Wednesday, September 30, 2009


 ...So my advice to young artists is definitely flavoured by what I like about working the way I work and my generation tended to work, and that's by sort of purging your work of references to other people and putting yourself into a position. See, I think our whole society is much too problem-solving oriented. It is far more interesting to [participate in] "problem creation" - it's more interesting than problem solving. You know, ask yourself an interesting enough question and your attempt to find a tailor- made solution to that question will push you to a place where, pretty soon, you'll find yourself all by your lonesome - which I think is a more interesting place to be.
Chuck Close

Inside the Painter's Studio, Joe Fig

Sunday, September 27, 2009



My field of perception is constantly filled with a play of colours, noises and fleeting tactile sensations which I cannot relate precisely to the context of my clearly perceived world, yet which I nevertheless immediately 'place' in the world, without ever confusing them with my daydreams. Equally constantly I weave dreams round things.

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception, Routledge 2002, xi



flowers on the windowsill in the hallway


Friday, September 25, 2009


I received this present from my friend Jaki. When I opened it I thought that it was the most beautiful thing that I could think of, the perfect present! It took my breath away and I felt like I was 10 again. A green heart mirror, who would have thought. The funny thing is that Jaki said that she also gave the same thing to another friend and she gave it back to her saying that it wasn't really her thing.





I also got this the other day. I brought something from a chemist, and after I paid, the person looked at me and then pushed this across the counter towards me. I normally don't take these extra things, but then I looked at it and hoped that it was eyeshadow and that it was blue, so I took it. When I got home I opened it and it is a compact mirror/hairbrush. Who would have thought.
I feel like I now have everything that I need in life. The weird thing is that I don't actually brush my hair and that if I used this it would probably get stuck in my hair. I suppose I could pretend that it was a hair clip.





Thursday, September 24, 2009

two rings


18ct yellow gold Pledge ring set with a green tourmaline


18ct white gold Pledge ring set with an aquamarine


both rings available at e.g.etal

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

bird of paradise by Natalia M.P.


This drawing was sent to me by Natalia, she thought that it would be a good friend for the bird watercolour I posted a couple of days ago. I think so too.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Lately I feel torn between the need to make objects and the desire to work on paper/canvas. My priority is always finding the appropriate medium to explore my subject, at the moment I need to do both. I wonder if that compromises one or the other. can you do both. i wonder. Overriding that is the pressing need to pay the rent and bills and artwork comes in second. always. My jewellery helps me at this end, but again, lately I wonder what the work would look like if it didn’t have so much to be accountable for. All these thoughts are making me tired. And I start dreaming of jobs with paid lunch breaks and superannuation. And then the art dreams go quiet. A dilemma.



Bettina Speckner, at a talk she gave at the beginning of the year, said that you can not make art jewellery and production jewellery, production compromises the art. That it is better to earn a living from paid work and let your work reflect your intentions outside of the constraints placed by responding to a market. Hearing this I questioned what I was doing, but have continued to make production jewellery. Lately I am wondering about a number of things, but I know that when it comes to the crunch, I cannot stop making things and that will continue. But I suppose sometimes you have to wonder about the nature of things.


the sea

Sunday, September 20, 2009



Thursday, September 17, 2009


New Buffalo

It all comes down / it all comes down
It all comes down to what you do
to what you learn
to what you say
to what you wear
to what you make
to what you shake

you cried your eyes out when I was gone
you want the truth / well here you are
I'm the drunk and your the star

you cried your eyes out when I was gone
so much happiness in longing for what you are
longing for what you are / and what you could be

it all comes down / it all comes down
it all comes down to how you care
and how you share
for what you say
for when your there
to what you make
to what you shake

you cried your eyes out when I was gone
you want the truth / well here you are
I'm the drunk and your the star

you cried your eyes out when I was gone
so much happiness in longing for what you are
longing for what you are / and what you could be

oh you are longing for what you love
longing for what you love
your longing for what you want to be


Wednesday, September 16, 2009


watercolour, pen

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

my next door neighbour's lemon tree



Monday, September 14, 2009


pen, watercolour

Friday, September 11, 2009

Return often and take me,
beloved sensation, return and take me-
when the memory of the body awakens,
and old desire again runs through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.

Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember...


Borders are infinitely unstable. The only unifying determinant is the positioning of the line and the cognitive realisation that when one penetrates the endlessly fracturing corridor a space begins it's presencing.

Martin Heidegger


Thursday, September 10, 2009

night and day

This is the work that I have in It's got legs
currently on at RMIT.
At the beginning of the year I did a workshop with Bettina Speckner, and the title of the workshop stayed with me. Black and Night. Black and the night.

Sterling silver, onyx, hypersthene, enamel paint, cotton thread, beads

sterling silver, 18ct yellow gold, enamel paint, cotton thread