Yesterday we took the pups on the 1.5 hour drive to my parents place for Christmas. They ate ham and pork and some other kind of meat. They lounged on green grass in the shade of lovely trees. Tom climbed Compost Mountain and found a cauliflower ‘toy’. We took him to a safe paddock with an old trotting track on it and got him to run until he collapsed under a shady tree. Later on he relaxed on the grass again before getting excited by something and doing zoomies around my mum and dad’s back yard. Today, the pups have slept and slept and slept and slept some more.
Rabbit and the Moon was made in the second semester of 2007 with a combination of lithograph/linocut printed paper cutouts, before I’d discovered the wonders of using a multi-plane unit. It tells the celestial myth of how the rabbit came to live in the moon.
Special thanks to Vetti for the narration and Mr Crumpet for the music and sound.
In my family we do Kris Kringle giving for Christmas, and this time around I’m giving to my brother. I have a couple of bought gifts for him and wanted to add one of my coloured lithographs. He’s a commercial printer and last year he saw one of my lithographs at the printmaking auction. Before he even knew it was mine, he’d commented about how much he liked it. He wasn’t successful in his bidding, and I’ve been meaning to give him one as a gift since then.
The frame that I found wasn’t big enough for the coloured print on its own, so I tore it down and decided to add one of the models from my latest animation. I’m tempted to keep it for myself, and think I’ll do something similar with the other animation models.
In other handmade news, these are gifts in disguise…
My second last screenprint of Alas!, shown above, will be a part of the live auction, and my last Poor Alice screenprint and a large painting I’ve titled goodbye feet! will be available in the backroom sales part of the event. So if you’re in Melbourne tonight and want a bargain, come along.
I’m hoping to make enough to pay the vet bill I had to put on my credit card this afternoon… eek! Poor Stella got nommed on by very naughty Tom, who was protecting a very disgusting bone he’d snuck into the yard, dumped behind our house by some random **insert every nasty expletive you can think of here**. She needed an anaesthetic, stitches and antibiotics. And we’ve bought Tom a muzzle to wear until we can afford to train him properly. Lucky we’d already bought Christmas presents for most people…
