whingeing

The Smug. She has it.

by frogpondsrock on January 10, 2012

in potential insanity,whingeing

This cat, Veronica’s cat, is stopping me from doing any work.

We are engaged in an ongoing battle over the computer chair.

I leave the computer. The cat jumps into chair.

I throw the cat onto ground (gently), the cat jumps onto the desk, somehow she manages to press ctrl, alt, delete with her paws. Then she blocks the screen for good measure and starts banging her head into my hands, DEMANDING that I pat her.

Cat hair goes everywhere.

I need a tissue and get up out of my chair.

Cat jumps into my chair.

I think she is winning.

The Smug, she has it.

 

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It has been slow going in the studio, the recent south westerly weather has brought flurries of snow to the frog ponds rock household and it has been cold, very cold. I don’t have any heating in my studio and you can imagine how cold it gets inside a tin shed in the middle of a Tasmanian winter.

The clay is icy cold and my hands start to ache after a while but I crank the music up and throw the clay around the room to the beat of an eclectic mix of classical violin concertos, old punk and newer rock.  My current style of vigorous hand building where I throw the slabs of clay onto the floor and punch them into shape is a combination of my artistic expression as well as an attempt to warm myself up.

I am halfway through a sculpture class and we have just finished making a traditional clay bust from a life model. The level of finesse and patience needed to put in the delicate details like an eyelid were incredibly challenging for me to maintain, as my current working method is not delicate at all. I enjoyed getting the bones of the sculpture in place, the plane of the cheek bones and the angle of the jaw were satisfyingly easy to achieve. I can see some angular figurative sculptures in my near future.

There is balance in all things and I was completely at a loss as to know how to even begin to make the lips and as for the eyelids, wow what fiddly little fuckers they are. Surprisingly though, I thoroughly enjoyed making the ears, I think that is because even though the ears are very complex they are not quite as delicate as the eyes. I will make some more ears in the future. I don’t know what I will do with them or how they will work but I will make some.

 

Next week we move onto contemporary sculpture and we will be given the task of creating a site specific installation in a public space using only reclaimed cardboard. Did you see those four little words, “in a public space”  It will be fun but it will also be nervewracking. I know that I am going to be pushed out of my comfort zone again because we will be making a model of the site and our work before we do the installation.

I HATE making models, I seriously dislike fiddling about with little fiddly fucking bits of paper. I dislike measuring stuff so it all fits together and I really dislike having to pay attention to small details.

So it will be good for me.

I will get the moaning and whining and the don’t wannas out of my head here and then next week I will knuckle down and glue little fiddly bits of paper together to make a scale model *shudder* of the site. I will pay attention to the small details and I will take notice of those extra millimetres on the ruler instead of going she’ll be right and just trying to bang it together haphazardly.

And it will be good for me.

And only you and I, my dear internet, will know how difficult it will be for me.

It has nearly warmed up enough for me to go up to the studio and do some more work.

Just to be completely perverse after I have been moaning about not wanting to have to fiddle about with tiny details, here are some photos of my newest works in progress.

And yes, this work is incredibly fiddly.

 

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Hello my lovelies I am in need of your help. I will be sitting in the shop “Off Centre” every second Tuesday and I want to be able to access the internet from my laptop while I am there.

Yesterday was my first day in the shop and there is a lot of time when it is just me and the pots. It isn’t practical to take any work up with me to finish off up there and reading novels of a daytime makes me sleepy.

I bought a prepaid vodaphone usb stick thingy for my laptop and I installed that yesterday but oh my gosh what a pain in the butt it was. The internet connection kept on dropping out and when I did manage to connect it was incredibly, painfully, frustratingly slow. I would just get twitter to load to the point of signing in and then bam my connection would time out.

So how do you connect to the internetz when you are away from home? Who do you reckon I should talk to? Do you think that a mobile phone might be the way to go instead of using my laptop? Bearing in mind that I have to be frugal and that I can’t use a mobile phone here at home as we are in a Telstra black hole of doom, reception wise.

