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My Immortal Pharmakon
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06:09 pm - please come, sick or healthy
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precariousSep. 10th, 2006
01:34 am - please help send me away to the land of heavy clouds and colourful socks
To all,
I hope we'll always stay as children. But alas children need not worry about being in debt as they only need to buy chocolate and plush doll arms - as an adult that is undelectably poor, I am used to being short of pennies!!!
This is because:
a.) I spend all, all, all of my dinero-jooz on my present exhibition 'Sneezing with the Room' as well as upocoming exhibitions that demands I buy things to make them with
b.) My job as a research assistant barely covers the purchases of decorative paper, deep charcoal and orange-coded mini-DV tapes
c.) My one-meal-a-day regime is attracting the no-nos of my rightfully concerned Mumma.
I am so poor I have to use tampon boxes as tid-bit containers, and make a vase out of coiled wire, I can't afford ten cups of cofee anymore so I have to stick coffee beans all around me to breathe complimentray caff I have to bring a video recorder into the cinemas because I can't afford to buy I Heart Huckabees on DVD as well, I can't afford to see a doctor for my chewy elbows that I have to diagnose myself, and cruelest of all, I only have enough money to go to the 76th floor of the Q1 , with its 77th level observation deck.
Hmm, connundrum................ perhaps the only way to recoup some money so I can go back to being a kid again is to get my works published here so I can be in the chance to win $1,000 pennies given to the artist with the most votes of any particular month!
SO TO ALL OF YOU WHO READ THIS - BE THAT ELJAY PEEPS OR WANDERING STUMBLERS FROM GOOGLE'S EMPIRE - CAN I PLEASE PLACEBOGENICALLY PLEASE ASK ALL OF YOU TO VISIT MY ARTIST HOMEPAGE AND TO SCROLL DOWN THE BOTTOM TO VOTE FOR MY ARTWORK (but only if you fancy it of corz) !!!!
Now, this is a blood presha' reading worth risin' 
Whoever goes to #1 by the end of each month wins AUS$1000 to make more art.
I am currentlly numbero 6
Winning means I get major pennies to keep doing what I love/lust/adore. The money will not go to this but towards my trip to London next year, which sees me creating new works, eg. making films about soft corners, mixing coffee with textured cloth, taking photographs of shiny hearts, rusty bags and holes that emanate from buildings and moody men, i want to be able to buy crispy paper in order to make animated cartoons starkly grey as stemmed from an English backdrop, or to make a river from sweet-smelling candy and to document the popularity of foam-like substances and taller-than-sunday high heels, and then to hop on a train to France to visit the Selpeterie Hospital to take more photographs/make more films about the ill-whispers under clanky beds, milk walls folding unto milk floors, the gaze, the daze, the love lost by nocebo, the smell of a placebo's hope, the birthplace of Foucault, the dying spot of Jim Morrison, I need to hunt for more ancient medical instruments to add to my collection (will post images here soon) and I want to make more works that make me feel healthy again. Plus I need to go to London as part of my 'yay-i'm-an-aunt-now duties to visit my friendliest friend Leah and her cute boombox baby Sahyo (I must remember not to call him Sanyo, but 'tis so hard)
If you hello-kitties vote for me and I go on to win, I will send you a postcard from where I live on the Gold Coast, Australia. The card will be hand-made with love and other equally cute materials, but won't contain this.
It is very expensive to walk on white, so I need your help! 
THANKYOUTHANKYOU
LOTSOFMIAWSAND
THANKYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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gratefulAug. 25th, 2006
03:28 pm
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Feb. 26th, 2006
11:08 am - HAIR-IETTA
On to a new project, which sees me in a makeshift container, boiling hair in gelatin, and then letting it melt oh so slowly!! These were printed large scale for the Brisbane show a few months ago. The project Tissues But Not For Tears series resulted in a three day process where my black hair was boiled in gelatin crystals. I waited until the hair snaked itself like spaghetti strings, going soft in the pot. When frozen, they formed an intricate, crispy monument to the hair that once belonged to my crown. I started shooting as soon as the gelatin started to melt.
Shiny raspberry curdles groping under and over black follicles, morphing into various topographies of unknown scales: swamps, molten lava, sharded glass, skin cells. In these works the tissues of animal substances (gelatin) are swimming among human pigments, a horrific yet alluring surface akin to the visceral way we perceive our own inner bodies. Human debris is transformed into artworks that spark a debate between the attraction and repulsion of one’s body. Through reclaiming these discarded bodily vessels our DNA becomes immortalized, unlike stray hairs that fall invisible on the streets.
Sticky? Lava? Romantic? Mephitic? Shakey? Intrinsic? What do you guys think? More images, just click on photo :o) 
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anxiousAug. 30th, 2005
10:57 pm
‘O’ is collaboration between three female emerging artists: Haya Cohen, Mariam Ella Arcilla and Joanne Cheng, whose fascinations are concerned with the interwoven practices of art, science, medicine and domesticity.
