CrumpArt

This one’s courtesy of PZ.

This little piece of awesomeness comes via Bad Astronomy.

I have a few pieces in the latest salon-style show at Pigment Gallery in Melbourne. The show opens tonight, but is on for just over two weeks on level 2 of the Nicholas Building, near the corner of Swanston St and Flinders Lane in the city.

The pieces I’ve entered are stills from the animation I made last year. In the catalogue, they’ll appear as The Kraken, Alice Falls and The Kraken Rises, but yesterday when signing the proofs, I changed the titles to Below the thunders of the upper deep, Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? and In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. I’ve printed an edition of 20 12″ x 18″ photographs for each piece, available from the gallery at $100 each.

I hope you can come along and have a look at some stage during the show.

Come along!

On the first day, I rested.

On the second day, I finished o w l s. Possibly the most wonderful thing I have ever made. Rav details.

On the third day, I started taking photos of old knitwear, and began to notice a trend in my preferences. This one is Cathode — Rav details here.

On the fourth day, I tried to distract you from my love of short sleeved jumpers with macro pictures of loosely knit mohair. I made Loopy repeatedly as a thinner scarf for many people, and it was this that sparked my undying love for Debbie New and Unexpected Knitting. This one was a replacement scarf for my sister. I never gave it to her. Apparently I haven’t added this to Ravelry yet.

On the fifth day, I said “LET THERE BE LIGHT!” And accidentally set my kneecaps on fire. This is Puff from Fitted Knits, another short-sleeved cardigan. Rav details.

On the sixth day, I unravelled something that was going nowhere. While wearing cheerful heart-covered socks.

And on the seventh day, there was a toe.

I may or may not have mentioned, but the new job I started almost three months ago now is at the State Library of Victoria. I’m working as a collection officer, which means I’m the person who retrieves all the books requested from the stacks. It’s pretty much the perfect job for me — there’s lots of moving around so I’m not stuck at a desk all day; it’s in the city in a wonderful building; the work is methodical, indulging my anal-retentiveness and slight OCD tendencies; it’s a relatively simple job that doesn’t drain my creativity (like my old job in advertising did); I no longer have to sign up people for store credit cards and my job security is not based on how much people spend; my boss is not evil.

And best of all, there’s the books. I love to read, but I also love books as physical objects. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who knows me, of course. So week 10 of twitter365 was dedicated to books — the ones I was reading, my favourites, the recipes I followed, the bookplates I started making… and the things that were unsorted have been resolved.

I have an idea for a book that I want to write. I’m about to start the research. I get the feeling that 2008* 2009 is my crop rotation year — where I stop focussing so much on visual artwork and pursue slightly different creative projects instead. It should be a fun ride.

*2009. 2009. 2009. Apparently I still don’t actually know what year it is.

I’ve once again entered the weird and wonderful world of podcasting. I must say, it’s a helluva lot easier and more enjoyable with a bunch of other (enormously fun) people in the room.

This one’s all about our fair Melbourne town. Check it out — Macabre Melbourne.