Into the Ether

Last week I was trying to get together an online folio for my 'pretend job application.' I had one project that I did first year which I really loved but was unable to find on my computer. Weird. The whole folder for my digital design class was missing. After a little while searching through the endless docs on my computer panic started to set in as I realised it was no where to be found.
A few months back I transferred filed to a harddrive and then deleted them from my computer. It was done late at night and I know realise that I must have transferred the files I wanted and then accidentally deleted my digital design folder without actually having backed it up. The only copy I have are the images I posted to facebook which are poor quality. Wahhhh... Lately computers only seem to be making my life harder!

If anyone knows how to recover work from deleted trash please comment below and let me know. Cheers.

The best form of procrastination

I've been trying super hard this semester to not get distracted and spend every spare second doing my schoolwork. It has happened exactly like that of course, however at least with no internet at home over the past few weeks I've at least found myself partaking in distractions that are a little more worthwhile than scrolling through stranger after stranger on the devil fb. Here are a few little sketchy poos I have done.

Solitude is Bliss

It's ten o'clock Friday evening. I'm sitting at the train station and what at first seemed like a light sprinkling of moisture from the heavens above has now transformed into a steady downpour. 11 minutes till the next train. Not a soul in sight, and the fact that I'm not even bothered that I have to wait here for the train makes me realise that a great change has taken place.
It could be just one glass too many of red or it could be the fact that I'm not hunched over my computer agonizing over flash, but I feel so damn content. Don't get me wrong, in the back of my head there is a huge storm of stress brewing about my uni work but for now, I'm sitting here by myself and happy to be doing just that. This is coming from a girl who, for as long as I've known, has become distraught with loneliness after just 5 minutes of solitude.
I'm not sure how gradual the change has been, but tonight is the first time I've really noticed and appreciated how beautiful it is to be on your own. In the past I've found myself on the phone trying to summon anyone I can to pass the time with, even if I have things that need to be done I've felt that they'd be better done with someone by my side. But now, thinking about it, the last little while has seen me welcoming the infrequent bursts of time spent along and relishing there time where I can sit alone and think, or not think, and breathe and stare into space and not worry about anything or anyone in the world apart from me. What made me start thinking about this was walking through the empty streets to the station and imagining the possibility of walking forever and not bumping into a single soul. Complete silence, and usually this though would send shivers down my spine, have me purposefully seeking out a route where I was bound to encounter human life, a car headlight at least. But tonight, the beauty of that thought overwhelmed me an now I'm so happy, so proud, that after over 4 years of relying on others to make me feel whole, give me comfort, and prevent me from loneliness, I can now tackle it on my own. To quote an overzealous personal trainer I once saw on a cheesy workout video... It's a beautiful thing!

El Escuro Me-Mantine

Jeremiah was a Bullfrog

Here are the initial ideas for an animation I am required to do for school. Unfortunately I know that flash and my relationship is not a loving one and while the idea is there, the execution is going to be another thing and I doubt I will have a follow up video of a completed animation that resembles this in the slightest but... it's the thought that counts. Oh wait, no it isn't.

Tas-MANIA

Cheap flights prompted a voyage across the seas on a 3 day excursion to our estranged state. No expectations were set, all of us content just to get away for a few days where all talk of school and work was declared disallowed. While a good part of the mini holiday was spent eating beautiful food and sipping Pinot, we did manage to persuade the struggling engine in our tiny hire car to show us a few of the sights. Our first trip was to the tip shop. Interesting concept, amazing outcome. The name is fairly self explanatory. The tip shop is a place where all of the treasures rummaged from the local tips come together and off themselves to the public for budget prices. Cheap trash? Who would've thought. While the tip shop would be great if you actually needed something obscure (new microwave plate, knight's helmet, new years eve float character etc etc) it also had a vast array of records, books, clothing and... pretty much anything else you can think of. The best part was that everything is grouped with other things of the same nature, so there is big piles of drawers, next to big piles of broken brooms and mops which sit behind a wall of soiled fake flowers that blocks the view down to where it appears a mothers group have left all their infants while they go for a browse around the store (but which is actually the place where all the prams which have ended up in the tip now reside). As is customary, I forgot my camera but managed to purchase an overpriced disposable on arrival. Unfortunately most of the photos of the tipshop bonanza are on my phone and at the moment I really can't dedicate time to figuring out how to transfer pictures from one device to another.



But Tasmania isn't just full of used garbage for sale. It is also has a tremendously beautiful landscape and coast. One afternoon we headed along the coast towards Point Arthur stopping intermittently for fresh air and views. Standing on the edge of the country looking out to a seemingly endless ocean seems to put things in perspective somehow. Silence is the only option to take in this sort of a view. Places like this make loneliness appealing. If only that sort of solitude was accessible closer to home, somewhere to escape to and make believe you are the only person left on earth. Sea breeze licking your cheeks, thundering of the waves below blocking out all other thought. Bliss.

The Prom, Minus the Taffeta

I just came across some photos that I took almost a year ago while on a springtime camping adventure with my dearest friend. We went down to Wilson's Promontory which is a magically gorgeous part of the world and a perfect little retreat away from the stress out that comes with staying local. Bushfires ravaged the region a couple of years ago which is tragic, especially when you see how much wildlife is kickin it there, but the regeneration of the plants is amazing. Along the side of the road, in amongst thick, twisted masses of black branches there is the brightest of green fighting for life. Still water reflects mirror images of the both and the intricacy of the patterns created is amazing. It was one of the most naturally beautiful things I had seen. Creepy yet comforting.
The best part of Wilson's Prom however was not the surrounds, but the wombats that walked right through our campsite, not even batting an eyelid as we had kittens at the fact that YES there was an ACTUAL WOMBAT strolling through our temporary home.... RAD!