The blog I kept back in 2009 on my blogspot is a way more interesting read than this one. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that I had a more time alone back then and less things to do, but I considered things more and I think I was having more fun.

Despite maintaining the same level or practicality, something about this wordpress has got me treating this thing impersonally. I have the same amount of things to say but they just don’t make themselves onto here, they just circle around in my thoughts driving me nuts.

Does practicality change anything? I used to catch the train to work at my old job, an hour each way, now I don’t have a day job and it takes me seven minutes to walk to my studio. I hated trains but I was forced to sit still for at least two hours a day without a computer in front of me to distract me. In moving forward, have things actually gotten worse? Worse by what definition?

I’m in a bit of a limbo state right now. I’ve taken three months off to work on a solo show at Boutwell Draper Gallery at the end of September. I can’t really tell you what my days are like now, but a lot less happens, and that horrible metallic anxious sensation is ceaseless.

I was thinking the other day about how vampires are immortal, and how bored they must get

Oh Really Gallery presents Ears and Max Berry from Sam Irwin on Vimeo.

These guys always have the best fucking videos!

trent whitehead’s solo shows ‘the thinnest of betweens’ from trent whitehead on Vimeo.

Trent Whitehead Solo Exhibition at Monster Children Gallery, Sydney 22nd of July 2010

Self-taught Sydney artist, Trent Whitehead will present a new body of work at Monster Children Gallery. With this series, Whitehead attempts to represent a disparate and essentially unusual view of past and future.

Just like a dream is the mere sorting and cataloguing of a day’s events by our subconscious, Whitehead’s paintings on wooden panels are subtly filled with experiences of his own existence. The wondrous and often humorous paintings make up one half of the exhibition. The other half consists of his distinctive masks, which have become a significant component of his artist practice. The masks, lending themselves to the life-giving process of construction, are three dimensional embodiments of the delinquents from his paintings. Pieced together from geometric shapes and painted with the same Memphis-like colour palette and omnipresent patterning as the paintings, a certain intensity and vitality is introduced.

I’ve been throwing around some random ideas for graphics for a lady’s one piece swimsuit or a pair of boardies, or even trackies. I really want to make some trackies I don’t even know why.

I did a shitload of work before my trip to Tokyo, most of which I’ve forgotten about, but this came back to my attention.

Click for sneak peek!

A new permanent gallery has been set up in Bondi on the top floor of the Flying Squirrel called the WHISKY GALLERY. I’m one of the permanent artists so I’ll most likely be showing my prints here from now on. The lineup is gonna grow and shit is gonna go ballistic!

How do I get myself to do what I tell myself to do?

So far, it’s been relatively easy to make a list, complete that list, and move on.

But what if I just don’t feel like it? What if knowing I should do something just doesn’t cut it anymore, even if I want to do it?

I think I’m trying to ignoring myself? I’m crippled by inaction.