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Another year, another zine fair.

This year was the best one yet, for me anyway. I created a new called Sheena, with a central character of the same name. This was different to things I have done before because I used the same character throughout instead of a selection of random drawings. This purpose made me make a better zine than I ever have. It verges on comic book but not quite, it has no real narrative. Sheena is special to me nonetheless, because she basically is me.



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Some of these zines you can buy on my etsy store.

Thanks for reading!


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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My obsession with stickers is yet to go too far but it seems near on the horizon. These are just notebooks i decorated for uni or as journals. There is something really satisfying about doing this but i cant properly articulate what that is. I guess it could be that i am wanting to look at so many things at once :P The last two photos are just some desk craziness.

 This is in response to Hey Harriet‘s Shadow Shot Sunday. (which is soon to be changing hosts)

It is the artwork of Emma Hamilton from the 2011 Monash Grad show. The book is made from sheets of acetate.

This will be my last shadow shot post :(


Pages from my blank moleskin journal. I have been making some collages lately. Which is fun! -although I’m not sure they’re really collages but just a bunch of my favourite pictures stuck together.



Here is a snippet of some artworks from our Honours Grad-Show at Monash, Caulfield, so if you’re in Melbourne COME CHECK IT OUT! It finishes December 2.

At the top are images of my work entitled Flood Sequence which is a video projection. (quite hard to photograph) plus a grainy photo of me on opening night (quintessential photo of artist standing in front of work with the sole purpose of giving it to parents)

And just above is a photo of an account I wrote for Tess Healy as part of her documentation of a Scripted Speed Date in a book she collated entitled Book of Real and Fictional Documentation.


This yearbook for the 2011 Monash University Fine Art  Honours graduates was organized by the lovely Laura and designed by Andrew. Thank you guys! Here is a scan of my spread and this is the text:

“… in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.” Albert Camus

The void is like the future which can be whatever you make it. So the black board is really a metaphor for all the possibilities I see for my life or at least a comprehension of the concept of endless possibility. This unknown can of course be fearful, the constant fear of what we cannot foresee and the pressure of knowing what to do with that unknown. There is a constant struggle to make the right choices in life just as there are in the animation process.

You can also have a look at my page in the Art and Design Graduand Show catalogue as well as everyone else graduating from monash too!


Yep you heard right, i have made a zine to accompany this blog, it will be available to buy at Sticky as of tomorrow for all of those lucky enough to be in melbourne :)

Enjoy the sneak peek!



Here are some photos of the studio spaces i have had over the past two/three years at university.(I don’t think I have any from first year, or at least I can’t find them) I love creative spaces but I mainly love junk. Above is my first semester of second year uni.

Second semester of second year uni in Prato, Italy.

First Semester of third year uni back in Australia

Studio set up for assessment semester two of third year uni

Honours studio this year!

This was my desk a few weeks ago before I cleared it for assessment.


Slept in after a night of typing,

out at lunchtime with a good friend,

new acquisitions to broaden my library,

who doesn’t love grabbing  bargain,

and searching the shelves to find,

a brilliant gem in all the trash,

wedges and ice coffee in a rustic cafe,

we talk about doing this everyday,

the start of summer opening up new possibilities,

like I had forgotten the benefits,

of a touch of sun and warmth,

brace yourself, organise yourself,

I know we’ll go far.


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

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.