I WILL PREVIVE [A Side Serve Of Stones] diary extract, 21 June 2017

THE INBETWEENERS series (2017)

“Yesterday I tried very hard to be normal, for the morning at least. The shower bop was back! Hip hop hooray! I peeled the remaining steri-strips off my tummy to the dawn disco. What lay beneath? To my surprise, all was good. A short smile lay under my tummy button and when I looked at my torso in the mirror I thought about all the scars in star constellations. The plough? Is that the same as the saucepan? The southern cross? Orion? I’d better brush up on my astronomy for a bigger picture. Full face on, proper clothes on, watch on. Good to go out out.

I had my bloods taken at “Gastrocare.” Gastro Lady didn’t care that much. In fact she didn’t give a stuff about me! I wished Gastrocare was a Gastropub or La Gastronomie or ANYTHING food related so I went straight to Macca’s for a second brekkie. Food dreams can come true! Sausage-egg McMuffin later I got my specs tightened from all the hospital overuse, then hit the sales for some retail therapy and general joy. I shop therefore I am, right? I existed just by being a flat, grey dag out in that daggy shopping mall. But it was weird. I was so, so tired. And still so bloody teary. Who goes shopping when their eyes are all glassy? When they are on the edge? Fleetwood Mac sang over the sound system, “Something’s happenin’, happenin’ to me. My friends say I’m acting peculiarly.” S’true. I was dizzy, ditzy, dopey… and I am really too embarrassed to chit chat about some of my foggy blunders in the shops. I should not have been out on the streets. Straight back home for tea, soup and bed. Game over.

While I was reading the whole internet on the weekend I came across a story about the historical vicious attacks on the Lil Mermaid in Copenhagen. I saw her in the flesh as a backpacker but until now I never knew what lay beneath her: twice decapitated, blown up, arm sawn off and covered in paint, to name but a few trials. The word they teach my lil mermie rugrats in education today is ‘resilience’. I think it is a good word to teach them and as long as I feel as broken as I do now, this arty girl can at least look to the resilience of the Lil Mermaid to believe that things can only get better. D:Reams can come true.”

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I WILL PREVIVE [The Book Of Rocks] diary extract, 21 October 2016

THE INBETWEENERS series (2016)

“My track record with keys is not great and I can often also be quite dumb. It’s true. Yesterday was one of those perfect blue-skied days, “a good drying day” as it were, and it would have been mad to drive anywhere you could walk. I’m not using a bag much (a bit heavy) so just wallet, phone, keys in my hands/pockets. What could possibly go wrong?! Still, I managed to lose my keys on the way back from the shops. The outside spare was with my interstate father. Uh-oh. Start to panic self. I was standing there without a plan B and nothing but a rubber heel.

I could never understand all the fuss about Marilyn but at Easter we met properly at Bendigo Art Gallery. I had thought, “Marilyn: meh.” I just wanted to see her vintage clothes. She seduced me in under 5 minutes. So I bought a keyring of her face to remember her by but I’ve had no reason to draw her until now. The lovely man who found my keys has apparently also posted her face on Facebook and the police station called my work (another identifiable keyring I own) who called me to tell me to shift my body right back up the hill and collect them. All fairly embarrassing and very exhausting. Don’t worry, I’m used to it but there are just too many hills in this town for that kind of bunkum! Fortunately for me it has kickstarted a new drawing brainwave.”

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I WILL PREVIVE [The Book Of Rocks] diary extract, 2 October 2016

THE INBETWEENERS series (2016)

“A fifth trip out since surgery this weekend and a first *LATE NIGHT* (11pm – OMG – woo!). Goals. The destination of choice was chick flick medicine, “Bridget Jones’ Baby”, which made me laugh so much my rack hurt. You definitely won’t be able to say the same. The labour scene in particular hurt me a lot. I’m sure the other cinema goers were listening to my big mouthed (and my mouth is massive) cackle thinking, “It’s really not THAT funny. Who IS that woman that doesn’t get out much???” So on the recurring theme of plastic I thought I would draw Renée Zellweger (Bridget) pre-plastic surgery because otherwise you’d walk on by! Hopefully people are still going to recognise me in the street. I look the same on the outside even if I feel horrible on the inside.

It was strange to see ageing 40-something protagonists on the big screen and a bit unnerving to completely identify with sloshing a glass of wine around the house to “Jump Around” on the soundtrack. I wish I could drink one. I already feel tired from daylight savings as it’s not even 7am yet in old money!!!”

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