padshornetnest

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http://soundcloud.com/tudorstuart

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The hustler without sleep

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The hustler without sleep by tudorstuart

t u r i n g released today

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cut and paste into your browser if it doesnt auto link

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/32679217/t%20u%20r%20i%20n%20g%20.zip

its free and also on sound cloud .

will be adding tracks to blog

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/32679217/t%20u%20r%20i%20n%20g%20.zip

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Part of April in Melbourne

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Series 8

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February to April 2011

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1610
England 1610 , my great great great great great great grandmother Gloriana made a living as a card girl at the local jousting matches . She was madly in love with her horse, Althalos.Her job entailed parading up and down the circuit before each joust carrying a placard made of woven silk paper displaying the next contestants names. She enjoyed this job immensely and took great pride in it and all the social obligations that came with it.Her father disapproved of this profession and sent her from the family castle to live in the stables. This is where she bonded with Althalos and spent many nights stroking his tail and speaking of counties she wished to visit.

One day whilst walking in the woods she was startled by a fox which proceeded to tell her of a murder that had taken place the night before deep in the woods near the lake. Scared, but also intrigued she made her way through the valley and came upon the lake. The lake was vast and the mist that enveloped it made it difficult to see. Gloriana silently sat at the edge and pondered her life.Feeling a deep sorrow well up inside her heart, she fell to her knees and began drinking the water from the lake. Gloriana swallowed as much as she could , filling up her soul with the sweet liquid until she felt there was no more room left in her bottomless stomach. Suddenly she sat back on her knees and screamed `All my life has been spent entertaining others !`.It was then she decided to stop being a card girl and become a nun. Just as this moment occurred the fox lept out from the bushes and tore her throat out, spilling her crimson blood across the lakes' edge.

She died peacefully almost surrendering herself to her fate, knowing she was now at one with her god.This was no ordinary fox, as he gathered all the spirits of the woods and lake to make her whole again, but this time she was to be known as Sara.She rose from the edge of the lake resplendent in her new body and gowns and set forth into the mountains, never to be seen again.

Today

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eagle in yur mind

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Tomorrow

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Great Ocean Road

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The Lumix L1

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To Obsessions

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Lachlan Swamp

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I-Phone photos lately

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Some Of My Good Qualities

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Some of My Good Qualities by tudorstuart

New York New York

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Harmonius Illustrious

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Pagoda

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Mr Making Breakthrough

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Gallery Nemesis

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The Bridge of Reason

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Back to Art

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1610

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England 1610 , my great great great great great great grandmother Gloriana made a living as a card girl at the local jousting matches . She was madly in love with her horse, Althalos.

Her job entailed parading up and down the circuit before each joust carrying a placard made of woven silk paper displaying the next contestants names. She enjoyed this job immensely and took great pride in it and all the social obligations that came with it.

Her father disapproved of this profession and sent her from the family castle to live in the stables. This is where she bonded with Althalos and spent many nights stroking his tail and speaking of counties she wished to visit.

One day whilst walking in the woods she was startled by a fox which proceeded to tell her of a murder that had taken place the night before deep in the woods near the lake. Scared, but also intrigued she made her way through the valley and came upon the lake. The lake was vast and the mist that enveloped it made it difficult to see. Gloriana silently sat at the edge and pondered her life.

Feeling a deep sorrow well up inside her heart, she fell to her knees and began drinking the water from the lake. Gloriana swallowed as much as she could , filling up her soul with the sweet liquid until she felt there was no more room left in her bottomless stomach. Suddenly she sat back on her knees and screamed `All my life has been spent entertaining others !`.

It was then she decided to stop being a card girl and become a nun. Just as this moment occurred the fox lept out from the bushes and tore her throat out, spilling her crimson blood across the lakes' edge. She died peacefully almost surrendering herself to her fate, knowing she was now at one with her god.

This was no ordinary fox, as he gathered all the spirits of the woods and lake to make her whole again, but this time she was to be known as Sara.

She rose from the edge of the lake resplendent in her new body and gowns and set forth into the mountains, never to be seen again.

