Author Monya Flour, signing a copy of her book 'Tutti Pazzi Per Mario' at the official launch.
Congratulations on the success of your book, Monya!
- Book cover illustration by Lee Wilde
Related story: http://www.leewilde.com/2011/01/book-cover-art-tutti-pazzi-per-mario-by-monya-flour/
OMG…I’m so happy!! After a month living out of my suitcase in a hotel room, I’ve finally found an apartment I like!! I move in this week….can hardly wait! 
Archibald Fountain, The Domain, Sydney Australia
Yesterday for the third time this week, I took my sketchpad to The Domain.. but once again, instead of drawing I wrote some poetry. I’m still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the size of Sydney. I think I need to calm down a bit before I’ll be able to start drawing again.
Cascade
Long black hair. She turns
Streams of shade, a jet cascade
mirrors leaves above
Strolling, taking in
…ev’rything.. the trees, the grass
sudden flock of doves
Fountain sprays like shards of glass
slice the pastel sky
Someplace else, he sighs
imagines her amber eyes
wonders why no word.
She’s a complicated girl
living in a world of long broken strings
trying to make sense of dreams and events
fleeting moods, feelings
This time yesterday I was sitting in a hotel room, starting at a blank 30″ x 30″ canvas and trying not to break out in a cold sweat. Two hours ago, I took my finished (and varnished) painting to Tap Gallery in Darlinghust, where Steve Mclaren is busy preparing for Wednesday’s opening night party of the INSIGHT OUT exhibition.
Was so great to finally meet Steve in Person after having him as a facebook and redbubble friend for a couple of years. I also met Pedro Juarez and several other familiar faces from facebook. And to think, a couple of days ago I thought I was going to have to bail due to lack of time… but I really did not want to begin my time in Sydney by not following through on a commitment I had made. So…I pulled an all-nighter.. thought I’d ruined the painting at one stage but managed to re-jig it into something kinda interesting I think. Needless to say, I look like HELL.. but I got it done and now I’m SO looking forward to Wednesday night!!
Wayne McGregor CBE (born 1970) is a British choreographer of contemporary modern dance. His work is highly distinctive in its vocabulary of movement, for its integration of dance with film and visual art, and for his active interest and incorporation of computer technology and biological science.
Read more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayne_McGregor
The dancer is Ben “pSyk” Koh. You can see more of his performance videos on his youtube channel: http://www.youtube.com/pSyk
Artwork below by English contemporary artist, John Stezaker
Top row, 3rd image from left.. AHNA by Lee Wilde
My dry-brush sketch “Ahna” has been featured on redbubble on International Drawing Day 2011.
As June 4th approaches, artists worldwide quietly sharpen their pencils in anticipation for Drawing Day 2011. In its fourth year, the event is set to infuse online art communities and social networking with one million drawings.
Acrylic paint and fabric collage on stretched canvas. 45.7cm x 60.95cm
This is a painting I stared on Boxing Day, 2010 (left). I’m not finished with it yet.
Only now we realise..
coloured lights under ink-dipped skies
..we were the ones who shone so brightly,
our neon hearts on summer nights.
Right there. Combing her hair with her fingers. Ribbons of light in a darkened room.
“I have to leave soon.” he told her. She knew.
“We could write” he began. She turned to him, lifted her hand to his mouth, “Sssh…” then touched the dark blue-grey cotton of his shirt, already feeling him gone.
—-
Years later. “We were young. It was never going to last.”
“We don’t know that.” he whispered into the phone.
Published on postcardshorts.com – stories that fit on a postcard!
Blue. You and I in a room at night. Lit by the moon, a pale blue light flooded the quiet space. Blue. Your face.. smooth, translucent skin. No hint of the din from the street below. So blue… your hair.. the dark blue water beneath a wave. Wet cars slid across your chest, transposed, in shades of indigo blue. And the world went blue and swept us up in a crush of blinding, hyperlink blue.
Published on postcardshorts.com – stories that fit on a postcard!
Click clack. She strides in metal heels with legs smooth as honey. Watch her walk. They fall at her feet but she doesn’t see, because talk is cheap and time is money.
A bruised beauty. Something about her eyes.. sooty, disillusioned from promises and lies. She wants everything or nothing at all. Battered baby doll.
Right there. Combing her hair with her fingers. Ribbons of light in a darkened room.
“I have to leave soon.” he told her. She knew.
“We could write” he began. She turned to him, lifted her hand to his mouth, “Sssh…” then touched the dark blue-grey cotton of his shirt, already feeling him gone.
—-
Years later. “We were young. It was never going to last.”
“We don’t know that.” he whispered into the phone.
