I moved. Again. I’m closer to the city now. The area I’m in is so dreamy. Big old terraces, beautiful gardens, cycle paths, creative weirdos. I love it. Here are some photos I took recently, including the infamous golden car of Fitzroy North. If you can’t tell, I’m tired. Moving is tiring. But it’s also great to be here. If you can’t also tell, I’m totally loving it.
I recently had a stint at Melbourne creative agency, Trout. They popped me on a beautiful project creating artwork for Victorian Opera’s 2017 program guide. After working on these, I am genuinely excited to try and catch a couple of the performances next year. If you’re curious to see the full guide, you can visit their website here: http://www.victorianopera.com.au/
It seems I’m on a roll with The Guardian, which is good news for this Guardian fan girl. They are doing a six part series on the impact robots will have on our work and lifestyle.
Part one starts with this paragraph, which gets my mind racing: When Aristotle described “the complete happiness of man”, he thought it would include, among other things, “self-sufficiency, leisureliness and unweariedness”. Unfortunately the philosopher concluded that “such a life would be too high for man” – it was suitable only for the gods. All the same, he encouraged humanity to keep striving to get as close to “complete happiness” as possible.
As you can probably tell from past posts and projects I’ve worked on, the current refugee crisis breaks my heart. When I say refugee crisis, I should emphasise that refugees aren’t the problem. It’s the treatment of them by countries who have vast wealth and facilities *cough cough* Australia *cough*. Honestly.
I won’t go on about it right now as the purpose of this post is to share with you a recent illustration commission I created for The Guardian and UNHCR. Working for The Guardian is a bit of a dream, really. I consider them some of the last real journalists. Also, UNHCR do incredible work, so again I was humbled to work on such a meaningful piece. The illustrations help to explain the disastrous situation in Syria while reminding us that there is always the possibility of peace and a brighter future. The below is just a small section, to view the whole piece click HERE.
I moved here a couple of months back and have only just taken myself on a proper photo mission around the suburbs of this glorious city. Yeah, the weather has been a bit rubbish. But supposedly bad weather is what gives a city its soul. It means more indoor activities and moody art. The photos from this day however were of sunny skies and (not that you can see it) warm floaty scents of the beginnings of spring. Unfortunately the colour and lighting is a bit off with most of the photos from this set as I only had my hands on 400 speed film. Who cares though, I had fun. Scanning in the negatives last night was part of the fun. A process I’ve missed.
I’ve been freelancing at a creative agency for the last couple of weeks. It’s quite an interesting jump from running my own business to being back in that kind of world. Really lovely people to be around though.
This weekend I did a whole lot of nothing. It’s what I needed. I did however pick some flowers from the garden and thoughtfully arranged them. Ikebana is an ancient form of art and meditation in Japan. It’s something I’ve enjoyed since I was a kid, but I of course didn’t know what it was way back then. I just used to walk around barefoot in my childhood garden snipping off lavender, azaleas (the leaves so sticky), ferns and nasturtiums. I would then sit on my front porch and take my time with arranging them just so. Then off to proudly present them to my mum because that’s who they were always, always for.
I have been very quiet on the blog front these last few months. I blame it on preparing for moving house….and now a couple of weeks settling in to said house. I moved from country Victoria to a suburb near the city of Melbourne. I can’t express how much I’m enjoying the creativity of this city and the warm hum of its people.
Another piece of excitement recently was having my work featured in an article on The Age. The work is from an educational app I provided illustrations for to help prevent racism in schools. I wrote about it a few blog posts ago. It was such a worthwhile project to work on and I feel so grateful for the opportunity, hey. You can read more about it here.
As someone still swimming around in grief, I found comfort in reading Slaughterhouse Five, by Kurt Vonnegut (possibly my third reading?). I find this particular paragraph from the book to be quite softening for me:
“The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever. When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is “so it goes.” “
I made this painterly caricature tribute to Vonnegut. I wish I could send it to him, apparently he used to be quite warm toward his fans. But his body is in a bad condition at this moment in time.