Baby in my bed

I bought a new ring

Rad projects:

1) Record art.
bowls, clocks, wall art. Painting, bending, breaking, melting, cutting.

woah, I think I just matured.

Dorrigo mountain.

Last week Mama, Papa, Aunt, Uncle and I ventured up to the Dorrigo mountains. We went there to see the 'Incredible view', the fog was so damn thick you could barely see a few feet ahead, it made for some interesting photographs though.
The cow featured above was heavenly pregnant, and appeared to be in some sort of pain, I wouldn't be surprised if there is a new baby calf in this world.

Art Attack

Art Attack - Mona Lisa

Art Attack - The Son of Man  

Art Attack - The Girl with the Pearl Earring

Art Attack - Vincent Van Gogh     

just because they are weeds,
doesn't mean they are any less beautiful

I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off.

The Picture of Dorian Gray cont.

- I never approve or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life. We are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices.
- The real drawback to marriage is that it makes one unselfish. Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality.
- The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid of ourselves. The basis of optimism is terror.
- If you want to mar a nature, you have merely to reform it.
-  Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about.
- A cigarette is the perfect type of pleasure. It is exquisite and leaves one unsatisfied.
- Love is a more wonderful thing than Art.
- One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
- Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws.
- The one charm of the past is that it is the past.
- Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.
- We live in an age that reads to much to be wise, and thinks to much to be beautiful.
- Life itself was the first, the greatest, of the arts, and for it all the other arts seemed to be but preparation.
- Those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie.
- No theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance compared with life itself.
- Art, like Nature has her monsters, things of bestial in shape and with hideous voices.
- For the canons of good society are, or should be, the same as canons of art. Form is absolutely essential to it. It should have the dignity of a ceremony, as well as its unreality, and should combine the insincere character if a romantic play with the wit and beauty that makes such plays delightful to us.
- Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.
- Man was a being with a myriad lives and myriad sensations, a complex multiform creature that bore within itself strange legacies of thought and passion, and whose very flesh was tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead.
- There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.
- When a woman marries again it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.
- Nowadays all married men live like bachelors and all the bachelors like married men.
- A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.
- I like men with a future and women who have a past.
- Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast.
- Ugliness was the one reality.
- He was prisoned in thought. Memory like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away.
- Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art.
- A burnt child loves the fire.
- Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin.  It was imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood.
- In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That is all.
- As for omens, there is no such things as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.
- Knowledge would be fatal. It is uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
- Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.
- All crime is vulgar, just as all vulgarity is a crime.
- If a man treats his life artistically, his brain is his heart.
- Art had a soul, but that man had not.
- The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true. That is the fatality of Faith, and the lesson of Romance.
- To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early or act respectable.

The Picture of Dorian Gray

-But beauty, real beauty ends where intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of the face.
-The Church, they don't think. A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen.
-There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is best not to be different from one's fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.
-I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.
-You never say a moral thing, and you never do a wrong thing. Your cynicism is simply a pose.
- Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not one of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion.
- He never dreams of considering whether the idea is right or wrong. The only thing he considers of any importance is whether one believes it oneself. Now, the value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it. Indeed, the probabilities are that the more insincere the man is, the more purely intellectual will the idea be, as in that case it will not be coloured by his wants, his desires, or his prejudices.
- I like persons better than principles and I like persons better than anything else in the world.
- A dream of form in days of thought
- It is sad to think of but there is no doubt that Genius lasts longer than Beauty. That accounts
for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.
- Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins,if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self development.To realize one's nature perfectly- that is what each of us is here for.
- People are afraid of themselves  nowadays  They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable  They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of all morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion- These are the two things that govern us.
- But the bravest men amongst us are afraid of themselves.
- Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
- Beauty is a form of Genius- is higher, indeed than Genius as it needs no explanation.
- People say sometimes that beauty is only superficial. That may be so. But at least it is not as superficial as Thought is. To me Beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances  The true mystery of the world is visible, not invisible.
- He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression, or when some thought terrifies us lays sudden siege to the brain and calls us to yield.
- I adore simple pleasures, they are the last refuge of the complex.
- Fidelity. Even in love it is purely a question for physiology.
- Great aristocratic art of doing absolutely nothing.
- I am told that pork-packing is the most lucrative profession in America, after politics.
- She behaves as if she is beautiful. Most American women do. It is the secret of their charm.
- There was something terribly enthralling in the exercise of influence. No other activity was like it. To project one's soul into some gracious form, and let it tarry there for a moment; hear one's own intellectual views echoed back to one with all the added music of passion and youth.
- Punctuality is the thief of time.
- Nowadays people know the price of everything, and the value of nothing.
- The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of their custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect- simply a confession of failure.
- Faithfulness  The passion for property is in it. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid others would pick them up.
- People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.
- Was the soul a shadow seated in the house of sin?
- But there was not motive power in experience. It was as little of an active cause as conscience itself. All that it really demonstrated was that our future would be the same as our past, and the sin we had done once, and with loathing, we would do many times, and with joy.
- It often happened that when we thought we were experimenting on others we were really experimenting on ourselves.

Alex Prager

 a self-taught photographer, takes her cues from pulp fiction, the cinematic conventions of movie directors such as Douglas Sirk and Alfred Hitchcock, and fashion photography. Resembling movie stills, her unnerving photographs—crisp, boldly coloured  shot from unexpected angles, and dramatically lit—feature women disguised in wigs, dramatic makeup, and retro attire.
                     There is nothing more beautiful, or staged as tragedy. 

Taken from Prager's COMPULSION 2012, WEEK-END 2010, THE BIG VALLEY 2008.

The Picture of Dorian Gray

"But beauty, real beauty, ends where intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of the face." 

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