Last one out of Perth please turn out the lights

I'm not sure who wrote this, but I reckon it's ace. Got it plastered on the inside of my roof now so I can keep it mind next time I'm on the inside.

Today was a floatilla of folded notes in fact. This one looked something between a boat and that triangle thing that's stuck in the middle of the Louvre. Opened it up for sweet words from a couple of annoymous writers. Actually, by the end of the day I was feeling a little paranoid, I had enough sweeping offers to fill a drunken powder-room.


More notes this time from the French brother and sister team who're travelling the country, working, hanging out and (evidently) folding their way into the hearts and minds of Australia. Thought the little frog was inspired though... what do they say about owners and their pets?


This is the way the day began, thought I was going to be slowly eaten to death by 68 small children when I mistakenly asked one of them if they'd like a biscuit. I guess you learn these things. Do you think this is how the Beatles felt when they came to Perth in '64? I'm hoping for a junior sized portion of hit singles to come my way over the next 8 years followed by a string of naff solo albums, a potential homicide, a spin off series about a cute train engine and a-symmetrically limbed marriage that ends in tears and mud slinging. 


Ok, so this is what Lauren (who happens to be the Awesome Arts administrator) would potentially look like if she were 40 foot tall. I figure that look of surprise would deal with some of the initial feelings of confusion.




And this is the opening frame to a new movie that I will be opening in Perth next year called 'Legs Legs Legs'



Ok, so last day and all, bare with me. This is a series that really should be viewed in portrait orientation, but if you lay your head onto the computer keyboard you'll get the idea. This is the second scene of the movie (I guess you realised already that it's an experimental film - think Jean Luc Goddard meets Richard Linklater minus the shooting).






Another anonymous note, a cloud of resentment fogged up my window as she passed it through to me and huffed off down the mall.


Sparkling duets.






And this is my personal note to Kevin 07 - keep it real mister!


And then there a bunch of other shots that perhaps should have been edited out, but it's my party and they just seemed to appeal. I'm a sucker for a smile I suppose.














And then, that was it. All over rover. Time for a wave goodbye and to make my way down with every other Perth-ian to Cottlesloe beach to meet the Indian ocean with a relaxing crumple and let those beautiful blue waves slide over me.

Thanks Perth. Hope we meet again.

Thursday - and hotter

Yep today was a scorcher, but luckily I was hidden under the protective arms of Myers, just below a skylight drop from the second floor. Little bit of a breeze, plenty of shade - I'm getting it sussed I tell you. Massive school groups dropped by today, so became utterly confused by multiple questions coming from all five windows at once. It's a bit like being on one of those tv game shows where you don't really know what the rules are, then suddenly it's all over and you're left with the Coronation tea-towel and Gunsu knife set.

Here are a bunch of pics of some kids whom I promised I'd put their pictures up on the site. Top marks go to Hollywood school because when I started singing 'Hollywood' in a fake Barry Manilow voice no-one blinked an eyelid. Perhaps LA doesn't have the instant recognition that it used to have any more. Or perhaps Hollywood school has plenty of people singing and dancing in it's own school grounds to be even need to compete with its poor American cousins.




And meanwhile I managed to get in the thick of Christmas shoppers - not sure if they figured out what the hell I was doing there, although I did have a very full mail box at the end of the day. Some random shots taken of passers by...





Top contender for shot of the day - I have a large MMouse followership it appears.

This guy is from Belgium, he's been to see me a few times over the week and wanted to say goodbye before he leaves tomorrow. Bon Voyage.

Wednesday 21 - and getting hotter

So what was it today - only 30 degrees? I was frying in there. How do you people live in this heat? So in the morning I looked for a good spot with plenty of shade and found a spot around the back of the escalators where the shade was as plentiful as a sand-hoppers on a Freemantle evening romp. Yes, I felt very smug indeed. I was afraid that there may have been a Smug slippage from people walking past my window... then what d'y'know but by 12.30 the shade vanished and I was left in direct sunlight with my spot around by the escalators perfectly shelded from anything resembling a breeze. Blimey..... !





Home sweet home. It really is a comfy wee pad. A few months ago it got me down being cooped up, but y'know it must have expended or I have contracted or something because it doesn't seem small at all now. I suppose you adapt to your environment. I mean, when you put a goldfish into a bigger pond they just get bigger. Perhaps we kiwis are only this size because the houses we live in are so roomy.

Last week I was sent a bunch of questions by The Big Idea - it's an NZ arts industry website - it's a weekly interview/profile article - click here to read http://www.thebigidea.co.nz/article.php?sid=5121&mode=thread&order=0

Tuesday on the square again

Baby Godzilla is what they call him, I guess his mother calls him something else. Lucky his older sister was looking out for him or I would have taken him on. It would have been an even fight I reckon.

This is when I realised I was parked right opposite Supre. I've always had a certain thing for Supre gals, maybe it's the denim, maybe it's the polar-fleece, but this Supre gal is one of the sales team, complete with Supre outfit, Supre name tag, Supre ear-rings but best of all is the Supre smile. Nice meeting you.
These are a couple of observation shots, to tell the truth I have very little idea what's going on outside the house. There was a band went past at one stage, some guy playing a Gigereedoo down the other end of the Mall (I'm guessing he was German by the fact that he was busking with a Gigereedoo) and lots of folk walking past. Anyhow, now and then I stick my phone out and take a picture just to see what's going on.

Dutch guy - he just arrived off the plane and was all excited by the wind (the Doctor they call it here). He's a wind surfer and couldn't wait to get to the coast to set sail.

Irish gals - aaaahh
These guys were classic, kept me entertained for a while. She kept telling me he's very chatty usually but he wasn't having a bar of it. I reckon he knew something just wasn't quite right sitting in the middle of the sqare talking to some guy who couldn't even be bothered getting out of his house.
And this is the ultimate in self-reflection - a picture of the artists own leg - what the...

And this is a piece of grafitti I found near the top of Williams street.... Inspired