
Now that's what I call a tent!
(Unfortunately this picture was sent to me without the details but i'll update it when I track them down)
Update: tent designer is mat&jewski (thanks Bea)

Donna Gee is a Brisbane artist who paints the most delightfully poetic pictures. There is something in her work that reminds me of Nara Yoshitomo, who I wrote about below. A similar sense of the poetic, a bit of melancholy, and something else, perhaps just a little bit dark, that belies the sweet and innocuous subject matter. The image above is a painting based on her aunties. Just after she had painted it, I walked into her studio and it just took my breath away. Check out more of her work here.





Kenji made this very sweet christmas tree and today we used a hole punch and cut out lots of little holes from my green and red decal scraps to decorate it. The tree is life size - about 2.5 metres high. Just joking. It’s about 10cm high. But how good would that be if it was 2.5 metres high!! We're getting a bit restless in the studio at the moment...it feels like holidays. Unfortunately it aint quite holidays for me yet. One more firing (if all goes to plan) and I'm home free! I'm finding myself getting very easily distracted and welcoming any interruption. Today we had a lovely visitor called Les, who plays the bagpipes with the QLD Pipe Band who have a building right next to ours. He was a fascinating fellow. Just stuck his head in to see what it was we got up to in our little shed, and ended up telling us great stories about his life as a train driver and then a policeman. Then he topped it off by playing us a CD of contemporary bagpipe music. I'm telling ya, if you've never heard By the Rivers of Babylon or Send in the Clowns played on bagpipes you haven't lived!
I send a lot of fragile objects all over the place and so need to use a bit of bubble wrap to make sure they get there in one piece and not twenty pieces. But I have a bit of a bee in my bonnet about how much of this plastic poppy stuff is used in the world, and how little of it is re-used and recycled. I am astounded by people and organisations who just bundle up metres and metres of the stuff and squish it into rubbish bins, never to be used again. So I have set myself a challenge to never buy bubble wrap first hand and to only use recycled. I have been very successful in this mission to date, and let me tell you the thrill of the chase is never better than when work is due for a show in 2 days and I still haven’t managed to scrounge enough bubble wrap to send it off safely!! I am forever keeping an eye out for shops and restaurants that are being redecorated and fitted out (a marvellous source of bubblewrap), and Kenji and I are always doing trips over to Reverse Garbage, sometimes returning triumphant with a bag stuffed full of it, other times returning despondent and empty-handed, haggling with each other over scraps lying around the studio. Today was a good day for bubble wrap. I did a quick dash to reverse garbage to find the sales assistant sorting through a pile that had just arrived! All recycled from a local company. The bubble gods were smiling on us.
Apart from being a great word in it's own right, a feffakookan is a very yummy german biscuit! And yes, it is actually spelt ‘pfeffercuchen’, but growing up making these tasty treats and never seeing the actual word written down I always imagined it to be spelt like this! My nana was famous for these biscuits – yummy, sugary, chewy ginger cookies with delicious white icing and coloured sprinkles all over them. Her recipe made 500 of them, and each Christmas her cosy little kitchen would be transformed into a busy biscuit factory as her gaggle of unruly grandchildren took their places on the production line mixing and rolling and cutting and icing and sprinkling and packing them up into colourful old tins to be sent off or taken home by friends and family. As we grew older the carnival ceased to be quite so unruly, but the tradition persisted. I’m in a mild state of panic at the moment as my nana’s recipe book seems to have gone missing…..
A very committed and creative member of the Brisbane arts community has been very kindly offering me some advice recently on how best I should ‘brand’ myself. He has come up with a slogan that might just catapult me into global fame and fortune, and turn me into a household name, like Tupperware or ipod. His little gem of a slogan goes like this….

Earlier this year I was invited to speak at VERGE 2006, the national Australian ceramics conference. I was part of a panel (along with Laura McEwan and Isaac Patmore) called Generation NEXT, looking at some of the pathways and perceptions of some of the newer (and not necessarily younger!) artists working in ceramics. Craft Australia has just published the paper on their website, along with papers by Janet DeBoos, Avi Amesbury and Carole Hanson Epp.
Kenji and I were working away in the studio today, when we looked up to see three magpies standing in the doorway just quietly watching us. We all just sat there for a moment looking at eachother, and then they turned around and walked away. I managed to catch this little fellow though. He came back for a second look.

I gave an artist talk today at the QUT Art Museum as part of the exhibition La Femme Domestique. I hadn't actually been able to get in to the gallery until today so it was nice to finally see the show. Some great work by some great women! The image is of Donna Marcus's work, who has also recently done a fantastic public art work in Brisbane Square.