1985

2009-02-22T00:48:00.002+11:00

My mothers' house resembles a large ski lodge. Perched high on a terraced english garden , set deep in the Australian bushland, it is an odd mix. Typical though for the period it was built.

Her bathroom is falling apart, tiles crack and fall to the floor, a testament to her marriage to my charming but irresponsible father. Bottles of hope clutter the vanity shelves dusted with face powder. Eyelash crimps I have never seen used. Even the mirror sports a bruise.

Being sixteen, my skin is pure white without a blemish or scar. Still seeing red, the location of the fault is discovered....its my nose. Methodically , I powder. Just enough to look natural.

You see, I must be perfect, soft , fragile and deathly.

We drive to the train station and no words are spoken. My mother is concerned for my well being but knows there is no stopping me and my new found self. No cars pass us , it feels like 4am , however it's only 10pm. Driving through the suburb, we pass various styles of homes. Georgian mansions, American homesteads, bungalows and modernist cubes each with manicured lawns acting like no-go zones that are threatened by the hostile bush.

The train is coming so I dash out of the car , up the ramp and on to the platform where several other aliens wait, some smoking cigarettes, chatting amongst themselves or standing alone at the end of the platform looking sullen and pained.

`Red rattlers` are old single level trains. Quite beautiful and romantic. Still smelling of tobacco and used newspapers. The seats are large, ensconced in green leather, the state rail emblem tattooed to their hides.

The doors aren't automatic but heavy, they slide back with bold determination. You can ride with your legs dangling out if you wish, but it's not advisable. The story of the school boy who lost his arm on the Harbour Bridge is still urban myth.

I sit alone, close to the window. The cold July air caressing my face through the clear glass. Hoping to glimpse the sight of the city as we round the bend near Wollstonecraft. Knowing that people are still awake there. Mixing drinks in high-rise apartments, laughing, dancing and deciding when to head down to Oxford Street or The Strand Arcade where Stranded nightclub lives and breathes the ultimate fashion , the most fantastic men and ladies, and those in between.

1987

2009-01-27T01:26:00.006+11:00

Josquin: Missa Pange Lingua - 1. Kyrie.

That was the piece of music I played Paul on what was to be our last night together, although I did not know this important fact at the time. I had been DJ-ing at The Hip Hop club late and it was my birthday. We hadn't seen each other for a while, due to him being a real shit to me weeks earlier. Suddenly his beautiful face was beaming at me over the barrier that separated the punters and the booth. He seemed happy but his eyes betrayed the drugs he was consuming.

Having waited for hours for me to finish, it was only natural we should go back to mine.

In bed, with the Josquin piece playing, candles lit , after sex.

`Want to talk to you` came up from the noise of the room. However it was me that didn't want to talk. He was a strange boy, and thinking it another one of his dreams, I feigned sleepiness , kissing him on the neck, trying to keep myself from falling into another one of his traps.

I can't remember when we both finally slept but it was late. The night still pulsating all around us, I must have dreamt of happier days with this beautiful child, a long way from home.

Needing to be at work on time for once, the best thing was not to rouse him in the morning. I left silently, leaving him a note to meet me that night at Meltdown to keep celebrating my birthday.

That morning, Paul dressed in my clothing, went to work, left work

and threw himself under a train.

1997

2009-01-16T23:40:00.008+11:00

Saturday night would be a perfect routine only punctuated by the occasional mishap in preparation, which was meticulous.

Eating light and early, I would climb into bed setting the alarm for 4am. My stomach was all butterflies, my head always excited, now even more so.

However, sleep came.

Awaking to the alarm was never a problem. mostly I would wake before it rang. Jumping out of bed, my stereo was alive.

After showering, it was costume, quick check of everything and downtown in a speeding cab with the windows down.

The Arena was located at the Palladium Nightclub on 14th street. A cavernous theatre, now decked out in new millennium aspirations of monitors, lights, sculpture and shear noise. It was if the whole building was a machine, a music machine. the sound would be dropped, pumped and pushed out of every possible place. You felt disconnected from adult life and back in the playground.

