tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12028217702239531522024-03-14T01:20:54.879+10:30THIS BOWER MY PRISONjanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-59205729116810171092011-05-05T06:06:00.003+09:302011-05-05T06:16:04.173+09:30Fiction Genres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfrzGXfAlDY/TcG5hJK5LQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SX-vf4Pd-oI/s1600/fiction%2Bgenres2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfrzGXfAlDY/TcG5hJK5LQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SX-vf4Pd-oI/s400/fiction%2Bgenres2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602963390474038530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AsqZDaOi8Fo/TcG5g7Q165I/AAAAAAAAAWM/NvmfdlHHsQI/s1600/fiction%2Bgenres3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AsqZDaOi8Fo/TcG5g7Q165I/AAAAAAAAAWM/NvmfdlHHsQI/s400/fiction%2Bgenres3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602963386740894610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP1-cyQSCOI/TcG5gklDS9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/OFZ9H7fno1g/s1600/fiction%2Bgenres1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP1-cyQSCOI/TcG5gklDS9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/OFZ9H7fno1g/s400/fiction%2Bgenres1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602963380651641810" /></a><br />My latest monster is up for your viewing (not climbing, although it is tempting) pleasure at:<br /> <br />aMBUSH gallery<br />4 James St<br />Waterloo New South Wales 2017<br />(02) 8399 0707<br />from the 13th (opening night), to the 15th of May 12-4pm but check website for more detailed details.<br />http://www.ambushgallery.com/home/janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-12423462883416431672010-03-13T14:20:00.005+10:302010-03-13T14:37:48.075+10:30Falling From Grace<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/S5sNo1JC8bI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MilNIOqFynQ/s1600-h/chandelier+1+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/S5sNo1JC8bI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MilNIOqFynQ/s400/chandelier+1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447963169345696178" border="0" /></a><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JANE%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The Chandelier, originally designed as a practical candle holder has, over the centuries, become a symbol of opulence. 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<br /></span></div>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-79314550846168708872009-11-22T13:04:00.005+10:302009-11-22T13:49:09.165+10:30well thank god that's overDon't get me wrong, Sculpture by the Sea was great, but it was completely exhausting. Really happy to have sold my work, and especially that the new owners live fifty meters from Marks park. Also very pleased to have received the Kids Choice award. Thanks Kids! I love the Dinosaur Designs trophy. I didn't expect that. Almost better than the cash!<br />So now I have a large bag of plastic that broke off the house that I need to reattach. I'll do that tomorrow. Then I have to try and find somewhere to put all the leftover plastic/toys etc, and resurrect my garage. I have no idea where to put it. It all seems far too big a job on this 40 degree afternoon.<br />Here are a couple of pictures of the Dream Home in situ. Thanks to everyone who supported me in making it and everyone who came to see it. It makes it all worthwhile.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Swio47ChCEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8D3PsKZ1M1s/s1600/jane+front+window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Swio47ChCEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8D3PsKZ1M1s/s400/jane+front+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406757048532666434" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Swio5Il-PuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xMfX_E6Xsbs/s1600/lowering+into+new+home.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Swio5Il-PuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xMfX_E6Xsbs/s400/lowering+into+new+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406757052171042530" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Being installed in new home. Note how far it has to go down into the courtyard...that's Gregs face underneath the bottom of the house.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Swio5qBdFbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vaTghwmmac8/s1600/bubbles+and+kids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Swio5qBdFbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vaTghwmmac8/s400/bubbles+and+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406757061144679858" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a>School groups going crazy for bubbles<br /></div>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-31270595929607518472009-10-04T20:22:00.003+10:302009-10-04T20:30:33.929+10:30Ollie!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sshw3bfnRII/AAAAAAAAAVM/CqLworHCdRw/s1600-h/ollie3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sshw3bfnRII/AAAAAAAAAVM/CqLworHCdRw/s400/ollie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388681051724268674" border="0" /></a>Carpet Ollie!<br /></div>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-41453727187910527572009-09-28T22:03:00.003+09:302009-09-28T22:27:07.456+09:30dropping in...yay!