This is Patrick's TV table, and the pieces as I finished and varnished them Some earlier pics are here
the finished piece
The price is eternal vigilance. Liberty in Danger. Some find it in danger, some see liberty in danger right now. We demand liberty, where our desires are our own, not the manufacture of some marketing or political brainwasher. We examine some of the threats - the way that words like freedom and democracy are used to name their enemies! And we aim to enjoy our liberty and have some fun.
This is Patrick's TV table, and the pieces as I finished and varnished them Some earlier pics are here
the finished piece
for my liking. You can get an idea of the quality by weigh them up next to each other. White pigment is heavy.(esp ZnO but also TiO2 The better the paint, the heavier the tube. I often use more paint priming than executing the actual piece on top.
Paint from the tube is too thick to use directly. I mix it out with some turps(gum or mineral) or white spirit(=refined mineral turps) so the consistency is like icecream that's on the point of melting. That way its much easier to apply with both brush and roller
Prepare a jar or jars the night before. I get about 2 m2 undercoating done on freshly sized canvas per 200ml Winton(the Winsor and Newton student brand) tube of Titanium white, and slightly less from the same volume of its oily competitor.
Brexit has made Winsor and Newton paints much more affordable by smashing the Poms' exchange rate - but how long it can last I'm not sure. the paints themselves are made in France
This afternoon (Saturday December 18, 2021) I helped Martin move his stuff to a smaller unit in a storage complex at Marrickville. After moving furniture, boxes and picture frames around for a couple of hours, mostly by trolley, Afterwards I was sweaty and a bit dehydrated, as my drink ran out half an hour in. It was a humid day, extra warm up under the single roof of the large warehouse. I could feel a bit of a toothache coming on
At about 1.30 or 2pm I headed into Marrickville Metro, close nearby, to get some juice, and a packet of ibuprofen. then walked diagonally through Enmore park to get to Enmore Rd on my route home. I sat down for a moment on some grass under a fig tree just off the path to have a couple of anti-inflammatories I'd just bought and drink some juice. I stopped at the lights at the side street on the northern side of the park. When the cars had gone I crossed Llewellyn St and continued walking up the hill towards Enmore shops on Enmore Road. Perhaps the lights hadn't changed before I crossed but no traffic was coming, I looked.
Close to 100 metres up the road, at the next corner a paddy wagon pulled up, facing the wrong way, and one of a pair of smallish police officers gestured to me. I had to laugh a bit to myself, as I've been through this routine before. I was also bloody annoyed, for the same reason. They jumped out of their van to bale me up. You were just jay walking across that street.. Maybe that was true, the street is tiny and its the weekend. I asked them if they were making it up, if not why not do something straight away? I said I might easily make a complaint, as I'm sick of this shit. They said its all on video, so that's an extra motive to make one, as this encounter would be funny(if it weren't such blatant harassment)
What was I up - Moving things for someone
Where - at a storage unit in Marrickville
who for - none of your business,
I didn't tell them but he's an old artist I've known for decades, who's been given runaround by Houso. The old sandstone house he was living in Woolloomooloo hasn't been maintained so got riddled with termites(which 2 or more years later they haven't fixed. He's an old fellow in his 70s whose mother lived in the same house and the Department of Housing is dragging the chain to force him out of that house where he'd lived for decades. The Libs dream of selling Woolloomooloo to their rich mates, and, more or less indirectly, themselves. Anyway Martin's got a heap of his artwork and books in boxes, and had just given in and moved a good amount of them into the much smaller single man's unit in Redfern he'd been shunted into. Now he was downsizing the storage unit(which the DoH have given up paying for apparently, to underline their message to Martin, you'll never get your house back)
I feel responsible a bit because I pointed out the termite damage in an old school hardwood slat wall when I put a couple of bookshelves together for him and realised the wall I was about to put one against was made of paint and papery remnants. There's a number of drawings of Martin elsewhere on the blog, but I'll leave it to the audience to use search to find them
I assumed they stopped me because I was wearing my Paranoia Club shirt, a gift from the band, a stylish black tee emblazoned with a skull and crossbones. I told them as much. From here they headed into the realm of pure unadulterated bullshit, in order to justify a search(so they reckon), so they say as well as jaywalking, you were wandering around in circles like you were confused, I suspect you're under the influence of illegal drugs. I laughed in his face and asked if they taught them to say that, and that they were harassing me as an attempt at intimidation. Making things up.
They pulled out the blue rubber gloves. MmHmm, S & M!
Would they been dumping those rubber gloves as a calling card when they were done? What? Would they be dumping those things to remind and intimidate anyone else subjected to a sexual assault by them. Not harassment, don't make me laugh
Was he going to grab me by the balls like his colleague Bad Hutch (showing off to his partner Bad Starsky) when they introduced themselves to me before a similarly illegal and fruitless search in Glebe, one morning as I headed to a job with some drills and other tools and fasteners.
How disappointing for them, they didn't find anything, and perhaps belatedly realising the potential embarassment lurking in their video cameras, they made preparations to skedaddle. But just(LOL) to show who was boss they gave me a move-on order (to keep walking exactly as I had been before they interupted me
A possibility for the scene for a painting, a lane off Upper St, near Wigram Road in Forest Lodge/Glebe
Patrick has just moved into a nice but bland and featureless apartment in Balmain. But the lights good and its in a great location near Balmain Wharf(so I'll probably try to do a landscape or 2 in the area while I'm around there).
