there is a better one than the one above of eva standing in the studio in her socks blows up an silly long sausage cock phallus balloon. undercut by that same cheeky grin. dirty innocent good. below me in my Elders shearers singlet at studes...

dude sitting on a toilet.
stuff found on a bit o' paper

'doing work want to be a homo. way to a new world without divisions where social group on gropu struggles are a big der and over. its not like you don't want to not grow up get married and have kids. but you wanna let it slip out your own way. homo. not tidy up. daggy egalitarian disco grouse. sex is sweeeeeeeet and not dominating. no more fighting friends. its the only group i wan to belong to - local*slippery*nice.'

off to tcb to give Grestest Hits ma stoopid cd. 

CROSS COLOURING
An exchange between Gambia Castle (NZ) / Joint Hassles (MEL)
Curated by Harriet Kate Morgan and Sarah Hopkinson
Opening Friday 18 September, Hell gallery, 6 til late
September 19 – October 10, 2009

Josh Petherick / Alex Vivian / Jess Lucas / Kate Smith / Harriet K Morgan / Christopher LG Hill / Lane Cormick / Rob McHaffie / Helen Johnson / Kain Picken / Nick Selenitsch / Sean Bailey / James Deutsher / Dan Arps / Nick Austin / Andrew Barber / Fiona Connor / Simon Denny / Daniel Malone / Tahi Moore / Kate Newby / Tao Wells

spaces avail at Kerr st. two at $160, one space $120. come along now lady.

Eco-jaded
'we are all fucked' Alex baker. or fucked up or thinking about fucking. snorting pigs. it makes me feel so free. Fatalism is freedom. Freedom is a corny word but I still wants is. But not just 'Freedom', freedom to do, freedom to say.I guess I'm trying to say Murphys law will always win, so I gonna stay cheap and cheerful and getting on wid it. The fuckedness is only encouraging.

xo empty ing my giant diaframe on the comunity garden. nipping some parsley for my eggs xo

sweeeeet little gran a poos. sick with flu a woos. tied her hair up a woos to go to the hairdressser a woos. so stubborn didn't tell she was sick a wooos. had piggy flu a woos. and still lives. so vain so hair. still don't know her agey wooo wooos. studied ikebana a wooo wooos. has mums year twelve pottery out a woo woos. kiss kiss xx

http://www.utopianslumps.org/previous_exhibitions.php?viewShow=33

peta! will look into it for you, the remains are with mel at utopian so I dunno. will get on to courier next week, I keep wanting to paint on pipi/yayoi, but I guess that's imorallle cause you already paid yo clams. Today I'm doing a thing for a greatest hits publication for TCB soon. sean has a show there next week. wish yo could of been here for his release the other soir, was swell. Alex and I are are on it, but space is already fully, we have two week install, so maybe we should sit on our hands till then. There is a gambia castle swap comming up-Harriet kate is organising it an wrote a good thing. the drawing up there is from the joint hassles poster show. Egon schiele , no glove no love , rub. will get pip to you soon pup. xx

Up on the wall at Utopian Slumps and in a stacky on the floor at Sutton

rectangular, no triangular

posting off a copy of 'Heavan and Earth' to the farm. will make for some interesting discussion when I go home I bet. I like Lisa and Sam's show at Hell, I like that they went little, less gawdy, Greatist Hits video of some shearer install dude putting up there work is hell swell. Install dudes, gangs of shearers. Jock is in QLD managing a portfolio of Cattle properties. Beff is going 'ganbusters' he says. Agri-business hey? I wanna go up and get stoned with beef giants sons. I am pretty stuck into my ideas of the old money high life, polo and drugs please. Art does seem to ignore sex. I have stolen this idea, because I think it's a good one. Fiction is up in it, but not exhibitions. Dirty shows would be nice. I heart the white-cube, turns things into art, don't like sight-specific, it's a bit daggy, whiter than white thanks. didn't like Cockatoo Island, nothing in that show really dealt with that space, just borrowed its cred, forget history, forget local and forget community that feeds into whitey patriotic, get Liberal, don't join a team, not even the anarchists, the world will obnly fix up perhaps if we are allowd to not join teams, that we don't have to homogonise to sought out the environment, but that environmental decisions be a system infastructure underneath to just get the hell on with he we be over the top. Perhaps 'Heavan and Earth' has something, of course we will be wiped out one day, and so we should, hey why not, perhaps 'saving the earth' doesn't have to be about saving our own arses but more about not being jerks hey, there is something so consumer about how we are going about it. Just remember, I'm not the phoney your the phoney, jerk xx

