Dear neglected little blog, please forgive me. It has been a long and unforgiving month. Now I have escaped down under, my dear, and we may have more time together; or perhaps less, if weather permits and will reach above twenty degrees and will envelope us with the sweltering heat we expect yet can be surprisingly aloof in early summer here. This country is in a frenzy of anti-politics, having pledged to carbon trading, forsaken it, overthrown the very leader that was suppose to make these changes, and regresses appallingly under the leadership of a hard ex-lawyer who's tight-lips, as observable in humans, will always indicate a cold heart.  Always the follower under pretence of leadership; always an incompetent swimmer in deepwater, forsaking the deeper knowledge of his ability to float placidly but rather will struggle.  We can supply ourselves, we can be a leader of our own populace and we can be on our own.  Colonial ties bandage our eyes and blind us from our own powers as a state, and our own capabilities to direct our own path.
It is, however, the glorious country of memories with a happy populous full of pride and an infectious energized calm.  I can finally make sense of the strangers I come in contact with.  It may sound trite, but if you ever need to remember what living with hope was, or what it feels like to be truly warm, and truly at peace, this is the only place I have found, for myself, that reaches these goals.  That being said, my perception may be distorted as I only resign in Australia when in a period of repose, or in short, a holiday, but nevertheless I find the quality of life here to be quiet unique and perplexing. Its indefinitely reassuring to find oneself situated somewhere that is most likely off the map of nuclear catastrophe, incredibly temperate, and entirely agriculturally sustainable on an individual level.  I know, if the world is enveloped by a disaster of catastrophic proportions, where I would rather be located.
Now enough of this banter. Here are some lovely uplifting things to make you happy. There will be, of course, more banter in the new year.

you're a woman, i'm a machine

Wild at Heart, Kept in Cages

I curated my first ever exhibit in the second-floor Transit Space of OCAD, featuring the work of three talented young artists who are very dear to me. We are all extremely happy with the result, and it was a dream working with these girls for the first time.  Wild at Heart, Kept In Cages is a drawing and installation -based collaborative show, and the reception is tomorrow night at 7 for as long as I can hold out before fleeing back to the studio to resume my eternal enslavement in the bowls of the basement workshops at school, my current ball and chain.  The lovely artists can be found here:

Fox Xoft

Taya Cornett

Beth Kotierk

Photos to come from this...

Some much needed motivational words from a surprisingly positive future-state inner-city youth. Having Will Smith as a father has a lot of perks, including the option to get cryogenically frozen for a few hundred years until people are mass-evacuated to the moon to live in gravity monitored space domes. Phew! I'm ever so glad, because talent like this only comes once every few centuries nowadays. And what does the year 4010 look like? Weaves are entirely make of factory-farmed standard poodle hair and manicures are circuit based, allowing for various home utilities to be incorporated into the wave of a glossy finger. And better yet, thanks to inflation balancing, they are still affordable enough even for the allowance of the spawn of a ten-year-old millionaire!

Fiberoptic heels by Francesca Castagnacci

TOTAL REHAUL

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