she said, he said crowd

hee hee i just went to a hairdresser to get my haircut..
she shampooed my hair twice - i think she was a bit shocked at the state of my hair (even though i had just washed it and brushed it myself)
she also gave my head a massage :) nice.
the weirdest thing about getting your hair cut at a hairdresser (as opposed to getting friends to do it) is how you have to face a mirror and watch yourself talk.
i was a bit hungover so i didnt look the best and i just didnt know how to talk gossipy hairdresser talk. i found myself being quite embarrassed. and then watching myself go a bit red in the face and being all akward was all a bit too weird.

but it feels good to have my hair cut.

and tomorrow we leave.
maybe i should start packing.

me

27.
late twenties.
when i first started uni i was 18. some of the best friends i made were in their late twenties. i was pretty happy to be hanging out with 'older' people. they taught me things. things that they will never know that they have taught me.
now i am 27.. one of the 'older' people.
i hope i have the wisdom of my friends.

i felt wiser when i was 18.
maybe coz i had a shaved head.
maybe i felt some sort of a connection with the monks of the world.
maybe it was all the joints i was smoking.

today im gonna play musical statues with the kids.
and pass the parcel.
and pin the tail on the donkey.
and i will get them to make me a cake!

days go by

ooohhhh the kids took it out of me yesterday... but that was yesterday.
today is beautiful.
i went to the beach early early this morning for a walk and a dip. there were some pretty big waves.. on shore dumpy ones. the swell was forming way way out in the ocean. i was a bit scared. so i walked down the beach until i came to a posse of people swimming where the waves didnt seem so scary. safety in numbers. i used to be the avoidance queen when it came to people on the beach. then i started teaching kids how to swim and the number one rule... swim together.. ever since i had to teach it i had to practise it too. but it means i can watch everyone and their funny beach antics.
this summer i have noticed more and more dads with their kids at the beach. its so cool. especially when its a dad and a slightly older kid hanging out, making sand castles, or body boarding, or just chatting.
today there was a dad and his little boy, maybe 5 or 6 years old. the dad took him out past the breakers and let him swim out really deep. the kid wasnt scared at all.


all salty and sandy and soggy i drove away feeling content.
i stopped in at the subi markets to stock up on nectarines, plums, lettuce, corn, mushrooms, sweet potato, kiwi fruit and eggs. and brocolli.
i got home and it was only 10.30....

next week im gonna be 27.. weird.
then the next week i will be in italy...
im pretty excited about eating yummy pizza and pasta and drinking coffe standing up.
im pretty un excited about not having amazingly cool stylish clothes.
i do have amazingly cool accessories though - they make all the difference!

dont touch the art

aaahhh invigilation.
its about 45 degrees outside and it has been for days.
i am sitting in the john curtin gallery looking at the thumbprints and crime scenes of miriam stannage.
the more i sit here the more beautiful they are. the fingerprint series are giant paintings that look like aerial shots of a landscape. they are simple and bold in black, red and white, circular and hypnotic.
such a big space to be sitting in. and cold.
her photos are strange.. she binds innocent places up in crime scene tape, then photographs them. a simple idea really. she speaks of fear, the fear that we all have decided to live in. its a constant. from the skate park to the man sitting alone on a park bench.
but then she has done some paintings in response to 9/11. i havent seen any artwork dealing with this yet... just photos or writing. its a tough one.
on my right, on my desk is the thailand lonely planet guide. it has made me live in fear. fear of rabid dogs, of dirty water, of cutting my foot on coral and dying of tetanus. once you know something you cant not know it.

there is 3 weeks till we leave on our adventure. there is 3 days until steves furniture is being packed away and freighted to italy. 2 days ago his table got all broken. it should have been the last layer of paint but it decided to bubble and react with the underneath layer. all of the surface has lifted up from the fibreglass. a big giant disaster really. so all hands on deck to sand, cut, re-fibreglass, sand, putty, sand, putty, sand, paint, sand and then paint... all before friday.
there are going to be some long long nights. i have to remain calm and positive that it will be ok. it has to. we have worked so so hard for this and steve deserves to be famous. this table has to go to milan. it is just not an option for it not to go.
im so nervous.

its nice to be in the gallery again.
its a good change from the crazy kids.
its quiet.