November 2006

Writing in public #1


HI. This is a message for the nice girl who helped me out yesterday with my van. It would be really nice to see you again sometime. If you like just write me a message on the windscreen. The van is parked down the street, 300 metres on the left.
Originally posted on ilovestkilda.com. This note is part of a series of writings found on the street; a welcome relief from the predominance of text that is generated by advertising.

In my next life I’d like to be a tech head.

It’s every visual artist’s nightmare to have techology fail and end up with no images to talk about in a public forum. It was no easier in the days of slide projectors either. The carousel would jam or the slides would end up back the front or up side down. When this happened you’d struggle away and try to explain the concepts without pictures while cursing privately and apologising publicly.
So it’s happening to me again, this time in cyberspace. It’s quite a simple problem really, when I hit the upload button after a few seconds it returns the message Failed to write file to disk. In those moments you realise the power of the image and there is no way to convey these ideas and qualities through text. So here I am again cursing and apologising waiting for technical support to to sort it out. In my next life I’d like to be a tech head.
I was intending to start posting city work again and that will have to wait. In the meantime……I’ll have to come up with another solution.

Hillsy’s chairs

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“I like sitting down,” he said. “That’s why I make chairs.”

I cut up a barrel to make a container for my fire wood and there was this bit left over. I had a set of chair legs hanging around so I just wacked them on the bottom.

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“And I can wheel this one around.

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and you can tilt it back too. I used to be a truck driver. I used to move cars all around South Australia.

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Then I bought this place and decided to stay.” Hillsy

Elliston: South Australia