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybdtKq4K-McAZ2G7A70p_YCNTorEcxB8089jR-AYJIvoMdmACDYD6P4nPnOOXNaAfMTBKwtGxG-cC6FgIayg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-36097141485308814232009-09-16T20:12:00.003+09:302009-09-16T20:19:51.084+09:30MISSING!Has anyone seen these flowers? They went missing (perhaps sold but not recorded) from my Found Feathered Friends exhibition back in September last year. Just trying to get to the bottom of the mystery. Ask your friends who went? Much appreciated.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCGDTykrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qQA12YQmDzY/s1600-h/buttery+canvas+chip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCGDTykrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qQA12YQmDzY/s400/buttery+canvas+chip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382014963931058866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCFcMUa-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/7vikJTISzuU/s1600-h/rattlestar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCFcMUa-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/7vikJTISzuU/s400/rattlestar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382014953430739938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCFhbPVDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/U513sZ109-I/s1600-h/blue+scoop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCFhbPVDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/U513sZ109-I/s400/blue+scoop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382014954835498034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCErp4tTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RcByDoq5viE/s1600-h/hook+n+pin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCErp4tTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RcByDoq5viE/s400/hook+n+pin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382014940401415474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCE-0idwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aypLZReD7dc/s1600-h/partyjuice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SrDCE-0idwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aypLZReD7dc/s400/partyjuice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382014945546368770" border="0" /></a>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-23663507398206841112009-08-12T18:59:00.002+09:302009-08-12T19:09:11.562+09:30chatswood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SoKNkNvKSkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WvDEfnhExJw/s1600-h/chatswood7small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SoKNkNvKSkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WvDEfnhExJw/s400/chatswood7small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369009359081327170" border="0" /></a><br />I joined a skateboarding forum online for women who like to skate. The problem is, they're all over in the USA. Lucky for them, every single little two-bit town seems to have an amazing skatepark, that put our best to shame. This is me at <a href="http://www.skateboard.com.au/fusebox/index.cfm?smithgrind=view&id=470">Chatswood</a>. This is <a href="http://www.campwoodward.com/skate/">Woodward</a> in LA.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-60669947942627770142009-08-08T22:41:00.004+09:302009-08-08T23:00:14.426+09:30pete<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sn19BHoge3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/vMEsH_-Db58/s1600-h/pete_front_medium+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sn19BHoge3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/vMEsH_-Db58/s400/pete_front_medium+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367583789077789554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">photo greg lippiatt</span><br /></div><br />Early one morning last summer, I went and had a look at a skatepark that I knew about, but hadn't seen before. I wasn't planning on staying because I was on my way to a swimming race, but even if I'd wanted to, I would have had to wait for the group of about twenty elderly Tai Chi practitioners to finish their session first. They took up the whole bowl with their slow, fluid, synchronised movement. I though about how similar it was to the movement made by the skateboarders who would no doubt trickle in as the day warmed up. Movements that are repeated and practiced, refined and perfected. Tai Chi, slow, skating, fast.<br />As I turned to leave, I saw a young man, sitting quietly like this on his skateboard, as if meditating on the moves he would make when the others left.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-1309054690172319782009-08-03T20:30:00.003+09:302009-08-03T20:39:45.097+09:30new thing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SnbFM357QuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/5Rw8GLgs7Vg/s1600-h/red_green5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SnbFM357QuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/5Rw8GLgs7Vg/s400/red_green5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365692831014535906" border="0" /></a><br />Rainbow street public school is having an art exhibition fundraiser from the 27th of August to the 1st of September at Gallery East, 21 Burnie st Clovelly. <a href="http://www.chrisgleisner.com/">Chris Gleisner</a> is curating it and asked me to donate something to the cause. I made some things like this.