The show I produced, starred in and made the sets for, Slutmonster and Friends, was successful beyond what we could have ever hoped for. We recieved wonderful audience reactions, sold out several nights, had a couple of fantastic reviews and got awarded "highly commended in comedy" by the Melbourne Fringe Festival.
So obviously we had to take the show to the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. We have a bigger venue, more shows and even a director this time! Should be good.
Here's a promo we made for the show late one night, unfortunately it was a little bit slapped together but I promise we put much more effort into the show itself.
Go check out the Slutmonster website and I hope to see you at the show!
Tickets have gone on sale for Slutmonster and Friends!
This is really happening!
So we just released the website for our Melbourne Fringe Festival show, Slutmonster and Friends.
More information soon but for now go check it out, follow us on Facebook, Twitter and spread the word! I am excited and terrified about this show which will run for eight nights in October, we'd love to see you there!
Trying to think about things I can achieve with my hands since it looks like I'm stuck with the RSI for awhile yet. A lot of photography hurts but I seem to be ok with my camera on a tripod and not too much digital editing. Had a photography project in my head for ages now so I might do that later in the year, for now I've been playing.
So today I stumbled across some photos of old artworks of mine from highschool. In 2000, I went back to school after years of being homeschooled due to health problems. The problem was that I was far behind everyone in every class except I discovered that I excelled at one class... art. The teacher was incredibly encouraging of my work and I discovered a sense of purpose that I had not had for many years.
Anyway, here's my portfolio from my first year back at highshool. I was 15-16 during the time I made these artworks and still sick quite a lot. Still, I very intensely remember the excitement and unexpected confidence that I felt when making these.
These were the first charcoal drawings and acrylic paintings I did when I was taught the tricks of observational art at the start of the year. I caught on right away and it no longer seemed like magic to draw and paint things that looked like things. It was purely a sort of... science I suppose. I got a bit bored and impatient doing the observational stuff, I must admit, so cut a lot of corners and already was painting in "unreal" sorts of colours and bolder brushstrokes, I fell in love with the visible brushstroke from the very start.
These next paintings were the first I ever did in oil and I was looking at the impressionist art movement at the time. I remember getting excited by seeing just how quickly I could do these paintings... I still get kicks our of painting as past as I can, there's something really pleasing about not fussing over details and perfection.
Now these were where the real fun started and were probably the first hints of where my art was going to head in the future. I was looking at expressionism, the fauvists and pop art. I was falling in love with bolder bruskstrokes, cartoony style, more raw and expressive stuff. Yeah.
Then I studied abstract art (you can see a couple of small replicas of a famous abstract artist whose name escapes me) I fell in love with making textures but mostly found that abstraction wasn't really my thing and still retained something of the figuritive in my artwork.
Though I can now see how very "highschool art student" these works were, I was so proud of my art back then... I wonder if it is possible for me to regain that pride I once felt in my work? I really bloody hope so.
Early this month, I went as a visiting artist to my old art school for a week. In the first three days, I did an installation in a little hallway there (I had originally planned to use a gallery space but there were timing issues so I had to reconfigure my ideas to work in the hallway space instead). I basically had to create everything in the installation from scratch including the slime/landscapes, painted walls, painted soft sculptures etc. Check it out:
I consider the work "unresolved" but it was a good opportunity to play and experiment and there's things happening in it that I like. All things considered, not bad for three days of art making (and about four hours spent documenting the work as the size of the hallway made it really tricky to photograph) right?
Returning to my old art school after almost 7 years away was an amazing, inspiring, intense and emotional experience. The support I recieved was incredible, doing an artist's talk was terrifying but critiquing the final year student's work was an absolute blast, the students were a lovely bunch and hopefully I gave them some vaguely useful feedback. I also had a student journalist interview me for an article in the local paper, I'm pretty awkward in interviews but you can check it out here if you like.
I spent a large part of my time during the week with the talented, intelligent and amazing Rich Kereopa (AKA Huka Hori aka... uh, sorry, I can't remember all your names, Huka, you'll have to reresh my memory!) who I used to share a studio with during our art school days and who has gone on to become an incredible weaver, performance artist and all up inspiring person. He performed all through the week and has left me with a great deal to think about. I feel utterly blessed to have this friendship and to be able to witness Rich's growth as an artist and person.
On the final morning of my very brief visit, my wonderful, supportive and gorgeous friend Angela made us an incredible breakfast. It (and her, resplendent in jewels and pearls!) was a work of art in and of itself.
I am a very lucky person to have such wonderful people in my life.