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• Simple Woodland Creatures #2
  by piecesofcolour

  The exhibition is up and running, and the first week went by really quick. So to anyone out there who would like to come and have a look,...

  The exhibition is up and running, and the first week went by really quick. So to anyone out there who would like to come and have a look, there are only four more days left: Wednesday 8th October / Thursday 9th October / Friday 10th October / Saturday 11th October 10am till 3pm The address: / Wormwood Studio / 8 King Street St Kilda East / Mel Ref 2P H7 So come along and say hi, write something funny in our guestbook and add your name to the mailing list so we can let you know when the next crazy exhibition is (we’re already planning). Cheers / Rhiannon

• The "Driven Point" Poem
  by StacyLee

  Here is the poem that is at the top of Driven Point I’ve overcome hurricanes and monsoons ...

  Here is the poem that is at the top of Driven Point I’ve overcome hurricanes and monsoons / Seen the lilacs crumble under the stormy skies / Watched oceans swallow boats ashore / Screamed as the puddles buried my feet / But I’ve never been driven to the point / Where I didn’t think I’d see the sun again ~Stacy

• Woodland Adventures...
  by Adam Stone

  Hello :-) smiles happily Pretty much all of my time of late has been spent drawing… So much so I started to forget what sunligh…

  Hello :-) smiles happily Pretty much all of my time of late has been spent drawing… So much so I started to forget what sunlight looked like and dark shadows started to form under my eyes. Not a nice look… But! The weather here has been so beautiful, so warm and so alluring that I had to put my pencils down, put my trainers on and venture out into the woods. When i was a child i spent countless hours by myself playing around in the woods and streams… Amongst the trees i felt safe and strangely at home. I still love all things green and muddy so – i thought – why shouldn’t i play around in them now? I’m still a child at heart. And so… Amongst my drawings and writings and all things arty i’ve been enjoying tree climbing, stream jumping, shoe losing, t-shirt wetting, water splashing, muddy smelling madness. I know there is a lot of love for all things green and natural within our lovable redbubble community so i thought i would share some of my recent woodland adventures… Hurray for silliness! Oh… and this one below was me just after falling into the stream! I have seen some amazing trees, some were so incredible i will be using them as inspiration for a few new drawings. You know what would be wonderful? If this journal can inspire yourself to put on your wellys and go playing in a near by stream or randomly climb a tree. Maybe take your camera with you… You may just see something that inspires you to create your next masterpiece. Believe me… Its well worth it and it may just make you feel like a child again… Life’s far too short not to!

• Another one for the Collaboration Train
  by georgiegirl

  Gustav’s Empty Nest, Kookylane’s Blue and my “Tin…

  Gustav’s Empty Nest, Kookylane’s Blue and my Tiny Toiler and Happy Easter have a new friend. It hatched out of one of the m&m eggs!!! Rayjun is my Mum and she drew this gorgeous little critter especially to hatch out of Blue’s eggs!! Cool huh!!!

• Simple Woodland Creatures
  by piecesofcolour

  The start date for the Melbourne Fringe Festival fast approaches, and so the stress outs begin. I am hoping that ranting here will be cat…

  The start date for the Melbourne Fringe Festival fast approaches, and so the stress outs begin. I am hoping that ranting here will be cathartic, because the pacing up and down the hallway is just exhausting (not to mention dangerous with two cats in the house). My friend and I are having an exhibition during Fringe, sounds pretty straight forward right? Well it would have been, if we hadn’t decided to pick a space that was no where near ready and fix it up ourselves. So for the past few months we have been basically renovating two full rooms, and trying to paint enough between us to fill them. Watching all this from the sidelines, and now having been dragged in to contribute, Mr Craig Mowat (who is also a red bubbler) said that it might be good to let one and all know what we’re doing. I remain skeptical. Anyways, the deadline is September 27th, about 5 weeks away and I can’t even judge how close we are. Walls need painting, parts of floors need sanding, then there’s the lighting and the hanging. Then of course there’s the paintings. So when I get a couple finished and scanned I’ll post them on here for you all to see. Some bright and shiny new pictures from the brain of me. Hopefully they’ll be enough to entice those of you in the area to come and have a look when it’s all done. Back to the paints and brushes for now. Rhiannon

• Simple Woodland Creatures - sample
  by Craig Mowat

  I have been working on what is becoming a very long story/history for SWC (an exhibition I am involved in for the Melbourne Fringe Festiv…