I should write cause you look and ther is nothing new, I'm a bit drunk, have been out with mum and dad, am listening to Gugg think they have secret track, really want to  send dad to listen to matt griffin at ACCA, i think i just latched onto the bits that are about me. everytime he says my dad, dads farm i LISTEN, food hey, my vegan friends say Singer is a fuck. 

dan's grandma from a nursing home at byron bay said, dan be a peacenick, war sux

Hi Kato,
That looks familiar!!!
Can you act like old money???
Reminds me of Grandma somehow!!
Are you excited about your exhib!! Hope the installing goes well - looking forward to seeing it & you - think it will be that week of 4th May - more later.
Just got to help Dad move out the back paddock.
Love you, Mum

Hey Bill! 

!Come see some shit paintings!

can't you act like old money

by kate smith

Opens Wed 22 Apr 6-8pm

22 Apr - 9 May 2009

its a play off between creating and not making. The counterweight is more important. are artifacts to ideas o k. there in lies the rub. 

ugg lee old thingg

dudes in training

hey there is a studio space free at Kerr Street if anyone needs an awsome one. xx

po mo bo ho

I have been reading a bio on Francis Bacon. Not sure why. Cause it was on the studio floor and I was busting to read. It's called Anatomy of An Enigma. I can't even laugh, jesus christo! But he's growing on me, I love his dirty fagness, his 1930's ness, sado-boho queen......"Bacon certainly made a lasting habit of 1930's Bohemianism. Even as an old man, he would lather his face for shaving with an old sock if he had no brush to hand". I must be Bohemian after all. Trying to locate the next show around a certain time frame, I want all the times, today its can be the 30's, I think all of bo-ho modernism is up for grabs....I grabs... 

In between Anais Nin, found this

we keeps talking about irony...maybe I have had enough of that? But is the peak of it (the prick of it) or the everyday of it, the sunday newspaper magazine article on it ( i stole that idea) where it ends up something like this...

::::: The apartment is full of furnishings I find individually ugly - silver candelabra, tables with nooks for trailing flowers, enormous mulberry satin poufs, rococo objects, things full of chic, collected with snobbish playfulness, as if to say, 'We can make fun of everything created by fashion, we are above it all.'

everything is touched with aristocratic impudence::::: 

this is not enough, but a start. 

little tip dump stuff

Doing a twelve day working week. I think it's making me a bit gushy... It's good too. I feel efficent like I'm saving for something. And I am saving to cover rents and pay for my show. Which is now today starting to scare the bejesssus outta me. Not scare, well yes scare. I went to texticles (good) the other night and realised that space aint as little as I thought, perhaps I am not just going to be able to sneeze it out over a weekend!! and feel a bit flaky, at openings an stuff I'm the same saying """ Yeah I have a show comming up in april at TCB"" blargggggggggg cause cause I feel like I talk talk but don't do do. I keep thinking "privacy!". I know I feel like a liar cause I have been away from the studio for all these days, and The show so far is a few things I like on the floor. This show is going to be vaguer and kinda more 'beyond me' to exlain than usual perhaps.

Last year was very easy. I just need time at the studio coal face and it will solve.

I want to thank SHANKS! the peps who do blog, It can feel indulgent, it is, but reading honest stuff makes me feel closer to being in the studio. I just felt a bit 'believed in' last year and now I could trippppp/disappoint.*cry cry*

I wrang my brother and asked him to take a photo of the farm tip and send it too me. I was walking out to see it while home for xmas and collecting scraps like a little one, bring them back to my room that has been repainted, bieged out, by my mum and all my old trinkets, rocks and posters are gone. I am allowed to decorate again. But thats weird like pretending I am fourteen again. It was pre boarding school shrine.

The tip, has the faux brick cladding from my gran's house in it, like here house has been exploded into it. I would walk out and go 'hey life is a destructive thing and that's ok n' difficult'. I am always trying to come up with the summary of freaking everything! like the life is a uni lecture to summarise. But you can't, and that's good. Means there is lots to be done. The tip is a crack/ gutter in the creek with cheeky stuff poked into it.

Bro wouldn't take the photo, he said 'it shouldn't exist'.