Dealers were conspicuous by wearing a huge X medallion around there necks. girls from New Jersey accepted academy awards from homeless drag queens wearing stolen Gianni Versace clothing. Being in fashion as he was murdered that year.

`Don't have too much, remember Miami ` blurts Donald, my friend as we break the law in one of the many toilets of the club. Later that evening I would hold him up as we chatted to my new boyfriend Terry.

Ketamine is a drug that 20 minutes after snorting you become anesthetized slightly. Everyday things and technology becomes god like and imprinted with DNA feelings of great importance.

The Arena became a kind of Temple slash Universe. An image of a shark chasing L.L Cool J through an underwater city became prophetic.The lights were looking at you, and the music revealing hidden secrets that only you are receptive too. It was if reality and all its invisible dimensions were revealed.

The down side was a sense of weightlessness burdened by vertigo and being in constant slow motion.

One could be lost in the toilet for hours.

Especially if its mirrored.

2029

2009-01-15T23:01:00.005+11:00

It's late, my house awakes. the Shadow is playing music. Conducting to it, my body is immersed in information. I dance before the image, still warm from dinner.

By the door are clothes with no more use.

Looking out over the city, drinking from the glass, the light dims slightly as another wave of electricity passes above. I no longer notice it.

Enough money to leave the city and live outside.

Still, doubts about my health.

The orchestra has stopped, I have ceased conducting. Looking through the image looped, the audience is now restless, muttering to their partners ` what's going on ` ?

Embarrassed, coughing continuing my dance all the time feeling absurd.

1971

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Gum trees tall and imposing , stood over the street. I was always looking out the back window of the car. Someone new to visit , someone to look at. A mist fills the valley, its cold.

I guess its my first memory, looking up at the therapist. Following her finger, from side to side. Each time rewarded with a smile. My smile back to her was filled with love and seeking approval `good boy` she would say. my mother was not within earshot to celebrate my victory.

My parents named me ` Emperor Hirohito ` as my hair was black and my eyes crossed.

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Antiquity

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Untitled paintings and drawings ` Legion Thornleigh ` circa 2001-2003

Most of these paintings were done whilst I lived in Williamsburg Brooklyn with a Brazilian by the name of Aturo Machado, a photographer, straight and very unaware of his beauty . He spoke to me of deserts in Brazil, deserts that were inhabited by strange cities and people.

I was new to painting and imagined these `deserts` and the cities that dwelled deep within and fantasied about what life would be lead there.

Our apartment was the top floor of an old defunct bakery, the bottom floor was our italian-american landlord and his son. The old store front was being used as a ` club ` for older italian - american men gathered to discuss I don't know what..

They had 2 ferocious and literally rabid dogs that would chase you up the stairs if you were unfortunate to have been caught heading up the stairs at the same time as their `walk` (3 minutes in the backyard to relieve themselves)... it was terrifying and made me feel that our place was indeed an oasis where good food, wine and thoughts were swapped, admist the chaos and absolute noise of Brooklyn.

Often I would put my music on loud so as not to hear the rabble and make these works, perched on the end of my futon. Splattering paint on the floor and charcoal, but it didn't matter.

These works are the result.

Recent Drawings

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Drawings are different things to all people. For me, when I draw, mostly it starts with staring at the canvas/surface for a bit until the drawing appears , leaving me to trace the image. Like I am a vessel of sorts, the images obviously come from within my subconscious mind. It sounds trite but you really take from my drawings what you want. There is no solid explanation in my mouth forthcoming. Your `interpretation` of the drawing is your own.

