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Dear loyal followers, it not you its me… Sadly I have outgrown this blog and have decided to start a fresh one for all my developmental work over here. Feel free to follow again if you want to keep seeing my work :)

so long, farewell, we’ve had a good run.

love katpig.

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Hey there, it has been a while since I posted but since then I have made three new zines of both my drawing and writing!

I recently had a stall at the Melbourne Tonerpalooza zine fair (first of its name). It was terrifically fun and scary at the same time. I met a lot of other awesome and lovely zinemakers/buyers. There is also a post about it on the thousands where I’m briefly featured!

So here you go:

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long time no post :( but good news! Here is a new film I made for a film class. It’s called day in the life of bear. I don’t own the rights to the music

As it turns out, to my sheer delight, that I don’t destroy everything I touch! It doesn’t turn to gold either but you can’t have everything right?

   

I got a new camera a few weeks back, a Canon EOS 650D and am having so much fun just snapping away. Yet somehow I still find analogue much easier :P These are just some macro experiments – as well as being genuinely excited that I, renowned cactus-killer, can grow plants again!

 

The people from Toemail have re-blogged my post Summer is here on their blog!

How awesome! Feel free to go on over and check it out as well as the rest of their site, which is focused on feet and toes.

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,300 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 22 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

 

Happy New Year everyone!!

katpig

Here is a what I thought was a really nice photo until I saw my hand extruding it’s pinkness into the frame as some kind of sun-glare-blocking mechanism. Haha oh well. It was taken either October 2009 of February 2010, I cannot be quite sure. Part of Hey Harriet’s Shadow Shot Sunday.

katpig

There has got to be a better way of living life than the one we westerners know/are taught. It’s so contrived, we think we want and need new things like furniture, clothes, men/women, an internet connection, tea with biscuits… Why do ‘lifestyles’ have to rule our lives? we can do whatever we want. But has this infrastructure we’ve created around ourselves now limit us of our true potential to live a happy life? When your happiness comes from the inside you can deal with anything, you are content but if your happiness comes from buying possessions then you will never stop wanting things. Why is it that we teach people that they will have responsibility one day. All responsibility we have is to ourselves… we are selfish, I am selfish. It’s natural to look out for yourself first, does that make it a bad thing? Do you think that people can truly learn from other peoples mistakes or do we each have to learn these things with time and experience and fault of our own?

that’s my rant for the day ;)

katpig

i wonder who could live here, and use this living room? perhaps when we are asleep lego men wander around, turn on the telly and raid the kitchen cupboard etc…

this image is from my studio at uni, i’m currently thinking about the use of scale.

  katpig  ;D

I absolutely love finding new stores where i can pick up great stuff for so cheap! The place i went today is off glenferrie road and it was like a cave of wonders, with all the elements that a great op shop should have, mountains of books as far as the eye can see and shoes scattered nderneath all shelves amongst flippers and  roller blades and miscellaneos kitchen tensils all 50 cents each. With plastic jewellery and porcelain ornaments cluttering the front window attracting the twinkle eyed passers by, such as myself ;) and you simply can’t forget the cheery seniours who’ll accept “whatever change you’ve got, love.”

ahhh… the best kind of good time

love katpig

Fingernails,

Sky that is pale,

Ink drawing,

Soft waves falling,

Empty bed,

Books waiting to be read.

katpig

Thoughts of many yesterdays,

Floating up, flying far away,

New motives and new ideas,

With still the same fears,

What a wonderful time i had,

To realize only now is sad,

So i begin to look around,

Nothing to compare have i found,

But now forging pathways,

Trying not to conform but stay,

True and always nowing myself,

Insightfulness has sat on the shelf,

For too long it seems to me,

I should take it down if i wish to be,

Happy.

  katpig

Dry,

Chill,

It spits outside,

People sitting in front of doorways,

Anger riles,

Flowery boots,

Ring,

Smell,

So what,

I thought of walking home,

But now not so sure.

  katpig

Foot with pins and needles,

Head with dull ache,

Squishy eyes that keep on drooping,

A stomach almost starving,

Amind that lingers,

On thoughts of coming days,

And endless thoughts of you.

  katpig

Rising with pride, joy and contentness,

Nervous yet glad with anxious ambitions,

About all the things I wish to acheive,

Will I get where I want to be,

Learned and interesting with all kinds of anecdotes,

I will read all the greats and study all i can think of,

From old sailing ships to astrology,

The anatomy of the newt and the skeletal structure of a moose,

How tall california redwoods grow ,

And how many ants live in one colony,

Yes one day I will be educated and write great stories for all to read,

Alas I fear that this all too hopeful and not near,

To what reality will arrange for me.

katpig.

Say good morning to George,

And give him a wink,

Look down at the kitchen sink,

Sigh no time for this mess now,

Eat breakfast and look out the window,

Trying not to take things slow,

Running out of milk again,

Justifications run through my head,

But I just want to to go back to bed…

katpig

sometimes we enjoy the same things,

like eating noodles and talking about nirvana,

most of the time we like different things though,

i will read a paperback while you watch motor racing,

i might want to go to an art gallery,

but you’d rather go to a war memorial,

either way it doesn’t matter because i still remember,

when you first asked me,

while munching on spicy chicken hokkein noodles,

what my favourite of their songs was.

  katpig

A deserted park,

I swing alone,

Like the child I am,

I want to feel alive,

Struggling to find,

What I seek,

Dragging my jumper,

Through the woodchips,

Always thinking,

However silently.

  katpig

And now he’s gone,

He left in the night,

I wish I could understand,

Why these feelings happen,

But now its like I’m leaving,

All over again and again,

Things change and some remain,

I think I know better now,

But what does he know,

Of travelling all alone,

For you see I have felt all these,

Scared and lonesome feelings before.

  katpig

the lobby again,

too many people,

chocolate,

made plans,

group critiques,

scruffy,

that smile,

that jacket,

tired,

busting,

lazy,

inadequate,

uncomfortable,

alone,

again.

katpig