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-49489433318602265222009-08-01T18:03:00.002+09:302009-08-01T18:15:21.120+09:30the roof is on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SnQAgp8AK4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/-vQwUr2lpmk/s1600-h/dream+home+for+blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SnQAgp8AK4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/-vQwUr2lpmk/s400/dream+home+for+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364913617118440322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Had some help putting the roof on "Dream Home". Here it is.<br /></div>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-42541310194021837622009-07-15T21:43:00.002+09:302009-07-15T21:50:21.251+09:30Scrap Close up<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sl3I7K6KLDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9VjT_W_poo0/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sl3I7K6KLDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9VjT_W_poo0/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358660050506886194" border="0" /></a></div>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-23128008365155609432009-07-09T19:11:00.005+09:302009-07-09T19:32:36.534+09:30Rosie and ScrapI put little Scrap (just finished) on the floor to take a quick picture for this blog, when Rosie decided to come over and have a look. Here's what happened.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW_8kugNzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uH596vwjYyo/s1600-h/rosie+and+scrap1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW_8kugNzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uH596vwjYyo/s400/rosie+and+scrap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356398379198854962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW-0ScK6dI/AAAAAAAAATk/p7xrJXcgL-o/s1600-h/rosie+and+scrap2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW-0ScK6dI/AAAAAAAAATk/p7xrJXcgL-o/s400/rosie+and+scrap2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356397137339541970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW-0FLCdBI/AAAAAAAAATc/JwlVmbj7zzM/s1600-h/rosie+and+scrap3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW-0FLCdBI/AAAAAAAAATc/JwlVmbj7zzM/s400/rosie+and+scrap3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356397133778023442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW-zyq2T_I/AAAAAAAAATU/Z7IYJH7QSvY/s1600-h/rosie+and+scrap4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SlW-zyq2T_I/AAAAAAAAATU/Z7IYJH7QSvY/s400/rosie+and+scrap4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356397128811171826" border="0" /></a>Come on.....play!<br /></div>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-20456259906463896882009-06-25T19:48:00.006+09:302009-06-25T20:11:02.276+09:30From Little Things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SkNRkoN2dyI/AAAAAAAAASs/Mr1e5rVjwnc/s1600-h/from+little+things.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SkNRkoN2dyI/AAAAAAAAASs/Mr1e5rVjwnc/s400/from+little+things.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351210471958935330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SkNRkWovUdI/AAAAAAAAASk/8UOqoh0sGD0/s1600-h/from+little+things+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SkNRkWovUdI/AAAAAAAAASk/8UOqoh0sGD0/s400/from+little+things+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351210467239875026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photography: Greg Lippiatt</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div>I was recently invited to participate in the arty part of The Five Lands Walk, which is an annual event celebrating the area from McMasters beach to Terrigal. This installation was at Avoca beach and was my take on the whale migration that is regularly witnessed from those lucky enough to live on an east coast beach. The sculptures are made from water bottles and their lids, which are a pet hate of mine for their environmental nastiness. I think they look much nicer cut up and reconstructed.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-80074310039720037252009-05-28T19:39:00.001+09:302009-05-28T19:48:12.703+09:30commissions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sh5kry1NIkI/AAAAAAAAASc/Lif-OoLciu0/s1600-h/s+owl+standing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sh5kry1NIkI/AAAAAAAAASc/Lif-OoLciu0/s400/s+owl+standing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340816911650071106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sh5krgYaF8I/AAAAAAAAASU/LVJct1GxZMo/s1600-h/IMG_1308.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sh5krgYaF8I/AAAAAAAAASU/LVJct1GxZMo/s400/IMG_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340816906697447362" border="0" /></a>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-52942616093521452592009-03-29T15:55:00.003+10:302009-03-29T16:10:38.576+10:30meat tray<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sc8JHB7D4hI/AAAAAAAAASM/bK7xLS9pgnA/s1600-h/meat+tray.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/Sc8JHB7D4hI/AAAAAAAAASM/bK7xLS9pgnA/s400/meat+tray.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318479701327733266" border="0" /></a><br />What to make for an<a href="http://www.ngart.com.au/exhibition_gallery_24.html"> RSL show</a>? A meat tray of course.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-55292609550935567612009-03-07T10:31:00.003+10:302009-03-07T10:51:12.779+10:30new birdies<span try="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SbG8JzDQWjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MI7lQSLpHGw/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG" style="font-size:85%;">Just when I think I'm done with birds, another request arrives.