The Gold Coast based artists incorporate body-related tactile mediums such as pigments, liquids, textiles, blood and hair to produce mixed-media installations which invite the audience to interact with the work. The show’s title ‘O’, as a symbol/word/letter, represents blood type, oxygen, nothing, belonging, a perfect circle...thus underscoring the human cycle and its collective repetition in postmodern practices.
‘O’ will be opening in Level 2 of the Main Gallery and Development Space at Metro Arts, Edward St. Brisbane on October 10 and will continue until the 14th.
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nostalgicDec. 15th, 2004
09:01 pm - fiona has wings
Aug. 22nd, 2004
01:52 pm - re: FIND ME!
HEY FRIENDS I NEED YOUR HELP!
I am creating a website based on the thematics of a 'found identity.'
The site will enclose various found objects that i have collected through the years in an assortment of locations, and narratives -artificial and authentic- will be written about these materials.
wheelchair found at a Burleigh tip
cigarette container found at a casino
page from a nurse's journal found at Hobart
strand of synthetic hair extension found outside a club in Surfers
OK here's where I need your help my buttercups!
Mentally tick if you:
1. Collect found objects (as hobbyist or obsessive complusive)
2. Remember where you found these objects
3. Agree to these found materials to be manifested on my website
If all responses bleed to YES, will you exchange these objects for a Mars bar (carab if diabetic)? I will need these cutesie foundies by 26 September, and they will be returned to you swiftly after a date with scanning. So comment me if you're interested :)
Found objects are the curious materials you come across in streets, nightclubs, public toilets, gardens, carparks etc, they once had a temporary owner, but now 'belong' to anyone who seeks it theirs. They come in the form of torn-out notes, drawings, letters, photos, solid objects (motherboards, puzzles, utensils, boxes) etc.
Here's a cool site for found objects:
http://students.washington.edu/spie
Happy trasure hunting!
Jul. 21st, 2004
06:04 pm - TRANSYLTASMANIA
Photos from the ever-lovely city of Hobart, where we broke snow from the top of Mount Wellington and fed tum-wormed birds under colonial-scented Richmond Bridge. Stayed at the Henry Jones Art Hotel (high-brow kitschy architecture) and went nuts at the Cadbury Chocolate Factory (adult onset diabetes-here i come!) also dropped by some amazing galleries (i want my own residency wahh) and museums - the extinct Tylacine creature was a beautiful one, tear tear. got some amazing books and antique tidbits from alleyshops and fancied a bit of a drive through pastures where there were cows, lambs and horses. there was this pretty cemetery in Richmond, eagerly deteriorating headstones point towards coldish clouds; i felt serenity among the cement and etchings of this especially quiet hilltop cemetery. If i died my epitaph would read: Don't Ever Supersize at Maccas. Ah once again i will miss Tasmania.
if you can be bothered: BUY UH HU HER TODAY!! COOK TO JAMIE OLIVER!! VOTE KERRY IF AMERICAN!! BUY BOOKS INSTEAD OF BORROWING THEM FROM PEOPLE- IT'S JUST ANOTHER FORM OF PIRACY!! CARE BEARS ARE MAKING A COMEBACK SO SHOW YOUR SUPPORT!!
Fooooood and mysterious mysteries await me, so i end with a blissful quote:
‘I like neither the angels you paint nor the saints. Instead of making people pray, they make them admire. Beauty inserts itself as an obstacle between our souls and God’
–King Philip on El Greco’s innovative version of St. Maurice
Richard Kearney
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coldJun. 28th, 2004
09:27 pm - re: PROJECT WENT SILKISHLY
...three months of leafing through an abundance of hair follies and anecdotes...showing my follica artwork for Rapunzel's Nightmare was a surreal experience...
...garnered engrossing responses and a few brows of stimulated ascension...do i have a sick fetish or am i a cleverly disguised voodoo princess or maybe a science student with grandiose schemes of generating subhuman transmutations of hair antohology dripped with lemonade-stand innocence (just like Dr. Frankenstein with less gore and more creep)...except for a slight lean towards the latter, I fear I'm a normal vegemite-on-hashbrown-smearing creative arts student who likes to eat dinner at cemeteries with my soulmate mr. bungle...
one of my painted artworks on hair: 'Of pinchy smells of ivory on strict onyx straws'
Thank you to every soul that has donated their snippets to my project...you all have pretty hair...
...I'm up to 65 manually-ensnared follicas as well as the preponderance of unknown hair accumulated from hair salons, god knows how many different personalities are in those leftover hair bags...my hair collection is continous, so ANYONE still interested in donating their tresses or keen to share stories on all things hairish then please leave me a comment...
...Griffith Open Day was fulfilling no doubt... set up my booth at 9am and accumulated 25 more hair follicles and anecdotes from guinea beings ranging from 6-55...i will post some up at a later date...
