You’re annoying me.
Ladybird Ladybird fly away home
You’re annoying me.
New zine with my favorite zine author Katie Haegele
We’ve been meaning to get around to this for a while, but it’s finally done. I’m happy to brag about this little zine with my pictures to Katies story about a dress. It has everything, fashion, zine fairs, love and not love. Out soon through ETSY or when I’m next at Eveleigh Artisans market.
Tongue of a shoe
It rains here.
It’s good to have a hat.
And the mushrooms will be making a visit.
As the weather was so bad
I stayed in and did some painting. Painting for nothing in particular.
I’ll be selling these little originals soon on ETSY.
There was a time.
And will be again.
That’ll shut him up!
I’ve finally scanned some of my ancient paintings in the the computer thing.
This is from a series that was called, “Slaughter of the innocents,” but really, no innocents were hurt.
I am not open to discussion.
Now leave me alone.
It’s happening
When I was in Melbourne earlier this year for the Sticky Zine Fair, we were staying at a friends house. We spent the evening watching My Kitchen Rules, probably because we could talk over the top of it and nobody would get upset. Anyway there was this brother /sister team from the Sunshine
Coast. My friend (who is gay) was getting really upset with the brother and all his mincing around, playing up to the camera. My friend said that he must have gone through some kind of slang dictionary to find non offensive exclamations of frustration. Now I know people (I must admit I kind of do it too) who make up sayings hoping that they get taken up by everyone and you can feel that somehow you’ve influenced how people talk.
Last month I was teaching some teenagers how to make some handmade notebooks, and there was a bunch of girls who were friends all sitting together. I had taught them something and was approaching them to say to come up and see how to do the next stage. One of the girls was not quite getting there and trying to rush, and her friend said “Calm the Farm!” And all I could think was how many people would be upset that this little half-wit of awfulness had now influenced that language of our youth.
There is no justice.
Change,
is not always for the better
Nicholas Beckett Visionary 