time poor at the monet internet that this blog is sorely, sorely neglected.
Maybe tomorrow I will write an insightful blog post full of charm and wit.
I am typing so hurriedly that I wrote monet instead of moment in my second sentence and I sat for ten minutes pondering the significance of that word exchange and I thought it looked so nice that I have left it there. I am now thinking about blurry paintings and what a shame it was that Monet had a hissy fit and destroyed so many of his paintings.
Speaking of paintings.
I am part of a group show in Burnie in the north west of the state, that opens in less than four weeks and we have all been given a canvas to use as our Artist Statement. I painted my canvas yesterday. I am going to add some text to explain my work as well as some photographs of the work in progress and maybe glue a cigarette lighter onto the canvas as well.
The hardest part about any job is starting.
Apparently you have to rub some white spirits over the canvas to break down the fibres. As the canvas was propped up on the shelf drying, I asked twitter how long I should wait before I started chucking some paint about. The answer I liked the most was straight away. So I set to work
These photos were taken with my phone.
I started off using a piece of cardboard as a paintbrush and smeared some yellow poster paint all over the canvas.
The cardboard soon became soggy and left little pieces of itself on my canvas, so I changed tools and started to use a cigarette lighter as my brush.I also fingerpainted quite a bit as well.
And this is the finished background to my Canvas Artist Statement. All I need to do now is tell the story of the body of work that I have made for “Fired Up” and have it all done by the end of February.
And of course remember to breathe…
Hello my lovelies, number 55 has a nice ring to it don’t you think? I am at work in the Off Centre again today so I don’t know if I will have time to visit you today or not. Anyhow without any further babble from me here is…
The Blurb
I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.
I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.
So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.
Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.
Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.
Link back here to me.
The Photos
The Blurb
I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.
I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.
So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.
Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.
Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.
Link back here to me.
The Photos
The Blurb
I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.
I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.
So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.
Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.
Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.
Link back here to me.
The Photos
I am tired internet. The let down from the preparation for the Exhibition Frenetica has left me drained. It is also the MONAFOMA festival and I am tearing all over the countryside enjoying myself and listening to great music and esoteric performance art.
So I only have one photo for you this week and It is a snap I took with my phone on the way to Phillip Adams Ballet Lab last night.
I shared this on twitter last night with the caption,
“Look Twitter, a uteload of ninjas. Ha! Now I know how they get everywhere so silently.”
