Versailles
I finally got a film back I’d taken in Paris and Cork, Ireland. No prints yet, but I scanned the negatives and I thought these came out alright. Currently incredibly pissed off at the owner of the Mill Markets in Ballarat, because he/she decided two days before my exhibition that putting stalls in the artspace would make more money. Hence, no exhibition.
Today I spent far too much money on wool, and spent an hour and a half in the doctor’s waiting room. Now my house smells like bacon.
someone had the right idea.Stained glass novels.
I despise organised religion. However, I find some of its creations stunningly beautiful.
I decided this morning to write a novel. I don’t care if no one reads it. It will say what I want it to say. So far, I have an idea, a protagonist and an ending. I’m fairly sure the rest is just filler.
Stay tuned for excerpts!
Bolts, Chimes & Electric Hummingbirds.
While in Paris in early December last year, I had the privilege of meeting a wonderful guy named Bastien, who very kindly showed a fellow traveller Lee and I around the oddities of Montmarte we surely wouldn’t have discovered alone. Bastien took us to see one of his exhibitions at “Le Cabinet des Curieux“, and I instantly fell in love with his dark, intriguing, simply beautiful pieces. You can find his work at his website, but I thought I would share a few of my favourites.
If you’re in Paris, go see this, but don’t tell me how good it is because I’d be ridiculously envious.
Père Lachaise
The resting place of Jim Morrison, and one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited. Lomo LC-A+
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