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an enormous cat / Really original mix

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Really by bartolommeo

This track has had a few lives. I like this version the best.
It isn't `really` the Really original mix.
This just feels right.

pads hornet nest

2008-12-24T19:00:00.007+11:00

Padshornetnest is the name of the drawing on my header for this blog. It is essentially a drawing of a drawing. A copy so to speak but infused with my own. Above are photos of my friend Montes' house which stands in a forest on the border of Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York states. Would spend magic mushroom tainted weekends there with brothers Filamore and Alex Rodriguez. Monte collected art, and one of his stable of artists was Michael Wilson, also known as `the tattooed man` of Coney Island freakshow fame. He had died years earlier but Monte had many of his paintings and drawings. One of which was in the bathroom. This is the drawing my eyes coveted and I felt instantly that I somehow knew or understood this guy from this drawing. As I stared at the drawing it slowly fell off the shelf and I caught it before it ended up in the loo. Later that day a bear came around near the river which ran below the house in a deep valley. Monte said it was Michael and that he always paid a visit, at least once or twice a year.

007 in PP

2008-12-22T17:34:00.003+11:00

A party on Saturday on the waterfront at Point Piper in a very 007-esq house designed by mate David Katon ( BKH ). Our host a lovely gal from eastern europe ( somewhere but not Russia ) who collects a few half dozen Thomas Struths..... I was a little gobsmacked but it got tired, as everything does in Sydney... although after recently dumping a move to Melbourne, I did realise the charms of our run-down whore of town.

Drink Up

home again home again

2008-12-20T09:05:00.007+11:00

My Mother is selling her home of 40 odd years so I took the time to document the place and am making a film for her to view once it is gone. Its a classic 60's home built on large block with a waterfall (natural) in the back ( sounds like the real estate ad ..) I always find it strange to be there but this time it felt peaceful and actually quite beautiful.

2008-12-08T20:37:00.005+11:00

` Contained space ` 2002

This sculpture was exhibited in 2002 as part of a group show Assemblage at The Front Room Gallery in Williamsburg Brooklyn. It's pretty self - explanatory, at the time I was discovering dark matter ( no not sex clubs ) quantum physics and how sexy wood is. Luckily, the gallery I worked for Karkula had a very special person in charge named John Erik Karkula who encouraged and exhibited my work. Karkula was a fantastic space and place to work and play. I owe alot to John Erik. It now sits proudly on my mantle in Sydney. I still make such pieces but they aren't as good as this original.

Quills

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I like Quills

Early drawings - New York 2001-2002 and rant

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heya

so these drawings are kind of the first drawings I did after I decided to

officially try and be a practising artist.

I was living in Williamsburg Brooklyn and in love.

All of these drawings were done in one go one night in an attic apartment in Weehaken New Jersey ( my boyfriend at the times' place )

Weehaken is a town just on the other side of the Hudson River perched high on a cliff face over looking Manhattan

it was a fantastic sight to see the city unfold as you exited the tunnel in the gypsy bus ( or `Talibus` as we called it .. thinking we would be blown up inside the tunnel by the driver - yes people were scared ) that left from Port Authority / 42nd Street every 20 mins

It was both a beautiful time in my life and also frightening as September 11th happened during this time and the city shifted in many fundamental ways...never to be the same

funnily enough, the drawings are about my home where I spent the first 10 years of my life and the isolation and need to escape from the suburban hum drum and vice

Dario

Phillip Mohr residence/Karkula - Murals

2008-12-06T10:24:00.004+11:00

Karkula Mural 2001

mohr mural 2002

yo !

this was the 2nd mural / commission for me

it was for the architect Phillip Mohr at his loft in the old sugar mill in

Williamsburg Brooklyn - an amazing space - just a concrete bunker really with little furniture and no art

my payment was a beautiful ring made especially for me by Phillip ( he also makes amazing Jewellry ) and dinner ( I think )

it was completed in late 2002 and admired by many but alas, Phillip fell on hard times and had a slut model move in with her slut boyfriend who proceeded to paint over my mural without consent as it was ` too scary `...whore

I had previously done my first mural at Karkula Gallery ( where I worked ) which is the first pic, recently the business re-located and the fate of the mural is in the new tenants hands ..

