Is it wrong to prefer being my wild characters over being myself? I feel more comfortable in their skin than mine. When I walk the street I have confidence and the feeling that all I need is me – I make people smile. I have the freedom of my imagination in this way and the freedom to be who I want to be. So perhaps I should be dressing this way all the time. Or am I escaping?

It is always important to remember not to change yourself for anyone. 

What inspires me may not necessarily inspire the common public.

Hell, what I design might not even sell – but it makes me happy. 

And this I conclude from about 3 weeks of self torment.

A revelation-seeking crisis.

The other day I found out how the human heart works. I am almost positive that I gasped on the bus when Descartes told me the deal. How amazing the motion of the heart and blood is!

Currently I am reading his book on Discourse on Method and Meditations and the explanation is written as an example of the function of the organs and how they replicate that of animals. And how the only way that we defer from animals is in our reasoning.

Of course Descartes is a god-fearing man and I don’t necessarily agree with that. But he finds evidence to substantiate that our organs attend to our senses and instincts where as our soul forms that of our reasoning and can function apart from the body.  

It is not an easy book to read but I can reccomend trying. For if you take the time to understand - these theories prove to be very interesting. Plus Descartes is a babe.

Septum piercings are just a liscence to pick your nose in public. You can just pretend you are adjusting the ring whilst you are really picking the crusties out of your hole.

Dr. Shayli Weiner 2009

I haven’t been out to club nights in so long and yet as soon as I get to Perth my legs have been having a blast (mind the physio who made one of my kneecaps fat). My new friend Petro the disco pimp has drawn open the curtains to a new world where the dance-floor lights up with that crazy shit you can’t NOT move to. Horse Meat Disco was one of my best nights out in Perth! They are a couple of disco jockeys from London so I demand you hunt them down and party. 

God it was fulfilling.

P.S. Something else that could give your mind closure to your club night woes is the new ‘Love Saves Fridays’ happening at the Republic from 10pm. Knock yourself out. I will be there naked on rollerskates

Is the title of a new club that just opened up in Perth early this July and will be running monthly. Fortunately I was back in Perth in time for the opening of this event and had my ‘psychedelic yeti’ outfit ready to go. It was amazing – for the first time in Perth I was banging heads with people who looked just as outrageous as I…

Ash Baroque is the mind behind this good old fashioned variety show with a twist. On a couple of meetings I can honestly say that we click – how can I resist a man with the bravery to try this one on the Perth public? He has a following of amazing/beautiful and inspiring friends and I hope to meet every one of them. 

Lets explode the glitter cannon all over Perth. Fuck Yeah. 

I am back in Perth on a holiday. My motive is to finally relax after so many weeks of being high strung and devoting my time to nothing but uni work. I also aim to raise enough money through working my old job to get to Tokyo and visit my brother. I have nearly made enough too!

Last weekend I felt it time enough to rustle up some feathers and frazzle the people of Perth. I did this through the character of the Psychedelic Yeti. I created the costume in it’s entirety. It had a mask with a permanent smile and ornate detailing, and art deco feather headpiece and red circular ears. I also wore a leotard and layers of fringing, fur and roses around my neck. All made for a rather shocking and haunting costume.

I remained sober through the night and graced the clubs and the dance-floor with my movements and prowling. Many couldn’t stand the mask – through fear and through not being able to know my identity. Many wanted to touch me and even more found it sexual. I didn’t speak a word all night – just gazed directly into the eyes of all in an intentionally uncomfortable way. I aimed to be above humans. 

Photographs to Come.

If I wasn’t such an internal person I should probably be yelling at someone or something. But the deal is that I go out of my way to visit friends I haven’t seen in ages  because I miss them. I also had done an artwork for one of them and was very excited to give the print to her. I came back from a going away party early to make sure I could make it to their house. I even rang up to double check they would be awake/there when I arrived as it was a 20 minute walk to get there. She was down the road at a friends house but said she would walk back to meet me.

I got there and was let into the house and fell asleep waiting for someone who didn’t actually come home at all. I just made the bed and left the artwork there this morning. Basically these are the times where I feel my energy is wasted on a rewardless result. I love giving to people and I go out of my way to be there for others when I can. But I just feel like a fuckin’ doormat.

We had to do an illustration assignment at uni where we take two artists of our choice and replicate their style in one of our own artworks. I don’t have the whole picture of mine to put up here as I need to get in reach of an A3 scanner. But here is a sneak preview of a midget with a GIGANTIC COCK playing his drum. I think we can all agree on his beautiful pubes. It is based on the Nouveau illustrator Aubrey Beardsley. Please – enjoy his soulful beats.

I got a movie out this evening by an Italian director named ‘Fellini’ set in ancient Rome. It is hard to explain exactly what the plot is about. I can tell you that it involves two beautiful young men competing for the same lover (who is also a pretty young boy). I can also tell you that it is both confusing/hilarious/erotic and above all else – visually gratifying. I am a sucker for the costumes/makeup/styling and sexy greased up young men in skimpy togas that this movie so blatantly gloats. Here, have some screen shots!

Trimalchio's Party

The Lovers

Intimacy

Pretty Boy

Giltion and his strange hand movements