Many years ago, before I really even made zines, I spent a year making little books. I made 364, as I had a day off. I did make a big book of them all, but only made three copies, and I don’t know if anyone would be that interested in it as I have to charge a lot, as it’s a proper bound book.
But as I have a zine fair coming up on Sunday, I thought I’d make some of them into little zines. So far I’ve made up five of my favourites. Get them on Sunday at the Canberra Zine Emporium. I may list them in a five pack later in my ETSY shop. But I may not either.
It’s time to get rid of this notion of left wing or right wing. The greedy, whiney powers that be, too easily dismiss being human and caring as somehow an undesirable trait, and put it down by calling it left wing, communist, trot. It’s not ideology. It’s just about not being an arsehole. It’s about thinking outside of you own selfishness. The sooner we stop talking about wings the better. It’s about arseholes and non arseholes.
Here’s the flyer fo the Manly Zine Fair. Don’t worry, it’s not some blokefest. It’s actually the name of a suburb. A pretty nice suburb, by the sea.
As well as trying to sell my zines I’ll be running a workshop teaching different types of easy binding. You can use these techniques on your zines (there’s a workshop running at the same time) or make you own notebooks, or just a bunch of paper you want to hold together.
So it should be a fun day. I’ve always had fun. Hope to see you there.
Bonus is that they’ve use my picture for the flyer.
It’s always hard for me to choose what to take. I suppose I need some sort of market curator, but nobody’s offered. It’s kind of nice that people like much of what I do, but also frustrating, in that I sell small amounts of everything. So I need to bring every thing, every time. I sometimes wish I could be all pleased with myself with the one genius idea I had, like I see others do. But then it wouldn’t be me would it. So these card will be with me this Sunday at the Enmore Curated Markets. Details to the left.
I’ve also got a bunch of postcard packs. One of Cats, and one of my finest art, according to me this week. Next week will surely be different.
I’ll be having a stall again at the Enmore Curated Markets this Sunday the 11th of August. It’s at the back of the Vic on the Park Hotel, 2 Addison Rd Enmore NSW, from 11am till about 4pm. And for all you drunks you can grab one of your fancy boutique beers too I suppose. Saying that it’s fine for kids as it’s not in the pub, and you can pretty much avoid the drunks.
I am going to start a rant of things that get to me. But today I feel to lazy, so you’ll have to wait, but I made this little picture as a header.
I think my first rant will be about how I’m expected to be a business person and make money out of art. why can’t I just be pensioned off and draw in my room all day.
Looks like I just started.
I saw this picture years ago in a backpacker in Rhodes. It’s one of those things that just astound me. I mean who the hell thinks of these things. And not only that, They get a chimp and a woman to pose with it, photograph it, and then print a bunch of posters, and then who the hell buys it. Well the guy at the backpackers we were staying in did.
It all just leaves me bewildered.
So I painted a picture of it.
Of course I did.
From memory. It was before digital cameras, so I didn’t take photos of every single thing.
And I called it The English Gentleman.