...cerebral rollercoaster has abruptly experienced a malfunction...nothing is due and i am breathing with the same symmetry as the longings of a previous november....but this pattern of inhale differs in that there's so much more to live for now that i have my muse...i've finally found an elixir to my broken soul of lonesome and creative starvation...
to my soul mate
my love for you is like a delicate electrocution
Jun. 22nd, 2004
10:17 pm - of absinthe and suits and fishnets
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contentJun. 18th, 2004
11:04 pm - Transript with Mustang Sally
Jun. 15th, 2004
11:32 pm - muffincuddles and other fun shindigs
under fluoro glares and the coldness of milk tiles on pink feet
laptop luxury by kitchen comfort
voice and voices sung against silence
cactus-carved kisses and the intertwine of fingers with 30-wash onyx tresses
a bed with two-bodied warmth and spoons that would ever inhume the pillow-allergy in me
the exchange of torment for fervent,suitcases of history bones for quick sale
new page untainted by dog-ears, he has taught me to see the felicity in all things
the slowing down of clocks
bouncing ideations of artistic yells
the finalised feeling of 'a face to match the tryst'
i've dreamed of him for so long....and now i can finally kiss my muse...
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accomplishedJun. 1st, 2004
07:17 pm - Wake Up Donnie
....the whores hustle and the hustlers whore...gluey eyes shiny-pinned to university computers while my soul plummets to Polly Jean and i don't think i've ever been this de|pressed by something in a long while...not since the car-crash domino effect...i don't think this LJ will be a long blog...my Burlesque article will hopefully be done by tomorrow....eve of exhibition...skittles of nerves...my box is looking excactly the way i desired, so some temporary happiness there...have to be at uni all morning 'till late this week and i think it's taking its toll on my never-was-there sanity and at the moment V bottles and what looks like rubbery muffin-by-roadkill kids my stomach...i am so waxy right now...i will probably pull myself together and re-write or feticide this blog...but until then i feel my head is laden...soon i'm going to freeze everyone and cut up my and their events, and with sticky post-it notes, i place these anecdotes and these little parts of people into my little box of gar(b)age sales...i am moleculed into this emotional taxonomy and it's festering the more hands tick....i'm sure to you i am rambling on...but know this: fragments are what saves me...
~~~ Tomorrow is the day where i will find out if Frank will make me do it~~~
coldMay. 20th, 2004
May. 16th, 2004
01:44 pm - HOME IS WHERE THE FAR IS
.... been taking photographs of insects and birds of late...took this photo of a dead crow outside Uni....theifed of its wings...what wings for crows is medulla oblongata to us...we can't live without 'flying'....we can't subsist without creating but do others fly on cut wings, like the touch of a phantom leg?
...caught under the safety of knives...decaying under yellow summer bulbs...extended maggot visitation and part-time human curiosity as well...diseases come by to pay last respects...all its life the crow flew above and observed us like inventory...and now that it is dead, we are in turn, the ones hovering above it with new-found perlustration...the cure is on my present itunes jukebox...we move like cagey tigers... but often a human zoo rampage ensues as it's always 7pm somehwere in the world and people are always hungry for dinners-of-dramas by candle-lit electricity....bush thinks he is 'saving' the entire world...but he doesn't have 'human wings' and pretty soon he is going to fall and receive the same hurt he has given out.....many in power have inked soul-documents with lucifer to get bush into presidency...it's been april 1 forever...the puppet strings are soon going to show...
...we are living in a difficult age where alarm clocks tell us we are about to wake up a new conflict...we get ready to serve the wizards of tall buildings...and we are under the mercy of the giant we know as the yellow-and-red turtle shell...oil is a canonised saint to which there never was a Devil's advocate...autharitarian lies are like the universe in that they never end...fear of turning on the news due to what maliciousness is this pick of the week...102 flavours of regret and eschew served daily.....people are so easily bought and sold...some come with half-price sale...we need to understand if we drop an egg into the soil, it does NOT turn into an eggplant...
...hair project is going beautifully and i thank the people who have donated to me...
...wonder what moths think of us...the left one breathed with me in the room i and bryony
had in sydney... amazing 'eyes' protected us as we hit to pillow along to clinks!of trains...and the right one is a moth that sat on my canvas and watched me as i did my stillness dance...
...moths need saving...our cities need saving...the gold coast can be so pretty if it layed off the gliterrati...there are so many hidden places i'd like to poke...will be at tamborine mountain tomorrow...
...why can't everyone have their own lost-in-translation-moment.....we need permanent suntory times...we need to brandish snow-caps off mountains...why can't our tingles stay for a bit longer.....i love you but i haven't met you....bleeding happy pigment for yours to match...you may know me but only by fragments...i have been liberated by circumstance...i may surprise mr. nonethe wiser with six extra pences...and we are all victims of aphrodisia...and we are all slaves to the verb...and i was never perfect but i have never regretted [insert your thought here]....
...three art courses and one journalism make me miss automatic writings of (un)consciousness...i am doing this now, and this is what i miss most...it's been a while since i have 'existed without outer interuption'...sometimes the dance of stillness is all you need...an umbilical cord that takes it with you...there are too many naughty people in the world.....will there soon be a second ark disaster?...i've never witnessed shooting stars until this week and i saw FIVE...we need to concentrate on staring at auroras more then ceilings or painted walls...we need to take more pictures of grass texture or secret waterfalls behind valleys...
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