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| Thursday morning |
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| Saturday art play |
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| Illustration for Rookie :) |
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| Emily Floyd at the NGV |
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| Daine and her daughter looking at the Emily Floyd exhibition at NGV |
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| Typewriters that I wanted to take home at the Emily Floyd exhibition |
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| You could use them to write a 'manifesto' |
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| I just wrote my name on this one... |
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| Organising stuff for the photoshoot for my book which is early December! |
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| Cute jewelry box this at the Camberwell market today |
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| Condiments at the Camberwell market |
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| Stunning cover of a French magazine that I didn't buy but now wish I did. I love the dappled sunlight in this shot |
I've had a pretty low maintenance week. Getting used to using my legs again (Still hobbling around with one crutch unfortunately, I'm hoping to ditch that in the next few days - at least before my birthday/new studio moving day this coming weekend!) and back in the office for work, negotiating getting there and home with the least walking possible... I went to the Emily Floyd exhibition opening at the NGV on Thursday night, and I was glad I did. I went by myself and didn't think I'd know anyone there but turns out I did and it's always good for me to force myself to do those things.
I really liked the exhibition - it was much larger than I'd assumed it would be, and the spaces were vast and high ceiling-ed. I wore my Yves Klein Blue Alpha 60 dress and blended right in with the signature blocks of primary colours Emily Floyd is known for. After that, I headed to the VCA to watch my sister's final recital performance. She is studying music composition there. My family and I then went out for dinner afterwards to a pizza restaurant on Elgin Street. For being out with my two Nannas we actually had a rather late night and got home at midnight.
Today I went to the Camberwell market with my Mum, two sisters, my Aunty and my two little cousins (another family affair!). Mum and I were looking at a jewelry stall run by a grey-haired older lady. A group of three women were also looking at the stall, and Mum and I noticed one of the women bending a broach she'd picked up from the table - fiddling with it and almost breaking it. We then saw her slip the broach in her pocket! The two other women in the group were talking to the stall holder - distracting her - we later worked out. We didn't quite know how to react to the situation... we watched her for a little while longer as she picked up a sapphire necklace and had it cupped in her hand... she then blatantly slipped THAT in her pocket... and by then I just had to say something! I confronted her by just loudly saying "Excuse me, but I saw you put that necklace in your pocket!" and she sort of didn't even care and didn't really say anything? I told the stall holder - about the broach as well - and then swiftly exited the scene - but I wish I didn't because I wanted to see how the rest of the situation played out and I really hope that the stall holder got her two things back! I dunno, it does make me seem like a bit of a snitch, but I was glad I did what I did. The women who was stealing the jewelry didn't look as if she was struggling financially (I know you can't make that judgement just by looking at someone but... well, I did) and I felt really bad for the stall holder who was being taken advantage of. I couldn't not say anything - it was too blatant and there was absolutely no doubt that she had stolen those items because I saw it with my own eyes... so crazy.
I didn't even really buy anything at the market today which was disappointing, but I had a really nice time wandering (a little disjointedly with my crutch of course) and rifling through things.
I think tomorrow evening I'm going to go to the VCA Grad show exhibition opening - my second one since I graduated. It's turning into a marker of time for me, I can't quite believe it was this time last year I went to the last one, but, matter-of-fact it was. This time two years ago I was graduating from Honours. This time two years ago I was about to turn 22. Now I'm about to turn 24. How time flies, of course of course.