He's a fan of natural materials and not so keen on polluting crap like MDF(the synthetic 'Medium Density Fibreboard shit that degenerates but refuses to rot. it remains a mat of synthetic fibres forever in a compost heap, manufacturing or buying the shit should be made legally and financially untenable) which most cheapo modern desks and tables are made from.
He's a friend of James and Sabrina so after seeing my shelves and tables at Sabrina's I got the task of replacing bland featureless furniture made from pollution, and adding storage space using salvaged timbers, from the huge pile Shamus accumulated at my studio, so its not metabolised into CO2 and CH4, or burnt. Who knows how many Australian cedar staircases and doors and doorframes have gone to landfill, hardwood floors and roof frames when it could have made our furniture, instead we import cheap shit made from fossil fuels and industrial waste
I'm starting with some basic stuff, a shelf to store laundry stuff in the bathroom, and replacing a dowel and retouching the French Polish on some cabinets that will be bedside dressers. From there I'll move on to a coffee/TV table.
Here is some video of Charles Freyberg performing poetry from the Crumbling Mansion, his new book of poems, as he sends it into the world
Here he is meditating, getting ready to perform as Marguerite warms up on the piano behind him
Catch him live again this sunday afternoon ( 12 December ) at 4pm, at the Press Book Club at 262 Hunter St Newcastle. Get a signed copy of the Crumbling Mansion while you are there(a steal at $15, half what you will pay Ginninderra Press for one). Check out the facebook event here
Here are a few clips of him performing at el Rocco las Sunday afternoon, there's plenty more on my youtube channel
APM is a job network profiteer provider.
As an artist the dole has been both support and hindrance through my working life. I went onto the NEIS program, a small biz startup program in early 2020, signing on after a 3 month course (provided, but of course, by the same outfit who had shunted me into the program through shifty manoeuvres, lies, and breaches of the socialk security guidelines they supposedly are bound by, written up el)as speculation mounted as to when a pandemic would be declared.
I was bounced without warning or apparent justification from that program(and cut off benefit entirely as my claim was marked 'completed' early in the NSW lockdown in July. I'd beenfulfilling the requirements - to work on and promote a set of big landscapes.
Which brings us to APM. Now we are 'living with COVID" the job network has been finding all the unattached Newstart recipients(ah, the Orwellian jargon of Centrelink, cachink) and I have been attached to them.
Its not hard to see what the primary purpose of this business is when the phone answers with the joyfilled house psalm "if the reason you are calling is that your Services Australia payment has been suspended and you need to make an appointment to be reconnected, press 1 now" oh wow what a fake-happy advertising voice that apparently female robot has, I think I'll hang up and call back to listen a few more times.
So I did my first appointment with JJ on the phone, my nickname from when I was 6 (Goodtimes!) and then texted "Approved" to the parcel of coercive documentsemails they laughingly call a contract, as directed. I couldn't help but send an extra reply asking if they were Alan Tudge's work, given he was minister at the time he was having an erm, allegedly abusive and unequal relationship with his spokesperson, and I'd love to see a court rule these things weren't coercive and abusive also.
So I've been cut off and must ring them back and then straightaway press 1 (oh yes!). I think I'll put it off for a day or so while I get a thing or 2 done. Of course right now a bit of paid not-work has come in, a commission worth a month of dole and also a couple of smaller things. But because they're art commissions, and not 'work' they likely will stand for nothing and actually I'll have to jump extra hoops for having the audacity. At least not being employers they can'yt demand their identity so they can't ring and harass them. The one time I did let them know about a small mural I was doing while up the coast visiting my daughter, I'd regularly got a few hundred $ from the former head of Nambucca Chamber of Commerce who'd rattle the tin around local businesses to pay various artists to brighten up the town. After the dole or job network called him I never heard from him again.
The outcome of all this is that I have picked up a recorded breach because I had not made 20 job applications through their online form in the first 2 days I was connected to this outfit. Old mate JJ immediately and apologetically reconnected me but the record of a breach remains(which brings us back to the purpose of the business . Are there quotas? Do the staff receive breach and churn bonuses? Or just the management and shareholders?)
So my next contact with these disreputable jokers is supposed to be today, 22 december '21, at 9am. Because of the omicron outbreak(I suppose) I got 2 notifications yesterday for 2 interviews at the same time today, one in Burwood, and one by phone. So how's that? Breach guaranteed! A nice earner for the damned.
They didn't call me at the designated time of 9 am so after a few minutes I rang the number in the notification.
Hooray!
Back to "if the reason you are calling is that your Services Australia payment has been suspended and you need to make an appointment to be reconnected, press 1 now". By now I am well aware of the purpose of this foreign owned business(who donate to both major parties. The price of entry in this sector! Thou shalt donate to the Liberal party)
All other calls press some other number to land in a secondary menu and queue(ie what kind of prospectively cut-off Services Australia beneficiary are you?). After joining the Newstart queue and listening to some horribly distorted cheese music for 5 minutes I was informed that all phone operators are busy, leave my details and they may call back.
so 2 breaches near guaranteed....?
Or maybe not, I got a cancellation text around the time of my 2nd attempted call, an hour after the scheduled time, "sorry for any inconvenience". Same to you!
If I wasn't wasting my time thinking about this I might be painting! On this Parliament of Birds for example or the large street view I'm about to get started with.
Studio resident Mr Cat has been the longest of all of us all. There' a lot of comfy perches where he can watch the world go by