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i'll be back as soon as i climb out from under this

Anyone want some free convict cichlids? I have a breeding pair and about 20 babies that are now about a little over a half inch long.

Flinders Street Station with the Eureka Tower peeking over.

Art nouveau in Elizabeth St, Melbourne.

Du Juan in Vogue China December 2009, Snow Queen.

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This time 5 years ago I was a livejournal virgin and a certain Muffin commented on my blog for the first time.

This time 4 years ago I fell out of love

This time 3 years ago I was wishing I lived where I do now

This time 2 years ago I fell in love

This time 1 year ago I spent the day at the beach.

Вот... попалось на глаза. Кроме приятных звуков в наличии прекрасный ролик:


На сайт Arcade Fire тоже загляните ;) Красоты неописуемой.

 Update på barnrunk, tillägnad min främsta recensent och pr-ansvariga, FICKKNIV-Nilsson. love ja fen tonait.



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Since arktos62 liked it, here's some more of the Forum Theatre. Built in 1929 this crumbling, peeling Moorish confection is just as delightful on the inside with it's Greco-Roman statuary and a sky-blue ceiling decorated with small stars, mimicking a twilight sky. I've seen a few bands here, notably Martha Wainwright (drinks, smokes and sings) and Sufjan Stevens (is cute).

It has a wiki here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forum_Theatre





It sits opposite the hideous Federation Square. Yes that's right, I said hideous. FED SQUARE IS HIDEOUS. It' an ugly monstrosity that doesn't belong in a city of beautiful buildings. How dare I criticize Melbourne, I know, it's not allowed, especially since I am from Sydney.





I do like this little guy:





The real treasures are behind it...

Since someone else had luck identifying a painting, I'll try for mine.

Two geisha are walking together and one has an umbrella. It's called "The Promenade" and was painted by a British painter around 1910.

I flipped through a book at a market stall, didn't make a note of the artists name and then when I came back the book was gone! Donthca hate that?

Bustle, shoving of limbs, a rough scrap of cloth sliding across her face as she was jostled into someone else. So many people were crowding forward, taking up every last inch that they could and then shoving their children into the slight gaps the larger bodies made. Crushed tight between a fat woman and a sobbing child with drool and snot pouring out of every hole of it's face, and some man that was grumbling, muttering, insane jibberish at anyone that so much as glanced his way. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to clear her head. Hands all over the place, she could feel them wiggling against her, pushing her forward harder until she kicked the heel of some rich dotty thing and her snapping pup. Oh gods, please let me get out of here alive, she whispered to who ever was wanting to listen at the moment. I'll do anything, please, just let me get loose! The crowd shoved her forward again, and she did all she could to keep from dropping to hands and knees.

To tumble to the ground now would be her death.

Jerking her head left and right, she popped open her eyes to find somewhere to squeeze into. There! Gasping in foul stench of bodies, she slammed against the fat woman, sending her reeling back into a younger man with a weird accent. They both stepped on someone's foot and for a moment, she was pleased by the spiraling chaos she managed to create. But, she'd won a new spot, no more crazy man and the baby with drool foaming at the mouth. Others were doing the same, a constant sea of change as they pushed and pulled at one another. Reduced to a squabbling mad, raving monster of need. An elbow gutted her and she let out a loud ooph!, nearly whirling in reflex to slap her hand across a face, but she was trapped again, wedged into another body. Had she managed to get forward even a little bit?

More crowd was piled in, frantic sound of feet shuffling, people howling. No silence anywhere. Fear stank to the high heavens, and she had a weird feeling that the gods were infact listening, but teaching their stupid flock a lesson.

A clang rang, vibrated clear and loud over the din of the crowd, and for two blessed seconds, there was nothing but silence. No one moved, all turned their eyes forward and up. But a swell rushed forward as they realized what that noise had meant. Louder this time, the howling turned into whispers of prayer as more and more people realized that there was probably no way they'd get ahead of anyone else.

It was then that she got herself a grand idea.

Laughing a little, she grabbed someone's hair, her foot lifting to kick into a gut. Up up. She hooked her arm about a neck and hoisted small self. Up up! Her other foot wedged into a belt and she was finally at adult head level and could see naught but more and more people than ever imaginable. Hands pushed and she wiggled faster, not wanting to let anyone else figure out what she was up to. Sneaky little thing, she patted herself on her back if she wasn't still climbing up onto shoulders.

