28 May 2014

housies

I am back from a serious blogger hiatus, in part due to family commitments and a housing crisis. If you are a young artist with a growing family, you can pretty much understand my desperation of late. If you are living in the sky-high rent land of Melbourne, or have thought you would explode before the housing bubble did, you might be on the same page as me.



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thank goodness you cannot smell the eau de chat and 40 years of tobacco smoke

















But we got a house in the end. 

That's what the lounge room looked like before we began its transformation into a library and a study.

The bathroom was an asbestos-filled monstrosity, with the most psychotic moulded-fibreglass shower unit. Space age meets Hitchcock and not in a good way. It took a day to tear it out with all kinds of high-powered devices. 
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fibro sheeting, asbestos, fibreglass, linoleum; dead sexy
Still not in yet, but we are so much closer now to a room of one's own. 

So the neglected blog hung about during all these upheavals, just waiting for a bit of love and I had none to give it. It got to the point where I was considering deleting siberianpepper this afternoon until realising I have had tens of thousands of hits here and that is not to be scoffed at.

I've been all kinds of busy, in short.

I have been making websites. Like this one, for the wonderful artist Anna Rowbury
and also managing this one, for my dear ball and chain.

I have been writing a wee bit. As much as lack of headspace and two children allow. 
Tonight I am modelling teapots. That is apparently, the job of a muse for a ceramic artist.

I have decided it needs to be held like a handbag. And I wish I looked this good being that white.