That feeling of self confidence mixed with worthlessness. A dull sense of ‘I’m meant to be more than I am’. The constant heartbeat of your ambition and the ever present feeling that someone’s going to call you out… today, tomorrow, next week.
The black cloud above your head or stomach-walking-anger that comes with every day you don’t create something. My mum calls it the Collywobbles.
But most of all it’s that fear of knowing that you can’t do anything else, mixed with the fear of not knowing where your next idea is going to come from. Or if it’s going to be good.
Creativity is about hardship. If you’re happy you have nothing to say … that’s not to say you can’t create things that don’t have a happy ending. Cos even if you’re unhappy you can do that. Except Australian film makers. They can’t. Or the government just won’t give funding to those who can.
No matter how old you get your brother’s still an asshole. I’m 26 and I just bit my 21 one yr old, 6 ft, built like a brick shit house brother because he kicked me out of my old art studio (which he’s now taken over – still with all my art stuff in it). All I wanted to fix this pastel galaxy I’ve been experimenting with. I’ve only been gone a year. Turd burger. Up yours Davo. This means war.
Here’s a bit of a sneak preview. These are all from Hawaii. We’re launching the film on the Rip Curl Pro weekend in April next year, up at Torquay, and soon after down in Melbs.
Soooooo. Valentines day huh. It’s all very well for couples, but it can be quite a lonely day for singles. Band together. None of this feeling sorry for yourself bullshit. Get out there. Book a table for 10 and have a drunken dinner. Be loud and raucous and disturb all those sickly sweet smooching couples. And if you see anyone propose on Valentines day, boo them. It should be banned.
I sound like a bitter single person. But I’m not. I just hate unoriginal romance. It’s a crime. So that’s why I suggest, if you have a man, giving him a lemon tree.
This is a cool gift. It not only provides lemons but is also a dedicated spot for your man to whizz when he’s really drunk. If he’s going to flop it out in the garden it may as well be serving a purpose. If he doesn’t have a garden. Put it in a pot. The bigger the better. Pick one up from Bunnings for just $27 and the lovely nursery folk will answer all your questions as well.
Not enough time you say? Bah. That’s no excuse. Bunnings is open from 8am – 9pm during the week.
The rise and demise and the rise of Laura Ashley. Who would have thought that we’d be adding the extra rise on the end of that sentence? EGAD.
But with Topshop launching their spring season of floral frocks and Nike’s ode to curtains, flowers, big and small, are back. Back with a familiar perfume. Breath deeply. Get a whiff. Ahhhhhh. I recognise that. It’s the Nineties. May the fashion Gods help us.
I’m not sure if I’ll be embracing this resurgence. Only time will tell. I’m more inclined to stick to monochrome tones and androgens zones of all things plain in these tough times. Although, I do have a soft spot for lace.
God help us if they start making those playsuit thiiings in florals.