Defect Notion (wordplay)

Searching this concept of “progression”
a benign veil disguise of inherited obsession,
the professional possession to find human perfection.

As we go in that direction
are we missing the lesson? That maybe,
without confession, without dissection of our methods, we risk:
self-assassination,
annihilation,
devastation,
not to mention humiliation;
sacrificing evolution in the name of
systems and weapons.

Does anyone get this?
Where does it end? The need to defend
the ways in which we have condemned
too many brothers, sisters, strangers and friends
so that we can all pretend our lives are something more
than merely a means to an end.

We got caught up.
Distractions; reactions to sums, fractions
and those irregular subtractions.
We lost all the facts but somehow found all the actions,
solutions and answers
to everyone else’s problems,
but when they try to help themselves, we always try to stop them.

What questions could we answer?
Homelessness? Displacement? Cancer?
Take a glance at their reality and see that
there is no reprieve
from realities like these.

See that as we dance upon the graves of chance,
we steam towards our destiny
(whatever that might be).

Breathe.
Feel peace.
Turn off the mind and be free.

An archive of perspectives can tell us everything,
like that hating brings more hate in:
a state of disgrace for the human being;
a self-imposed mind-fuck to keep the hate
feeding, and breeding.
With each generation re-seeding the seething,
expanding with oppression demanding,
riding itself to the end of the line
starting again only to redefine
the maligned cycle that keeps it standing.

And I’ve digressed; this didn’t start as a confession
to frustration,
or lack of elation for the human condition.
Not even as a hot wind of my own depression;
but as a note on the defect notion
of progression.

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Wedding Art: Easy Paint Spatter Invitations

I’ve been telling myself that a lot of people who opt for handmade/homemade invitations tear into the design process with the same mixture of admirable optimism and deranged naivety as I did.

After many, many hours spent on Pinterest, wading through hundreds of interesting, creative, time-consuming, expensive, over the top and intricate design ideas, I finally concluded that 1. my expectations of myself were way too high (even if not necessarily out of reach), and 2. a simple design that is easy to print, and a short, cheap list of materials was what we really had in mind.

Realistically, anything more than that for a piece of paper that 98% of people will throw in the bin anyway (Please Recycle!) wouldn’t be a very true reflection of who we are as individuals, or of the kind of party atmosphere we are going for.

This is what I achieved, with each invitation taking only a few minutes all up to make (after design):

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I downloaded the font (DK Oranjerie), you can find it here. I then typed up the invitations in MS Word, and printed them on my home printer, 2 to a page, on 160gsm printing paper. Sliced ‘em to make A5 invitations and then went to work spattering the invitations, and the envelopes, with 4 contrasting colours of watered down acrylic paint.

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We made 2 types of invitations: one for people invited to the more formal part of the day (the wedding), and one for people invited to the New Year’s Eve party later that night. I also jazzed up some envelopes with the spattering process, and a rubber stamp.

Easy and fun to make; I love visiting people and seeing these on their fridge!

Writer’s Blergh

Here we are again; staring into that searing white screen, similar to an animal caught in headlights. The dire commitment I made to  myself to publish something today is hanging sombrely over my head.

You see, I had this great idea to write about. An awesome, important and powerful subject; meaningful, challenging, gutsy, etc.

But because [enter excuse here], I haven’t had the chance…balls to write it.

And then this afternoon I was given a window of opportunity; an unlikely second chance for the space and peace to write. I sit down with the laptop, breathe deeply, assume the keyboard position and then…nothing.

Heavily aware of the time ticking away at a mad pace, I am cold and speechless.

Creative block. Writer’s shame. That crippling, systematic barrier between empty thoughts and brilliant ideas. Where once there stood a grand and daring concept, there is now ash and vanity; blank stupidity, kind of like a hangover, where one is left to wallow in the rubble of their own confusion.

And then somehow, the prospect of writing nothing at all grows altogether more fearsome. Being defeated by the blank page is far worse than polluting it with scribbles, or any one of those empty thoughts.

So I am writing this because something is better than nothing. I can always try again for that big one tomorrow.

R.

Happy Birthday Yayoi Kusama!

