painting with the sunset, april 2014
painting with the sunset, april 2014
how often do you just-by-chance pause a video at basically the exact spot at which you already have a still
Technology is more trouble than it’s worth.
today i am twenty
yesterday i saw a rainbow and then a gasoline one
watched a video in film studies of glorious pre-code hollywood women set to Shake It Out
talked to two of my ‘mature age’ student friends who still refuse to be the grownup society wants them to be
saw two guys on the train with bow ties on and i knew they were going somewhere nice
today i saw four gasoline rainbows. in the rain.
now that i’m older… my heart colder
mine isn’t. cold hearts don’t gather this many beauties like dew on that iron-strength-fragile spiderweb.
you better look out below.
today i am twenty.
31/7/14 - 1/8/14
yesterday while on my way to school, i saw a coke can on the stairs that lead to my house. i actually don’t drink coke, but its iconic status and visuals draw me to it. wanting to run a test of chance, i stepped on it, squashing it so i could recognise it, and kept walking, thinking it would be funny if it was still there, exactly as i treated it (altered and left behind) when i next came up the stairs.
today, it was there, like it was waiting for me, the person who was interested in it, who liked it. giving inanimate objects personality was an interest of mine as a child. after i looked down to pick it up next to my shoe, i realised that, by total accident, we matched. it was even the same shoe i had squashed it with. i took this colour record today. the little can who waited for me, the little can i matched.
are you allowed to think that laptop photos lit by only the screen remind you of bill henson photographs?
i took this photo with my camera in the crook of my elbow while on a walk with my father through 600-year-old forest in Tasmania. i believe the blurring is my purple hair lying over the lens. i like the idea of making an image with no vision of what it actually is. - Tess C.
new work on wandering
me in the florentine valley, tasmania
photos by ian connellan of curious traveller
(LOL the bottom left, i’m too craven to put it on Facebook)
i keep having these mind crises about my art and where i want to go with it because i love film and photography (not photography as much as i used to i daresay) but i also love nearly every other discipline and i love experimenting with paint and installation and performance and sculpture and basically everything especially together and being a multidisciplinary artist and i keep having imagination sessions about studying fine art and being in a studio with a bunch of other kids and throwing things at each other and singing along to songs obnoxiously loud while we’re working and roping each other into our artworks and helping each other and inspiring each other and being surrounded by people as weird and open-minded as me because i love and have that community on this here internet but i only tasted it in reality with my much loved high school art classes but now i can experiment and be free more than ever and i have so many ideas so i want that environment back maybe but my degree is screen and sound and i care about that too and i just wish i had endless time and money to do it all and i just fucking fucking fucking love art and creativity of all kinds and i want to be having shows and exhibitions and screenings (especially with others) and hopefully they’ll come but for now i’m just hyperactively creative and constantly inspired to an almost dangerous degree but i think it is mostly positive because it makes me do new works and/or add ideas to my endless lists of things to develop and even without the “making my own work” side of it being inspired and loving art is something fine just on its own to make you happy and i need to remember that more because remembering that it’s ok to be just happy and not attach it to work is important and wow this is mind spin-out, bye
i can see the chandelier in this photograph of me when i was a child
it’s in in my room here at my father’s home
i like it