I want to be able to connect to twitter, my email, my blog and google reader. Now surely in the 21st century it should be simple.

I am off to the studio today to make the mould for the dragon eggs, I will try and remember to photograph the process so I can show you. But in the meantime Iam really really looking forward to hearing what you have to say about my connectivity problem. Cheers Kim

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The end is nigh.

by frogpondsrock on September 15, 2009

in blogging,potential insanity,whingeing

The end is nigh. The point of no return. The grand finale.

This is where you, the reader can feel free to insert whatever dramatic quote you like. I was thinking of a bit of Dylan Thomas myself. Or even a bit of Shakespeare, the bard is always handy for a descriptive word or two.

Not into poetic quotes? What about a Doors song then? ‘ The End’ seems remarkably apt.

Scratching your head yet? Wondering what on earth I am blathering on about this time?

Sorry.

Fear makes me a little more scatterbrained than usual.

Today, in approximately three hours I am having all my teeth taken out. The whole twelve of them that I have left that is. All my teeth will be unceremoniously yanked out. One by painful one. Then I will be sent home with a brand new set of shiny plastic choppers.

So what are you doing today my lovelies?

Tell me a story to cheer me up. Come out of lurkerdom and say “Hello Kimmy”

It would be very nice to come home from the dentist and be totally distracted from the pain and the dreadful lisp by your fantastic comments. It would be especially nice to see where some of my lurkers come from.

If you need me in the next two hours or so, I will be hiding under the bed.Shhhh.

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I will work out the title, later…

by frogpondsrock on May 24, 2009

in ceramics,Family,whingeing

Generally the title of a post will pop into my head and the words will just flow. Some days the words take on a life all of their own and seem to spill onto the paper of their own volition. Other days are like this one where the words don’t want to come out to play at all. I am trying to coax them out letter by letter but the bloody things are being coy this week and in their shyness they become all jumbled.

I have been flatstick busy and I am missing my blog but by the same token I haven’t really had anything to say.

As we head closer to winter I can feel a darkness of spirit settling about myself. I wouldn’t describe myself as being depressed, not by a long shot but my mood of late has been bleak.

I am worried that Veronica will end up in a wheelchair by the time that she is thirty. The birth of Isaac has seemed to really accellerate her Ehlers Danlos syndrome. She is dislocating  left, right and centre. It is like her EDS has decided to leap out of hiding and announce to the world, “Hi I am here and I am going to really fuck you over.”

My son David has started to smoke the occassional cigarette because he is stressed. David is a well educated boy who knows the dangers assosciated with smoking and he has decided to smoke anyway. I am heartsick.

# David has now decided to stop smoking. Hmmm, amazing what getting sprung will do.

Mum isn’t allowed to drive anymore so I am officially Mum’s chauffeur. I wish that I had a chauffeurie type hat though.

The accelerated destruction of the magnificent old growth forests in the Upper Florentine breaks my heart. Despite a global fall in demand for woodchips these forests are being destroyed and chipped. Total Fucking insanity.

And just in case Tasmanians were in any doubt about the direction our government is taking us the Premier has just recently announced that State Cabinet voted to abolish the Department of Environment, Parks, Heritage and the Arts as part of a cost-cutting drive. More Fucking insanity.

In other equally depressing news I received a reply from Woolworths assuring me that things on that horrific factory farm are being fixed as we speak. Right and all the pigs  are growing wings as well are they?

So these are a few of the things that are whizzling around in my head at the moment. But it is not all bad.

Mum is booked in for a quick zap of radiation treatment next week. Well five quick zaps to be precise. The radiation will shrink some tricky little bone mets in the back of Mum’s skull as well as one in her jaw. Unfortunately this means that Mum is going to lose her hair. So we went up to a zombie free section of the hospital and had fun trying on the wigs.

i-love-you-mum-xox

I have managed to squeeze some work in, I packed and fired the small kiln on Thursday. I am really excited to see how this lot of work turns out. Jientje’s tumblers are in this firing, as well as some side plates that I have been mucking about with.

the-small-kiln

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