PC Art Exhibition

Last year Liz's mum pulled some strings and got me wall space at the Perth College Art Exhibition for In Loving Memory of the 2nd Hand CD Store (19++-2005), my tribute to the Perth-Mandurah railway construction. It sold, and i got an extended invitation to contribute to the next show...

...which opens this friday night!

I will be pimping out my three of my Charles Street landscapes,
















Charles St, North Perth (Slik's Used Cars)

Charles St, North Perth (The Drive Thru)

Charles St, North Perth (The Old Corner Servo)

Remix

Kicked outa the Studio

The Burt St art studios where i have plied my trade for more than a year are owned by an old italian man. Or rather, the big former jam factory building is his: over 15 years, Rudy has decked out the interior with partitions and lights, a little kitchenette and a heap of character (thus making them studios).

Last week the old italian man's son-in-law convinced him that the rent he makes out of the artist-tenants is minimal in comparison to the land's market value. So they jacked the rent by 300%. I paid $40 a week for my studio space, as did 13 other artists. None of us can afford our studios now.

BHS Alumni Art Exhibition

I was casually hanging out in Europe when i was contacted by my former english teacher and current Bridgetown High School Principal Mr Bullied, asking me to organise an art exhibition of former students to coincide with the Alumni Weekend of March 2007.

It took me about 6 months to actually start said organisation, and now in a rush it is upon us!

For a couple of weeks from the 10th of March, the Bridgetown Pottery Gallery will host the best art from the best artists from Bridgetown High School's renowned artistic history. We have a graduate of 1955 and one of 1957. We also have a fair few more concentrated around my own years at the school.

Hot shit.

If you're in Bridgetown or fancy a 3 hour drive, go check out the show and buy our stuff:)

cheesey room entry

Farrk! today i nearly knocked myself out at work.

Trying to do a wicked entrance to the cheese room and to impress Ross (I was sort of hyper and felt like killing some energy), I ran at the cheese room door to burst through the blue plastic hanging flaps (how else do you descibe them?) with a sick fly kick inwards. It would have been awesome... but i didnt really consider the height of the door and the height of me (im part of the european foods tall crew). So my forehead slammed smack into the top of the door and i flipped backwards onto the ground with my feet flying above me.

Ross was concerned.

And to my surprise i wasnt hurt or concussed.

Ross laughed at me and called me an idiot.

That was my day.

*Six* Ruby St

The bad-boys of 5 Ruby St had something very rare and of high value at the beginning of 2007. No, not a shared-network goldmine of porn downloads...

a vacant and rentable room!
for the modest weekly price of $60 (or $8.55 a day).

Gene returned home from Europe to his $200 per week* flat, a casual job picking and packing orders at a respectable food wholesalers and a dream. A dream to continue exploring the atlas, first-hand. Something didn't add up.

"I'm really bummed about shit right now," Gene said one evening during a game of one-on-one b-ball. "Work is boring, rent is too high and i really miss Mel." His shot clanged off the rim and was rebounded by Macca.

"Coup's lonely too man," Macca suggested. "Perhaps you could just have some casual." Pump faking Gene into the air, Macca kissed the ball tenderly off the backboard and into the net.

"Gross man. Coup's hot but he's not really my type," Gene replied, with some impressive crossover dribbles. "Plus he has major poobs." Point taken.

"Well, what else can we fix? Hey, we have a spare room, you'd be saving over $150 a week if you moved in. And you'd make our rent cheaper too." Colm cheered from within the house. Macca drained another trey.

"Fuck yeah. Is that cool? That's a great idea man. I'd save so much money to travel with, wouldn't have to work as much at Euro's... plus i could live in this sick house. You're awsome!"

"I wish i could say the same about your game. I win." With that, Macca bounced the alley-oop to himself, and while slamming home the winning points, he slapped a sticker of his face at the top of the backboard.

And that's the way it is...



*some important details in this story have been inflated for entertainment value

Rhys' Film Ep.II

Rent Inspection #1

We passed!!!

!!!

(we failed the last one, and they threatened to evict us if we failed this time)

Terrorists Hold Hostages at European Foods

At European Foods (where Gene and I have worked for the last 5 years) i have always had morning tea up on Lake St at the Re Store. So does Malcolm. Luis and Rhys do too.

Anyway, Rhys (pictured) is studying film part-time at some institution, which is funny cause i always assumed he was a dead-head full time employee like everyone else at work, going nowhere. About a month ago i asked him about the course, and ended up volunteering to act in a 15 minute feature film he was to write and direct.

About terrorists...

Filmed on location at European Foods.

I was a terrorist who falls for the saucy hostage babe, Gene was a cop/counter terrorist/grand enterer and Liz was the aformentioned saucy hostage babe.

Stay tuned for more movie news.

Australia Day

It was a bit like limbo at Ruby st this year as part of the crew were planning to head to the more happening party with Asher at Munga after the countdown (later described primitive, apparently by ten there were three guys passed out on the lawn?), and the rest were made up of Ben Jones' (smones) friends, Kate, the Day sisters and the occupants and girlfriends of the house. It was a premature ending but not with out its fun. The kiddies pool filled with Genes' miniature Australian flags floating around digging themselves into peoples skin served well in helping us not melt into the burning bricks, a few basketball related drinking games, cooked cow and baci ice creams, I think Tom ended up with the most chin ups (13) in the car-port chin up competition and Ben Jones brought a smoke machine and some attractive friends. The usual focal point of Australia day (JJJ Countdown) was more like background music this year as there were minimal songs we were exited for. The day didn’t par with last year but was a generally fun and pissy day around the pool.