<br /><br />These are two wrens...a Red Backed Fairy Wren and a Variegated Wren, beautifully photographed </span><span try="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SbG8JzDQWjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MI7lQSLpHGw/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG" style="font-size:85%;">in the afternoon light </span><span try="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SbG8JzDQWjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MI7lQSLpHGw/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG" style="font-size:85%;">by Greg Lippiatt. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SbG8JzDQWjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MI7lQSLpHGw/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SbG8JzDQWjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MI7lQSLpHGw/s400/IMG_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310232312155232818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SbG8KYdHQtI/AAAAAAAAASE/fvGSBfJuFT8/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SbG8KYdHQtI/AAAAAAAAASE/fvGSBfJuFT8/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310232322195800786" border="0" /></a>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-61732503940211455552009-01-14T10:31:00.002+10:302009-01-14T11:08:13.195+10:30CarriageARTworks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SW0z5UFbveI/AAAAAAAAARE/EknC_H8CPVU/s1600-h/Invitation+to+CarriageARTworks+Jan+15+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SW0z5UFbveI/AAAAAAAAARE/EknC_H8CPVU/s400/Invitation+to+CarriageARTworks+Jan+15+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290942196967259618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SW0z5OoX6SI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iHvidKXFpQU/s1600-h/P1130121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SW0z5OoX6SI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iHvidKXFpQU/s400/P1130121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290942195503196450" border="0" /></a>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-43749007795292071382008-12-16T20:19:00.004+10:302008-12-16T21:12:51.815+10:30Wagging schoolI took Charlie (my nephew) out of school on Monday to go on a skatepark crawl. We went to three and included a stop at <a href="http://www.skaterhq.com.au/">Skater HQ</a> in Manly for new wheels and some adjustments to existing boards. They're really friendly down there and put us on to a really fun snake run at Balgowlah. We finished off at Manly Vale skate park which I particularly liked (Charlie preferred the snake run). Here's a little peek at what we did. Pretty lame video really, it feels much more scary than it looks. I didn't manage to get Charlie doing a 50/50 (where you get the board half and half longditudinally on the coping at the top of the ramp before going back down), but I will next time.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz5ykyY9CR_4tT3v9dQQmNX7dr6J1B0OEKOPLEy8GgQmLtX0a-aNWNt6Fwt1u9f_WvyhQA4RjDif-JlUZegpA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqXadyxNK6hbN3ebeOgAqE2Csk08G7M9YV2M7IMVBpJvz0nBV4GBie2WKH2mx9UJtoh901xh6IoRVoqlSiQQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-51448508243246021872008-11-20T20:04:00.003+10:302008-12-17T20:54:47.948+10:30Thank You<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SSUw1bwNtsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tcfloDVmLsg/s1600-h/IMG_9940.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SSUw1bwNtsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tcfloDVmLsg/s400/IMG_9940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270672633448216258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo - Greg Lippiatt </span> <br /><br /></div>Just a little note to say thank you to everyone who came (and who may still go) to my show. I tried my hardest to say hello to everyone, but was disappointed to still miss so many of you. I have been overwhelmed by the attention of the press and the steady stream of commissions coming my way. Who would have thought? Looks like I will be working hard over Christmas, but I do love a challenge...<br />I also hope to be doing a bit of what this little Crested tern is doing, only less on the rocks and more in the water.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-83579633123080470412008-11-05T21:40:00.006+10:302008-12-17T20:56:00.557+10:30nearly here...<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SRGCgGx1UBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TQcNE-p3WfU/s1600-h/Copy+of+Found+feathered+Friends+invite+08+copy.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SRGCgGx1UBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TQcNE-p3WfU/s400/Copy+of+Found+feathered+Friends+invite+08+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265132927459872786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photography - Greg Lippiatt </span><br /></div><br /><br />I'm chewing my nails down to the quick. Who would have thought that an exhibition could bring about such an array of emotions? Here's the invitation for anyone who would like to squeeze in on opening night. Otherwise, make a meal of it and go to the restaurant as well.<br />Nervous, very nervous.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-64358961390724101032008-10-05T17:46:00.004+10:302008-10-05T21:20:24.390+10:30yay! a bower!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SOhqIgWUBnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bHL9G97v0Ic/s1600-h/PA050035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SOhqIgWUBnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bHL9G97v0Ic/s400/PA050035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253565659682702962" border="0" /></a><br />Went for an overnighter in Kangaroo Valley and very happily came across this. What a sexy pad. Offered him a couple of blue lids, a bit off a pen and a rubbery bracelet thing all of which he took happily and placed decoratively around his bower.