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.
It was a week of hangovers, internet protests and dreams of seeing a film that I can’t because it hasn’t been released here yet.
After a week of the wideangle lens and full body shots, I ran like a crazed schoolgirl back to my beloved macro for my 365 series. My eyes weren’t dealing well at the time with the heat, so I decided to make them my focus for the week.
After taking the above shot outside and without flash, I decided to see what I could do with it. The following picture was a bit of an experimental accident and is one of my favourites. It feels like my skin and eyelashes are part of a landscape.
I then started using the macro less and struggling more with my pictures. The next one is altered all to hell, and I like to picture it less as a photo of my eyes, and more as a representation of a moth.
And then another night of taking the pictures late and struggling with low light graininess as a result.
The next day, while waiting on news about a job interview I’d been for during the previous week, I got a call from RMIT saying that it would be a very, very good idea for me to put in an application for the Master of Fine Art program. As soon as possible. After three months waiting for news on my Honours application, this was very, very exciting. And terrifying, as the job interview I’d been for was for a full-time position. I received a call from one of my referees a few hours later, who said that she’d been contacted and was fairly certain I’d get the job.
The next day was my 10 year anniversary with Mr Crumpet. It was all going well until I found that the dogs had partially dug up Henry (…again…) and were fighting over who got to chew his jaw bones. Rather upsetting, to put it lightly. Still, I managed to get my shit together, take my application in and then go and see The Wrestler with the Mister. And this is how I felt when I got home.