Dario

heroes

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truman capote

jean cocteau

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Decision making can be regarded as an outcome of mental processes (cognitive process) leading to the selection of a course of action among several alternatives. Every decision making process produces a final choice. The output can be an action or an opinion of choice.

druqs

2008-11-30T10:12:00.005+11:00

Can ya, picture thisLife without me, wake up you're having bad dreamscause ya fiend for a tokeMy crew tote Tocques and mink coats

On the cell with the boat

What you thought, we get caught and get bailed outFuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocksis all we got as we sail out, entrepeneursCristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours

Boring huh, I'm warnin yaStyle waits for no bitch, a dream bitchwhen I fuck with scratch and sniffNow I stacks the shit, practice itSo no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous

So I can relax a bit, and get my toes lickedThe drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!

Chorus

trippers and askers surround me

2008-11-28T19:46:00.005+11:00

Legion Thornleigh ( reprise )

2008-11-28T19:23:00.005+11:00

Legion Thornleigh

A desert land with a wide ocean at one end and a flat plain, which drops off into space at the other. There are separate islands within the ocean that are deserted but cities do exist on land. These cities or ` architecture ' are inhabited with various species. They have the ability to transport themselves to other locations incase of geographical disasters, or inclement weather. Vehicles that appear to be made of fiber patrol the landscape and able to ` jump ' time, that is to retrace their steps so as to rewrite history .

almost forgot ...

2008-11-25T20:19:00.002+11:00

George the Carp from Yarraville - Amazing !

You can take photos but no flash ( it hurts his eyes )

awhwa

Melbourne 21st - 24th November

2008-11-25T18:36:00.011+11:00

bunny rabbit

2008-11-17T20:21:00.002+11:00

grabb it whilst you can

the title is the link

she cool

can05

2008-11-16T14:27:00.004+11:00

Patrick James Doherty

`always outside myself`

crib, kings cross, prostitutes ( or guys that want to be them )

2008-11-16T11:30:00.004+11:00

soundcloud drop box

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if you have some music to share with me and my peeps - don't hesitate to click on the link ( over to the right there ) go on

little boots

2008-11-13T20:17:00.007+11:00

click to listen to her .....the link also alows you to grabb it rabbit!

http://grabb.it/tracks/2c5b2f9c0dc0-stuck-on-repeat-by-little-boots">Stuck on Repeat by Little Boots

panaramtastic

2008-11-13T19:11:00.002+11:00

victoria street - tropicana november 2008

glass candy - ies

2008-11-13T01:02:00.009+11:00

discover ( if you havent already ) glass candy -

there is something warm and fuzzy about these two

`for a good time call glass candy`

July and this week

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Chuck_Palahniuk

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gesso works 2001 - now

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‘konj’ (koHb)

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wicked mike

2008-11-08T12:02:00.008+11:00

Check out wickedphobica ( just click on blog title or follow link) a blog run by my mate mike among other things ( he is multi tasking )

Art Saloon/Salon you decide

2008-11-07T19:38:00.010+11:00

photography Matt Elliott ( model Joshua )

art saloon/salon

No fixed date but working on new drawings / paintings for Annual ( well every 2 years - I dont call it an exhibition wankers .. its a show )and think I shall call it Art Saloon cause it will be a wet bar on hand ! Stay tuned for the official date ..

Note - this year will hopefully be featuring the photography of Matthew J Elliott as well as my crap !

Melbourne

2008-11-07T19:26:00.006+11:00

Just booked flights to Melbourne for my 4th trip this year ... looking forward to it for many reasons.

Will be there 21st till 24th X

slave

2008-11-07T00:30:00.012+11:00

grace jones here for 2009 festival

not much to report ...just some nice `photos` n films

2008-11-02T14:45:00.009+11:00

botanical gardens

finally i can see my feet again

posted - pending approval from mr elliott

wishful

The weekend was good ! All taken at Tallum

2008-10-27T19:49:00.007+11:00

franzka

2008-10-23T12:30:00.007+11:00

ston - stephana schmidt

have just received masters from sTon ( franzka ) to re-master his album holzalbum ..exciting stuff .you can check his work out on the links over to the right and watch this space for the finished product...

recent panoramas` and residual self image

2008-10-22T19:40:00.008+11:00

going overboard on panorama fuction and seeing how fat I'm not -lost 4 kilos in 1 month - looks like a manhunt profile pic i know ...

sydney panoramas
?

at night

water _grotto mix now on last fm

2008-10-20T19:50:00.004+11:00

Latest version of `water` by Landwork ( new grotto remix ) by me now available on lastfm for the cost of nothing

link: http://www.last.fm/music/bartolommeo/bartolommeo

assorted.....

