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Remember when yo-yo was cool? I was actually quite good at it, when I was ten or so (ha ha ha) - advancing into pro-yo, doing tricks like round the world and walk the dog. So much fun!
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If you happen to get your hands on my high school notebooks/diaries, you'll notice that I was (and still is) rubbish at doodling. You'll find miserable attempts at making 'pretty' doodles.
However, what you'll also find are spirals. I love drawing spirals - making a mark on the page with repetition and some pretty intense concentration! Also a way to get through some of the less stimulating classes.
Anyway, an unplanned, spontaneous piece for tonight. I can't believe I've just spent three hours on it. Goodnight.
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Goodbye saturation.
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Not sure if I am entirely happy with this one ... but thought I'd put it up anyway. This is for my dear cousin Zachary.
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A quick and fun one I did tonight, in reference to these signs we frequently encountered whilst in Rome (below is a picture of me):
Inspiring - some of Steven Holl's watercolour. Holl is one of my design heroes, creating such honest, humble and evocative architecture and exploiting his immense knowledge of the qualities of light and their behaviours. All images from metropolismag.com.
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I used bright and bold colours (bright yellow, purple, red) on the first attempt, which didn't suit the subject all that well. I'm happy with the pastels and she seems complacent.
I enjoy drawing in candlelight, it's so beautiful and relaxing. With a bit of Brushfire Records playing in the background ...... But it's terrible for my eyes.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Teaching this soliloquy from Macbeth to twelve year olds is a bit rubbish and will go unappreciated, to be honest. I still remember sitting in class with the book out in front of me though, I remember that the cover was red in colour and the illustration to this was simply a candle, and some smoke. Anyway, no matter, I like it now.
2009 was a good year. I discovered so much of Melbourne art, craft and design - such a wonderful world, and very much a community. Walking around the city, I pay much more attention to street art, not just as a whole but also the details (the lines, strokes, colours). Ghostpatrol is definitely one that I have been examining more closely lately. Absolutely beautiful. Oh, also, I got to witness a rather large graffiti project done at Hosier Lane the other week, which was certainly interesting.
My exploration of local arts wouldn't have even kicked off if it wasn't for my dear buddy Amelia. Check out her blog, it is full of insightful and intelligent thoughts and lovely photos which I enjoy every time.
All of these have inevitably influenced my approach to design and architecture. In all aspects too, from site analysis to the presentation at the end of the semester. Of course, then, there is the danger of boxing yourself in a 'style'. There is nothing wrong with having a distinctive style when designing, I suppose ... but I am one who believes in site-specific and non-prescriptive architecture (one that derives from its site, its history, its environs). We wouldn't want unsightly, sculptural, titanium-clad buildings popping up everywhere, do we?
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