I am waiting for 300 to finish buffering. I got impatient, started a little early.

Queen Gorgos has just fucked that Theron bitch over with a sword, and made me very happy.

But tonight I’m going to post about a duck cookie cutter.

It’s small, and makes me happy.

I originally, didn’t even know it was there. My brother gave it to me for christmas, wrapped in brown paper with a pack of DS styli, and out-shone by a triceratops and a shark cookie cutter.

I found the duck floating around a few days later in the bag I had taken over for Christmas. Today I used my new cookie cutters for the first time, the duck stole the show.

The size is just right, the shape is great and simple. It’s not big, or over sized, it doesn’t have parts that’ll fall off — it’s the opposite of the moose who I have to split my dough over to get a full one in the picture, and will, if not lose the antlers, lose a leg or two. This duck trumps the others, in it’s well balanced weight – a place where the shark only fails, as it has wide triangular features and fins, but it slightly unbalance and long. The dinosaurs all have parts to get stuck in nooks and crannies of their prehistoric faces and backs, and a squirrel has a poor join from body to tail. But this duck? Takes my breath away.

I must admit, the bear cookie cutter, technically is just as good, it has the same sort of balance, it’s does have a tail to throw it out like the fox does. But the bear is a medium size, the duck is small.

The duck is the perfect size – when you pull all the shrapnel dough from around the cookies you’ve cut out, and it’s a bit too much just to eat straight off the bat, you can roll a couple ducks out of it, and have a perfect bite size cookie dough delight. It fits into the space between a snail and a tyrannosaurus.

Unfortunately, I think many of the ducks are a little bit over cooked – which would prove true to when it comes to in part of Celtic Symbolism, they represent sensitivity.

Ducks also represent transition due to their nature to migrate (which means they also share it with beasties like geese).

I am transitioning into being a design sort of person, into taking into account just my general surroundings, the design of my life, and the tools I use in any sort of surroundings – by the computer, in the kitchen in my room. Steadily the awareness and necessity for design grows in all of them, and I appreciate and lavish over the things that succeed.

This is where I write something about unicorns, and their horns. Some stuff about the idea of only virgins being able to capture them, of luring them into their untouched lairs – the irony of that fucking hard on spiralled out of their head and the purity of a white white coat.

Don’t get me wrong. I fucking love unicorns.

Antlers on the other hand, are much less phallic. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.

- KP

P.S. I should be making art for the Camberwell Market stall. I need to do more than just these musician deer – it’s no where near enough because they take so long because portraits are hard. The end.

Because there is work to be done.

I come back to you. butterflies and holding hands. You know the usual things about love and freedom.

Here is a painting I did recently. It was for my friend for christmas.

So I disappeared for a long time.

And I am so tired.

But my work is all in. Everything from here on in, until I enroll in a course next year, is for my own benefit (and possibly to send to this card company who have constantly open doors for artists to send in stuff).

I spent the last week and weekend doing very little sleeping and lots of work. I watched an obscene amount of television and movies on the weekend whilst working my heart out. To get back into the swing of these daily styles, have a quick recollection of the last week.

i am dead.

three weeks to finish off all my shit.

fuuuuuuuck.

on the bright side, in ceramics today we stuck little mirror squares on everyone, and it was fun. the end.

super cranky today.


Currently downloading “Something to write home about” by the Get Up Kids ’cause one of the sweet boys from Hellogoodbye Tweet’d “travishead Listening to something to write home about. This record helped mold me to who I am today”


my mate came over today, and she sung (wonderfully) and i played guitar (mediocre-ly)

it was fan-fucking tastic.

but my shoulder effing kills.

super love beams <3 kepai.

Had life painting today…. INTENSE.

Have had a fantastic day.

Lots of good weather. Picked up some books from the op shop that I’m sure will turn into exciting things. (for art, not for reading)

Rad time at school today.