Without care, she launched herself forward, abusing the people with her feet as she ran and ran. Moving sea of life, hands trying to grab her and yank her back down, people snapping that it wasn't fair, what did she think she was doing, and hey! You get back here or they'd kill her. Scrappy, thin and starved, the girl stuck her finger out at all of them and kicked her foot into someone's nose, sending them reeling backwards to crash and disturb the jam packed bodies. Too bad for them, they couldn't think of a way to get themselves closer, she was going to be smarter than the whole.

Hands jerked her satchel out of someone's grubby fingers, not stopping this time to give them a bloody nose. It was becoming a race to the death. Another clanging sent the people wild, and screams began to explode far behind her. Strange little popping sounds as voices cracked. Dared not to look.

Hugging her bag of this and that, she danced from shoulder to head to shoulder, ever closer to the black iron gates that rose heavily before all of them. Massive walls that tried to reach the sky, bristling high up in the stark daylight. So many guards... She jerked her eyes away from where she was not really going and glanced forward, picking out her path with nimble thought. Catcalls arose as she drew nearer the gates, chest heaving, heart pounding in fear. Eyes wide, she scrambled more, feeling more hands try to stop her as she cut off their chance.

Whispering one last thought of a wish, she hurled herself forward and dropped heavily to the earth.

Another clang.

Gears began to click, tock, tick... slow rusty gates began to lower. Red dust filled the air.

People screamed.

Faster, faster. She kicked off the ground and again threw herself forward, sliding along rough stone, feeling flesh scrape and bleed. Glad for the pain, her hands slapping down on the streets, forcing herself back to her feeet as she ran. Guards howled out at her but she ignored them as much as she ignored every last person behind her.

More and more screams began to fill the air as behind her the earth shuddered, heaved. The gate had come crashing down. Flesh had burst under the iron rods, blood dripping off of faces staring into the city they were denied. She slowed as she turned, glancing behind her, then coming to a complete and utter stop. Chest heaving for dry air, eyes watering, everything inside of her burning up from her mad dash. Pale faces, dark faces, scared faces... Hands slapped at the gates, people begged, whined, screamed in anger.

It was so loud, her hands pressed to her ears as they wailed in fear. Confusion swallowing the crowd, others that had made it through stopped as well, staring at the large gate, watching people try to squeeze through the iron rods. Stepping over dead, pierced bodies, fingers rubbed to stubs as they tried to pry them open, only to be climbed upon. More and more pressed to the gates, bodies were crushed. More blood spilled, bones splintered. Those that made it stared, watching in stunned silence as the world beyond the gate.

Another shudder. The heavier, solid grinding of gears chugging the secondary doors slowly shut. Oak, iron, stone, full of carvings of glyphs, protective whispered secrets that would keep everyone within safe.

And when the silence finally came, no one moved. Minutes later, sound rushed over the skyward walls, surging like swollen waves. Howls of the dying, blaming their kind for leaving them.

She glanced about. Ragged, but strong. Healthy... No one that stood there with her with fear on their faces, shock at the day finally upon them unfurling swiftly without thought.

Survival.

They'd done as Nature commanded, and survived. No matter what it took.

Closing her eyes a moment, trying to find that calm center, but failing. She'd done what she had too.

Glancing about at all the others. Seeing the same question on their lips, she could not help but whisper faintly, hugging her satchel against her chest.

"Now what?"

And knew the answer, just as they did the moment she asked. We live.

Maria Carla Boscono in Vogue China December 2009.

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Last week we did a still life for school. I gathered some Xmas items to try and do something cheery but I wound up not liking it very much. I almost ran out of charcoal so had to do a lot of this with a super short charcoal nub LOL I went out and got more yesterday. :3

Pen and Marker on Paper, 2009
210mm x 297 mm

I've just updated our shop with 3 drawings.



ice cream
Click here to go to the Shop.


3 letters


zwillinge

Also, I'm on Twitter, now. I will probably just use it for site updates/shop updates/shows: http://twitter.com/lillypiri

years ago there was this awesome animation illustrating how to tell which national football team was playing by observing the movement of the ball across the field, for example with France the ball was whisked so cleverly here there and everywhere but never actually landed in the goal. I wish I had saved it somehow



( random randoms incl bonus cat sketches )