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Same Old Stories…

So I’ve been playing with stencils lately – mostly of film images and icons. Putting images together, and playing with the shapes that shadows and light makes. It’s pretty weird when I start thinking about how much the brain makes up itself when given a few clues; blobs in certain places, and in certain shapes on a page (or a screen) are interpreted by the brain as faces.

It reminds me of something that Scott McCloud writes about, about comics; how little we actually need to make a face, like those yellow smiley faces – two well placed dots and a curve in a circle = face.

So, stencils are interesting in and of themselves, and I’m thinking about them in comparison to my comics – images of human form reduced to more simple representations, still getting across a lot of information.

These images below, are a series that I’ve been thinking about for a while. Marion Crane (Janet Leigh) in the shower scene in Psycho and Travis Bickle (Robert DeNiro) in Taxi Driver (ohhh, my film geek is showing). I was thinking about how often women are victims and men are perpetrators of violence – and these two images popped into my head. But I reckon they’re most interesting because they’re kind of complicated, within the context of the films themselves, and the careers of the films’ directors (Alfred Hitchcock and Martin Scorcese ,respectively).

Oh dear, I could probably type an essay about this stuff. I think I’ve been spending too much time by myself. But the images look cool:

Ladies

This has felt like a conversation I’ve been having with myself for a while now. I had heard about the Drink and Draw Like a Lady evenings in Portland and thought “woah, that’d be awesome! If I were there I’d totally go!”, and then did a double take. Nope, I wouldn’t go. Sad.

As I let more and more people know about where I’m at, and start to ask them to use Sam and male pronouns, I become more aware of the things that I have to give up. It’s not a regretful kind of thing, just a noticing of loss.

So, yes, apologies to: Erika MoenDylan MeconisCristy C. RoadLucy Knisley, Danielle Corsetto, and Kris Dresen.

Types of love…

It’s kind of hard to talk about sexuality when it’s so anchored in gender. Both the gender of the person holding the attraction, and the gender of the person they’re attracted to becomes integral. If either of those categories become unfixed or destabilised, or are, indeed, fixed in ambiguity it becomes all kinds of complicated. So, for example, if Joe identifies as a trans/genderqueer person, and I, as a transman, how do we describe our sexuality? And is it even necessary to?

Somewherrrrre Under the Rainbow…


So I spent most of last night putting together some pieces for an exhibition in Wellington in the next few weeks. It’s called UNDER THE RAINBOW and it’s a fundraiser for Out Wellington Inc. It looks like it’s gonna be a pretty rad exhibition, exploring the experiences of Gay, Lesbian, Bi, Trans life in Aotearoa through art.

SO!  If you’re in Wellington, around 6.00pm on Monday 12 April you should go to the opening. It’ll be exhibiting allll week, then on Saturday the 17th at 7pm they’ll do the big auctiony thing. So, yeh, go, look at my art, raise money for a good cause!

Scandal!

As promised: our finished newsletter!

Choo Choo!

For the first time in about 40 years, the train will come through our little townlet to stop and pick up passengers at our upper station. Tomorrow is the annual Walk to Work Day and in honor a commuter train between Waitati and Dunedin will run, picking up people in order to promote more sustainable transportation. According to the newspaper “To ensure all goes smoothly at the new stop, two “stationmasters”…will be on duty.”

Guess who the Stationmasters are??

Joe and I pretty much jump at every opportunity to dress up. Plus, see that sign we’re leaning on? I painted it. Yup I’m cool.

Paint inside the lines

As part of the 2010 International Year of Biodiversity, our local community gardens in Port Chalmers held a gardening/mural painting/ muffin eating day of awesomeness. In the middle of our gardens we have a giant wall of boringness – a big wall of grey bricks.We got one of the local artists to draw up a mural on one side last year, and then, last weekend we painted a mural on the remaining boring side. We did it paint by numbers style; each number correlated to a colour, like those books and posters kids do – I remember doing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle one when I was 10, it was SO awesome.

Anyway, who was the artist of this second side? Me! Woo!

In a fit of manliness I got a roller and white-coated (official term) over the grey [NOTE: rollers, especially when you're rolling an area much taller than you are, spray paint all over you. ALL over you; on your glasses, t-shirt, pants, in between your toes, all through your hair - gravity, you were not my friend that day)]. Then outlined the mural in question with the help of some fabulous friends. On Sunday we put in numbers and attempted to colour it in with the help of some neighbourhood munchkins.

I really love where I live.

Update! Almost Done: