Archive for April, 2010

Sometimes there are things you think about saying, but it’s best for all concerned that you don’t. On Monday morning I got up and looked out my window. I was in a state of undress, but that’s beside the point. I could see the rain breaking – a circumscribed, lit-up¬†ladder of it – from far […]


I saw this today on Buckle Street, driving by, and drove back tonight to get a photo of it. It has been made with ripped up bandages and rags. I’d like to know who made it, and what possessed them. I like it when messages from the street come out of nowhere and stay with […]


the gum tree

24Apr10

Life in boxes. I feel like I’m almost on the brink of liberation (if the definition of brink is something actually quite wide and cushioned,¬†something only giving the illusion of imminence and drastic, instantly unrecognisable life-alteration). Today we started moving into our storage space. It’s quite dinky. And while the unit is already about a […]


Fridayness. And soon for the boxes.


Last night I said I would call this post I buy things off the internet in the dead of night etc, and so I did. This is our official Damien Hirst internet purchase. It’s a photo of a bunch of unravelled TDK SA 60 cassette tape. A friend came over for dinner the other night […]


Imagine this photo is all one perspex panel. It is, but I couldn’t get it into the one frame because it’s jammed in the stairwell. (Directly under our Damien Hirst, but that’s tomorrow’s post, entitled I buy things off the internet in the dead of night & don’t know what the hell they are). So, […]


the way it is

19Apr10