cold days.

camilla's state of mind: saw throat, aching spin and buring up like a hot potato.

this is a description of what i have been putting up with for the past week or so.

in this time i have accomplished a photography work brief ( what with repeating my own words over and over again), stumbled across and few up and coming melbourne bands and sat listening to the mountain ducks whilst watching spring arrive.

i have gone a bit wild with my camera in this time. i almost dropped it in a muddy puddle.

but with my quick reflexes, i managed to snach it from its near to death experience

genius

painters no longer live within a tradition and so each one of us must re-create an entire language.

every painter of our times is fully authorized to re-create that language from a-z.

no criterion can be applied to him priori, since we don't believe in rigid standards any longer.

in a certain sense, that's a liberation but at the same time it's an enormous limitation, because when the intividuality of the artits begins to express itself, what the artist gains in the way of liberty he loses in the way of order.....

pablo picasso, in conversation with francoise gilot, early 1950's

you will always be in my heart, as one of the most influential artists of all time.

and i love you for this

happily sick

this is my first, and up most worst blog i will be writing.

hopfully i will become better at writing how i feel think ect thoughout my time here.

i have been horribly sick for the past four days.

in this time i have endured 4 SAC's, awful sleeping patterns and sat in the freezing cold watching a group of 'dancing queens' repeativly sing the line "It's to darn hot".

Tomorrow i deserve the day off.

The couch will be my seating arrangment for the day, the tv will be my only sorce of brain activity ( what with watching hours apon end of sex in the city) and a bowl of steaming hot soup will be my brian food.

I hope watching Sponge Bob on the bus hasn't killed all my precious brain cells.