It has been rather frustrating getting online of late. Because we are in the in-between phase of moving, we no longer have the net on at home – my sweet, sweet addiction! So I have been trying to make the most of the free WiFi at McDonalds. Not the best online service, but it is better than nothing. It is currently my methadone…
I hate these in-between phases where you know something is going to happen, that you are going to make it happen – it’s just the when. It has been hard trying to find a new place to rent between work and cold feet and being uncontrollably fussy. Also owning two cats makes things a little more difficult.
And we are quickly running out of time…
The other evening while wondering around the city before heading off to do a ghost tour, I came across some amazing chalk art in the mall. I had always enjoyed emails my mum would forward on to me containing breath-taking images of 3D artworks that almost looked as if they could come to life. So on stumbling upon the real thing, I had to take some photos of my own. From the signature, the artist’s name is Ulla Taylor.
I have almost lost count as to how many times I have tried to write this post over the last 24 hours, each time being a different emotion, a different angle and idea. That is how it is for me, a full spectrum of random feelings fracturing over time. Now, I am just on the verge of drunkeness and seem to have lost almost all idea of my intention to write. All I feel like I can do is ramble in riddles that cascade through my mind, dyslexic in my thoughts and my ability to portray them in a way that someone normal – someone whom is not me, may understand them. I am lost to myself… I feel such a cuffufle of emotions, I am down because I feel unattractive and unwanted yet I am overwhelmed with happiness because I feel that I am so loved. I feel like I am at a point of nothingness and meaningless repetition in my life, but I also feel as if I am on the verge of an unforseen change of beautiful proportions… I am torn between my two side… My real self and the person I play to have any kind of grasp upon reality…
I have been playing around with my next tattoo design, one which I hope to tattoo myself. It is an Om symbol, to be tattooed on my ankle. The infinite sound of the Universe, the ultimate of all and everything that is, has and ever will be, I thought it only a perfectly fitting tattoo for me and my ideals. I hope to tattoo it this weekend. Eventually I would love to add a pink lotus to the background, caressing my ankle its grace. It will only be the second proper tattoo I have done myself, and even though my first is not perfect – it is much better than a lot of others I have seen so I am hoping it will turn out well.
Yesterday I got myself a brand spanking new laptop. I am so happy with it! It’s just perfect for what I need, especially video editing. I am hoping to enter next years Sony Tropfest with a short film. I plan to film everything, then animate each frame, also adding in some of my own original artwork. I really do hope it works out – and that I am able to finish it in time. It’s my aim to make the top films at least that travel the country for the festival it’s self. Without giving too much away, it’s going to be a short sort of horror film. Noting too gory or scary, as I’m mainly relying on my art and animation to make to whole thing look visually spectacular.
When my parents moved into their house (built in 1915) back in 2005, Mum had a feeling there was something a little strange going on. Quite often you would walk through the house and catch the scent of a perfume that no one was wearing, or you would hear footsteps coming from an empty room.
A few weeks ago on the 27th of June, my Chicken and I took part in our very first Zombie March through the city of Hobart. I had heard of Zombie Marches being held in other parts of the World, so when I found out via FaceBook that Hobart was having one of their own – I could not wait to take part. Dress as a very bloodly Zombie Bride and my Chicken as my Zombie Groom, we met others of out kind at Princess Park, more commonly known to us locals as “The Boat Park.” After drenching our selves in even more fake blood, we started straggling down towards Salamanca Markets, screaming and groaning as the crowed looked on and took pictures, faces riddled with mixed emotion – it was a great day…
We marched through the city and into the Mall before making our way up Elizabeth Street, and around to The Brisbane where we mauled at a Double-Decker bus filled with tourists before heading inside for a quick drink. Being zombies made it kinda hard to take too many photos or footage, but I have tried to make the best of what I had by playing around with Photoshop and Movie Maker. I don’t have too many group shots, but if you are in any of the photos, then please feel free to tag yourself in my 
There are many more great examples of photography from the day which can be found at these places below:
This is a drawing of my beautiful Chicken. I know he doesn’t really look like a Chicken, but he is my Chicken and I love him with all that I have from the day we met over two years ago. We became great friends and in time, much more. He is everything I have ever dreamed about and thought I would never find in this life time. But I did find him, and I want to remember that forever. In July it will be our 1 year anniversary and on that day I hope to get some more ink done, so he will always be with me.
while Chicken’s is 5. Spooky… but the two numbers are the basis for my design. I am wanting to get it on my left hand as the veins run closest to the heart and it is to fill a gap I have between another on my hand and one on my wrist. The 5 roses represent me while the thorns represent chicken. The vine is in the shape of the symbol for infinity. One of the thorns is bloodied and looks like is has pierced the skin, leaving a small inked blood droplet – over the vein that runs through from the wedding finger. It will make for tattoo number 9 – if I can resist the urge to get another one done before then.
The worst part of anything is the beginning, especially when you need to write about yourself. All the formal introductions and sifting through of irrelevant information to find something that may appeal to your audience without coming across as having a God Complex. Introductions have never been my strong point, but here it goes: I am 26 and happily taken. I live in Hobart, Tasmania – the Island State of Australia. I love tattoos & piercings and the colour and style of my hair changes more than I can count. I am a creative person and a deep thinker. I am a Ghost Tour Guide and a Paranormal Investigator. I am rather random and slightly chaotic. I like to write in poetic riddles to leave people guessing. Music is my oxygen. My Chicken is my life. I have had other blogs in the past, but it has been quite I while since I last blogged about my life (mind). So this is now my blogging home where I hope to share my artwork, videos and more with the world, along with the ramblings of one slightly strange.
