New beginnings

Beginning the process of truly embracing myself. Only today did I realise that I've already started this process. I feel incredible. I feel emancipated and enlightened from every other previous evil. I really feel like this is a new start for me, a new chapter in my life where my wellbeing is treasured and my mind can reach it's full potential.

Dolcettini

Dolcettini Patisserie at Dural is one of my favourite places to catch up with friends and to enjoy something sweet and a little guilty!

Blanket of Fog

This morning I woke up, pulled myself out of bed while trying to to wake up the cat. I don't usually stray from my morning routine, but for some strange reason I felt compelled to have a peak out of my window while getting ready for uni. Obviously our animal instincts are still kicking around because my whole view was blanked in fog. It was beautiful. And it remained that way til about 1pm in some areas.

One of my uni friends showed me this aerial image taken over the top of Sydney city,you can just see Center-point Tower. I've also included some of the photos I took from inside the city and my own suburb.

Series Finale, May

Just finished watching the series finale of Doctor Who. I don't even know what just happened in front of my eyes. I love being so invested in such an incredible tv show, but man it can be so painful and exhausting! Moffat, you are the worst and the best at the same time.

Studio Time

Studio has really been going well for me lately, touch wood. In a happy place where I feel like I can pump out works that come straight from my guts. Really instinctive and raw. I was having a rough time finding that momentum and peace of mind at the start of the year but now I've found my element and plan to use it to the very best of my ability. Loving it!

Wagamamas

Bit of a girls night. Dinner and dessert at Wagamamas at Circular Quay and then a cute night in. I was huddled by the heater of course.

Cogee Beach

Visited a friend's new apartment at Clovelly during the week. Sat by the beach with fish and chips. Antagonised the seagulls, wasn't my doing though. We have such awesome beaches seriously. Good to be able to have a bit of a relax.

What time?

Life in general has been pretty stressful lately. Had to question my situation when at 10 o'clock tonight I was theorizing virgins stabbing a unicorn. Who am I kidding, I love it. That sort of work keeps life interesting and a little weird.

So tonight I finished my section of a group presentation that's due next week. Tick! One thing off my 'too-scary-to-think-about' list. Next up are two 2000 word essays due in the next few weeks. Don't get me wrong I actually really enjoy writing essays in my field of study. But I have not left myself enough time where I feel like I don't have to stress about it. That always seems to happen in first semester for me..

Right now all I can think is just to keep pushing through. Time is precious and it should be used to it's full potential! (Easier said than done sadly). Just keep truckin.

If only to escape

I need to break free, from this box I've been living in for the past few weeks. To just get in the car, ignore uni and work, and just drive. I don't know where to, anywhere with rolling hills or the beach suits me just fine. Before I completely break.

Anne Wallace

Anne Wallace completed her Bachelor of Visual Arts at the Queensland University of Technology in 1990. She was awarded the Samstag International Visual Arts Scholarship three years later allowing her to complete a Masters qualification at the Slade School, London. Since then she has received the Art Gallery of New South Wales’s Sulman Prize and her included in ‘Hitchcock’ at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Sydney and in the Brisbane City Gallery's, ‘Private Rooms: Anne Wallace — 10 Years of Paintings’ in 2000.

"Who has not looked into a mirror and been disturbed at the lack of self-recognition, the uncanny sense that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, we do not in fact exist? When the seamless normality of our lives is at times interrupted for whatever reason, the mirror becomes proof that we are the impostor while the reflection that stares back is somehow the ‘real’ us, to whom we have no access."  

http://nga.gov.au/tales/Anne.cfm

'That was long ago', 2005

'Eames Chair', (2004)

'Boudior', (1997)

'Fury', (2001)

'Damage', (1996)