“If not for art, I would have killed myself a long time ago.” – Yayoi Kusama

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Yayoi Kusama, the Japanese-born, contemporary artist with a life-long obsession for polka-dots, turns 85 today. Her fascination with art and polka-dots traces back to her childhood, and she has spent the most part of her life producing bodies of work that include paintings, installations, sculptures, performances, fashion design and photographs.

Some of my favourites by Yayoi Kusama include:

Flowers that Bloom at Midnight, 2011

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The Obliteration Room, 2011

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The Infinity Mirror Rooms

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Infinity Mirrored Room, 1996

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Fireflies on the Water, 2001

My favourite thing about Kusama’s works are that they are universal; they appeal to the curious child in all of us with an ambience of fantasy and infinite possibilities. I have never seen one of her exhibitions in the flesh, but I would definitely wait in line for a chance inside one of those mirror rooms!

Check out more from Yayoi Kusama’s catalogue on her official site, or punch her name into your pinterest search bar and go on a trip.

Happy Birthday Yayoi.

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The Gallery is Up!

I’ve spent part of this morning adding a Gallery page to Hijacked Planet. Go there for a quick view of some of my favourite stuff that I’ve added to the blog so far.

Click on the ‘Gallery’ link at the top of the Hijacked Planet blog page, or just Click Here. Enjoy!

Home: A Note from West Aus.

Tasmania: hauntingly strange, painfully familiar, achingly far. It has an unsettling call that lashes wildly across ocean and desert; a spirited place with a frozen echo.

The island is both epically beautiful, and sincerely tragic, with rugged and brutal truths that were written in a long forgotten secret language.

Roads weave endlessly over steep rises and around sharp corners; you can feel the lingering nostalgia in the isolation, and hear the land whispering and murmuring to itself through the wind.

It is indescribable, and it is fascinating. It is cryptic, it is desolate, it is lonely. It is perfect.

I can’t wait to feel the cold air on my face.

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Wedding Art: Save the Date

 

I made the Save the Date for our wedding this year, using watercolours and a fine ink pen. I always get really good feedback on these kind of mandala inspired designs, so I thought it would be great to be able to send one personally to everyone.

It’s also way cheaper to make one informative artwork, photograph it, and email it to guests, as opposed to sending out 80 individual ones through the post. Incidentally, saves on heaps of paper too. Go figure?

Oh, and did you notice the Gold Tops?

Other than a couple of fatigue related errors, I’m stoked with how this came out! Now, to start brainstorming for the invitation…
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Mandala Dream Catcher

It’s a bit late to the table, but this is the first drawing for the year. It’s the first design for a totally awesome project, to be completed 31st of December 2014. I’ll have more to say about that project in the coming weeks, when the right words surface.

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Dream Catchers are really cool, when they aren’t New-Age-Made-In-China-Over-Commercialised-Tokens-of-Hype. I’m certainly not one (these days) to go down to the local hippie shop, purchase a dream catcher, hang it over my bed at home and expect my nightmares to subside.

The thing about dream catchers that gives me the warm fuzzies is the web-like construction, the In With The Good And Out With The Bad philosophy associated with them, and the downright whimsy of the things. They are relatives of the mandala, another ancient creative practice.

This is a sketch for a series of designs based on the same mandala. Graphite pencil.

 

R.

From the Sketchbook: More watercolours, more mandala

Inspired by space and love

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On Xmas evening, I took to the watercolours again and spontaneously drew this mandala. Creative motivation is brief for now, and it’s important to run with it when it does pop up, however infrequently that is.

More colour mixing practise; I’m trying to get as many different tones out of the paints as possible, but the pigment is sensitive, and often leads me into accidentally creating a colour that is already on the palette! Blending is the next technique I plan to experiment with.

I intended to sharpen the whole thing with an ink pen, and started to in the middle. But the colours are quite harmonious together so I’m sitting on my hands with that decision…

Mandalas are fun for watercolour studies. Each time I draw a new one, it is somehow more satisfying than the one before it. Perhaps I am accessing more of myself with each mandala; maybe  I’m just getting a steadier hand and more creative control! One thing is for sure: mandalas are fun, pretty and soulful. What more could you ask for when you’re scribbling in your sketchbook?

Happy New Year!

 

R.