2008-10-19T13:15:00.011+11:00

nu pics

fashion shoot !

give me something to work with matt !

Vaughan October 08

movie stuff from my phone

toorak palms

george - biennale 2008

runway august 2008

Robert Klippal retrospective Ian Potter Gallery August 2998

YINKA SHONIBARE MBE at MCA Sydney

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Be sure to check out this exhibit at MCA .. at least once or twice plus stay and watch the whole `Masked Ball ` film ..fantastic

the crib 18.10.08

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City of Orgies - Walt Whitman

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City of orgies, walks and joys,City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day makeNot the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, yourspectacles, repay me,Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves,Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows withgoods in them,Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share in the soireeor feast;Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and

swift flashof eyes offering me love,

Offering response to my own--these repay me,

Lovers, continual lovers,

only repay me.

personal post

2008-10-13T21:07:00.006+11:00

so I dont really say much but have been reading other blogs and think its maybe

therapeautic to say something......

I hate being single ( hate is a strong word but I do kinda hate it )

Having my place and space is good but I miss a guy in my life

Was ace being with one this weekend but he's gone home now..

Gotta get healthier as that has slipped lately too

Should I stay or should i go ?

AND have let go of something I hope that has totured my soul for too long !

i hope

more `random` stuff from my phone

2008-10-13T20:29:00.007+11:00

mr butz's ufo's at bears night at the flinders

keep watching as they will appear ..

melbourne towers in slo mo

water

melbourne alley run

sunday in the park

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12.10.08

matt and dharsha and me

rushcutters bay

had a relaxing weekend with my melbourne peeps

xfunx

3 months

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commercial break times

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Some pics and flics cause I havent posted for 2 weeks - just been a little crazy AND underthewaetheratthesametime ..kinda

the movies were done on my viewty it has slow mo

which can turn everyday events into art .. kinda

alex emil is a friend and photographer in NY.

terry lewis the same .

i dont know terence koh but like his work ..this image sent to me from matt

matt elliott - photo matt elliott
airmaxed

terence koh
Laz Hernandez / photo - Alex Emil
photo - Alex Emil
terry - photo Terry Lewis
terry - photo Mr Means

sigur ros - august 2008

what the f-arq !

saturday ... sunday afternoon

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had fun on saturday ...too much fun !

pics enclosed

doing it again soon !

Heurtebise RIP

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Heurtebise July 2007 - Sept 2008

8.5 hypno mix / e cat minority mix and water edit online!

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All are online now and free to do what you want

water is a collaboration with Landwork originally the track is from Landworks seminal Lp ` Rock Music ` I have reworked it with some strings and a such x

http://www.last.fm/music/bartolommeo/Melodies+do+come+cheap

its all very complicated

2008-09-18T19:00:00.002+10:00

love you always george X thanks

saturday night

2008-09-18T08:40:00.005+10:00

The flyer says it all - come play this Saturday at Handle Bar as I play min tech bitch trax with house pole dancers et al
X

thanks seymour x

2008-09-16T19:00:00.001+10:00

got a message on my phone this morning ` bears dancing to you now ` thanks for believing johnny x

THE drawing center New York

2008-09-13T14:06:00.005+10:00

` and the bear '2007

If you wish to look at my drawings they are updated at The Drawing Center Museum New York keyword is : dario
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drawing_Center

nua playa

2008-09-08T19:45:00.002+10:00

I am getting totally manic with my player ... tthe LATEST has music by myself ( bartolommeo ) and stuff I am listening to on lastfm.. . . . . .

ah the country air

2008-09-07T15:54:00.003+10:00

All taken last weekend at Tallum . . . . . my country retreat

( well its not MY country retreat but hey...)