Dream on, cunt

That was really fun.
Once I got over being a tired, nervous wreck...
What could be up with a whole room full of the people I love. And even more total strangers...

Thanks for coming, really good to see you. Extra thanks to people who said nice things. Also for people who said hello.

I'M SO TIRED

I haven't slept a wink.

Really TRULY, my head hurts. Lets hope I can manage todays pressing tasks and survive tomorrow without too many meltdowns...

Come see the car crash yourself...

SLEEPCLUB HUH?

Let's sleep then...

dazzling

HA. watching Adam in some nasty kind of self-inflicted torture bedazzling a pillowcase in front of the most painful ever episode of Greys Anatomy, yelling DIE BITCH, DIE! at the tv and cursing the bedazzler...

Now he has a bad case of bedazzler hand. In the name of art?

Do you know any good songs about sleep?

Dead to the World

Adam Cruickshank & Dell Stewart
'DEAD TO THE WORLD'
OPENING FRI 29th JUNE. UNTIL SUN 22nd JULY

AT UTOPIAN SLUMPS
5/25 EASEY STREET, COLLINGWOOD
GALLERY HOURS: FRI-SUN 12-6PM
OR BY APPOINTMENT

Wake up lazy. Dell Stewart and Adam Cruickshank, who sometimes work collaboratively under the moniker Sleep Club, have created an open-ended exploration into slumber and its connotations, both personal and universal.

Yes, It opens this friday night and you are invited.


Slumber Lumber.

shit

nothing on tv but DEADWOOD, cocksuckers. It's on every channel.
a three year old birthday party LOUIS LOUIS!
a bonanza chutney club.
an armed violent man at large in my neighbourhood.

...and new red hair which looks a little like it's 1990 and my favourite album is bleach.



all but one are really good things, SO perk up surly...

hi hairyface

we've been together a year and i'm still smitten.

a cold

it swallowed the whole long weekend, along with the whole first season of DEADWOOD to make the fucking shitsucking pain bearable...

for some fresh air we walked to the mcg for my first ever visit and watched the last quarter of the pies vs melbourne... seventy thousand people yelling... i liked it. more swearing. fucking hoople-headed footy cunts everywhere...

we need to use more thoughtful filthy language...

which reminds me of a letter last week from my dad; about to do a radio interview, concerned his swearing habit would have him kicked off air... no chance of curtailing it now.
his letters always have me laughing...

more art

A list. this is all i can remember right now from the last week... this is only to trigger my memory... so sorry for tediousness.

i liked the paper weights at tcb.

Floats like a brick doesn't... yeah the show at bus was really nice.

Nick Mangan + Nick Selenitsch at rmit project space in cardigan street... collaborated and well catered with cheese.

& Bootlegger at until never... bandannas. BANANAS.

neighbours at war

I have a new bad tv obsession... Made in New Zealand this gem features brown eye's, slander and inbreeding with a sometimes unbelievable commentry...

"...any New Zealander would recognize this gesture as a BROWNEYE"

Last night they spent quite awhile ruminating on some ladies mysterious triangle and her offensive box... gotta love a bit of filthy innuendo while discussing planter boxes...

Also I'm a sucker for the accent...

postie!

I was at the post office early picking up a parcel from Canada and I've been smiling all morning as my lovely andrea has made me a dress and i love it. YOU so clever lady...

I also have a new gorilla dangling round my neck and peanut butter truffles to munch on while i TRY to make some art...

I have made a new leather purse, a new scarf and a vest, but that's beside the point... I really MUST MAKE make some ART...