SYDNEYtown

snakeoil
obsessssed with Alex Vivians Farking-beautiful smoodgy hangover at Neon Parc.

going through old diaries.
old MANIFESTO
...The farm is sawn outta optimism. All the inherited paintings are shit n muddy. Except for the the Parriultcha. Mum keeps asking me to get it valued.I can't get myself to follow that up. Mum is good at farm art rustica, poly pipe, wreaths, rust, rocks, she paints everthing black. This is typical, but everything is so brute macho and oversized its good.
Ripped up old lino that was over 50's womens weekleys.
There were articles about when plastic was invented. Plastic was awesome future. Snake oil to a po-mo hangover.

commune

being back at the farm for christmas was brat. I was petulant. I was 14. but kinda St Francis of a c c. getting up walking and listening to Nirvana, thinking about the grunge's take at Nature! driving through Wagga, noticing all the Co-operative, things supermarkets, farm supply business, being close to the farms but far from the city hippies, hippies does that word even count anymore, reading southern gothic, Carson McCullers the 'heart is a lonely hunter' thinking bout rural socialism. The National party, a weird mix of socialism and free-trade, romanticism and patriotism. We wanna make all the money, we like rich, but we wanna trades as Co-Ops, and but when we are poors support us cause we are the guts, balls and soul of the nation. Towns being put to sleep, having the fake water stopped, land wont sell. The grapes of wroth. It always feels like its coming to a head, coming to the break out there, that things can't move beyond this part and its gonna bust or revolt. But it don't. 

To tunes, being angst and away from Melbourne makes what I can do when I get back so freaking possible! I spent the first bit of 2009 riding in the back of a car, I pulled up my hood and promised and promised, good ones not melancholy ones to come back and make better art about all I am confused about. I am surprised that I am thinking about these things, but I like thinking about human solutions to stuff and ourselves, But then the determination causes trying. Trying to hard. Banging up a manafesto! this trying is poetry and not like making. If i just gets the freak on with it, it will all be there. Those things are only base. But i thinks it will be ok, cause I've noticed. Over earnestness, failure.

some one thinks bill donovan is me. its not true ! he is real and not me. living in the US and teaching. we got to be friends cause I wanted to quote his friend dan attoe in whoops kibbutz. x

so the profile picture isnt really me. its chad morgan. my dad always goes on about him. buck teeth. ha ha. i looked up his lyrics sooo racist. but good for me me cause i like the sticky spots. I am looking at a pearl jam cover. I am drunk and thinking the discuss in art in australia was good and  surprising. my friend sweetly sends me all the mags for free. maybe she thinks i need to get smart. x bless her. anyway i left art in aust last. but it had the best interview. and I heart alex baker for saying authenticity is racist. freaking banging and what i am thinink about. heart thazt. xx

chuckles 2008

your dead meat new space x

x dear pedro almodovar thankyou for reminding me we a are all useless cool idiots x

Rauschenberg  *if you are dealing with multiplicity, variation and inclusion as your content, then any feeling of complete consistency or sameness is a violation of that attitude. I had to try consciously to do a work that would imply the kind of richness and complexity I saw around me*

commune

'Comedy is crazy V's conservative' from Informal Rituals at TCB this year

Fairweather didn't need us

keith was perhaps an arsehole

Balla: frame

bit worried about my lack of scepticism at the moment. Perhaps its a plateau on to something new. New sincere? I keep thinking about that article in the last Un mag about new sincerity, it kinda endeared me to what Melbourne art is like and what I wasn't liking about mine. Pretty scared of irony or my own Po-Mo-ness at the moment. But not totally willing to back expression n sharing. Maybe the lack of wit is about making new friends. About not impressing new acquaintances. Maybe its failing a few things. And it could also be total disbelief instead. Total go away tooouuufffoussand and eight, I want two o o nine cause I am bored. I'm gonna do 200009 paintings till this ssucker is over.  

*when sitting on the floor cutttting up plastics*for their colours*issss still the best*this art thing wont be over soon*and is still angst at core

look at neon parc projects "i dig your voo doo"

!artist statement!
Yeah ! it's really mean with no stuff sometimes, just words, I heart words, or *My Art* is messy, making things grotty like they have gone through time. time. making "your rooms a brothel! ". The last bastiogggne of freedom n anarcky, The World is so square. Square. I like having lots of different mediums and not being very good at any of them. and groups of materials too, wood with plastic is important, it like the crux (crotch) of the problem n world n human beings. I really like painting becasue I am awful at it ! I make art about art becasue I heart art and have hung out with it so long its become my personal life too ! I make art about comming from a farm *cry cry* and going to university and going overseas and once was a hippie and being a white kid , a white daughter *cry cry*!

Hi Kato,
How are you, just wondering if you have been successful with a seat home on Xmas eve - certainly hope so.
Nothing very much happening here - Dad busy spraying grasshoppers - havn't taken to the wing yet but lots coming out of the Bethungra Hills apparently where they laid in the hard ground in Autumn.
Did you back the winner yesterday???
Love u Mum