<br />Spotted a number of birds including golden whistlers, lyrebirds, yellow robins, yellow-faced honeyeaters, olive backed orioles, noisy friarbirds (building nests), and millions of other little thornbills, scrubwrens and blue wrens, oh, and a whipbird. The lyrebirds that darted across the road on approach to the cabin didn't say much, but the one along the bush track that I <span style="font-style: italic;">couldn't</span> see, chattered for ages, doing a very good job at pretending to be a kookaburra, golden whistler, whipbird, wattlebird and something that sounded a little like an air rifle.<br />Oh so happy to see a bower.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-52201163711632947052008-08-16T19:59:00.004+09:302008-08-16T20:15:41.505+09:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SKaujQxrSdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/b2TdaUTh1KQ/s1600-h/P8160399.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SKaujQxrSdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/b2TdaUTh1KQ/s400/P8160399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235063537686759890" border="0" /></a><br />I stopped off at <a href="http://ngart.com.au">NG gallery</a> this afternoon having had a mediocre surf at Maroubra. It was the last day of the "Sordid Tales of Chippendale" exhibition. I bought this gruesome piece. It's called Screaming Rat by Stephen Hall. It's actually four rats on top of each other. He just cried out to me. Arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-77201958309787470812008-07-20T14:00:00.003+09:302008-07-20T14:05:43.497+09:30scissor callous<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SILAhWmONLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RglyU2_oDPk/s1600-h/calloused+hand+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/SILAhWmONLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RglyU2_oDPk/s400/calloused+hand+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950196937307314" border="0" /></a><br />As evidence for my working very hard on my exhibition (18th November 2008 NG Gallery Chippendale) I am posting here a photo of the little callous that has developed on my thumb as a result of cutting much plastic with scissors.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-65200553540725656572008-02-18T11:26:00.003+10:302008-02-18T11:50:43.469+10:30That was the man in the mission brown suit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/R7jdI936RsI/AAAAAAAAAME/2BD4LApIrLg/s1600-h/IMG_5643.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/R7jdI936RsI/AAAAAAAAAME/2BD4LApIrLg/s400/IMG_5643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168123718525404866" border="0" /></a><br />For as long as I can remember, I have been drawn to men in suits. Often, when I put pen to paper, little caricatures would emerge, always dressed in a suit and tie. It seems to be happening with my sculpture too. I begin with a vague idea of who I might construct, and if it's a guy, he always ends up suited, (this one was supposed to be naked.)<br />I read somewhere recently that people with red hair would eventually disappear. It turned out to be a furphy, but when I found the orange haystack that became his hair, I began to piece together who he was and what he represented.<br />He's a bit of a 70's guy. Sideburns, Dennis Lillee moustache and he's wearing the mission brown suit. He's fallen over (or was he pushed for being so outdated?) and is struggling to get back up. He looks scared, humiliated, alone. I feel a bit sorry for him, but he really is redundant.<br />Like the plastic he is constructed from, he is no longer necessary and has been cast aside, like his suit, his hair.<br />I am led to believe, and I could be the gullible recipient of a great story, that the colour "Mission Brown" so popular in the 1970's, but abhorred today, came about by the mixing of a number of tins of coloured paints that had been donated to a Christian mission looking to paint their mission buildings. I like the idea that his suit is the colour derived from this use of leftover, or waste resources. He's my kind of guy.janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202821770223953152.post-23733687183955423552008-02-07T19:23:00.000+10:302008-02-07T19:30:17.323+10:30flowers for Pauline<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/R6rHyKz6AlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-bz0o2p_PTM/s1600-h/IMG_5538.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wCEyWxGaMRI/R6rHyKz6AlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-bz0o2p_PTM/s400/IMG_5538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164159587443147346" border="0" /></a><br />Michael's mother Pauline is very ill in hospital and I wanted to send her some flowers...but It was a public holiday weekend, so I thought I'd pick her some from my garden and give them to Michael to give to her. Then I thought that, if I gave them to him, they might wilt in the car before he delivered them to her. <span style="font-style: italic;">Then, </span><span>I realised, I could make her some flowers that would <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> wilt. He delivered them and I think she liked them. I hope she gets better soon.</span>janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687468232154971310noreply@blogger.com3