  I have been working on what is becoming a very long story/history for SWC (an exhibition I am involved in for the Melbourne Fringe Festival). / This is a first draft of the first scene. I saw it for the first time when I was young, and the lights of the city were not so bright. It was a cold morning, fog clinging to the street, at the top end of Bourke Street. I can’t even remember why I was there. It doesn’t matter. All that does matter is that I was there, at that moment, and saw something pushing it’s way through the fog. By the buildings around it, it was two stories tall, but to look at it I saw it much bigger. It moved slowly, but it didn’t look like it would ever stop, swinging its arms (or what I figured were arms) forward, one at a time they would land with a hollow thud. The body would move forward, then the other arm. Thud. I was getting my courage to follow when I felt a tugging on my shoes. I looked down and saw hands with fingers that looked like twigs tying my shoelaces together. I looked behind me and saw the thing, and another just like it. They looked at me with surprise (I think), and then they tilted their heads to the side, like a dog. I said ‘hello’ and they smiled, with jagged rocks for teeth. One reached forward and placed his hand on my head, ruffled my hair, and then pushed me backward over his crouching friend. By the time I managed to get back up they were gone, and so was the big creature. After retying my shoes I ran to where it was heading, but I never found it. The story is set in Melbourne, and is about the things you don’t see – unless you are lucky. It still needs work (first draft and all) but I think it has promise. / What do you think?

• It's on - "Simple Woodland Creatures" the exhibition.
  by Craig Mowat

  Well, the exhibition has started. The stress of preparing is over. Now all that is left is having people look at the work, and maybe buy …

  Well, the exhibition has started. The stress of preparing is over. Now all that is left is having people look at the work, and maybe buy a thing or two. And it’s on that part of people looking at the work that I’m at now. Not everyone on Redbubble will be able to come and have a look, so I thought I’d post two of my stories for you to read: The Witches Market Melbourne Overground They are a bit wordy, but take the time. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.

• Time away
  by Craig Mowat

  I’ve been absent from the Bubble at times lately, as some may have noticed. / The reason is due to me some how being involved in an art ex…

  I’ve been absent from the Bubble at times lately, as some may have noticed. / The reason is due to me some how being involved in an art exhibition, Simple Woodland Creatures, as told here, and having to try and write some stories to have paintings made to. And helping with the rebuild of the exhibition space. / I hope I can meet the task. I’ll try to post a few samples before the event. / I better get back to it.

• Simple Woodland Creatures - another bit
  by Craig Mowat

  I thought I should put another sample out. One just seems to be not enough (and if you didn’t like that one, maybe this one and a cup of …

  I thought I should put another sample out. One just seems to be not enough (and if you didn’t like that one, maybe this one and a cup of tea are your style). Another from a first draft, somewhere in the middle this time, from the Witches’ Market. Again a Melbourne myth story. Time is running short before the exhibition starts, so I better finish soon. “First time at the market?” I turned and found myself facing a very nice looking woman, who was smiling at me the way you do to small children so not to scare them. I discovered at that moment that it does scare them, and I shouldn’t do it anymore. / Before I answered I quickly looked back to the stall, and saw a gap on the shelf and an idol being exchanged for money. Disappointed I turned back to the woman and said, “Yes, actually.” / “I can tell these things,” she said, the smile never leaving her face (which meant the creeps didn’t leave me). “So what are you after tonight? Perhaps I can help you. Oh.” She put her hand out, “Where are my manners. My name is Jocelyn.” / “Raymond,” I said, taking her hand to shake. Before I could say anything else she spun our arms about and tangled them together, and I found myself walking along side her down the centre isle. / “Now, where shall we start, Raymond?” / “I just came to have a look around tonight. Take it all in,” I said, trying to flex my arm. / “I’m sure you came for more than that. A spell perhaps. Maybe a hex. Or a piece of teacake.” / Jocelyn’s last comment confused me a little. I looked around and noticed that not every stall was selling ‘eye of newt’. There were crystals and bound journals and jewellery and cakes and toys and flowers and… There was a lot of stuff. / “I just thing I’ll stroll around and see if I find anything I want.” / “You haven’t already?” said Jocelyn, a hint of something in her voice I couldn’t quite pick. / “Something to purchase from a stall,” I quickly countered. / “Oh,” she replied. I was old enough to realise when I was beginning to dig a hole for myself. Although I still did not know why. I needed to get my arm back, but I didn’t know how. Just then a familiar face towered over the crowd. / “Lee Turner, how are you?” I said, as bold as I dared. / Lee looked at me with a frown. The frown lifted a little, as he seemed to recognise me. Then his eyes moved from me to Jocelyn, and then to our hands. A twitch of a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. / “Ah yea. Now I remember. But I didn’ catch ya name,” Lee said, as he put out his hand. / “It’s…” started Jocelyn. / “Raymond,” I said, as I untangled my hand and took Lees (or more so his took mine). / “Pleasure,” said Lee, pumping my hand twice. I was surprised how gentle the shake was, until Lee moved that thought with a squeeze at the end that made me jump. / “Oh, and this is Jocelyn,” I said, remembering to be polite. / “Charmed,” said Jocelyn. / “Pleasure,” Lee said with a nod. / I realised I was flexing my arm to get a bit of circulation, and that Jocelyn has some grip, when Lee’s hand was on my shoulder. / “Come with me, Mondo. I ave someone I want ya to meet.” / I turned quickly to Jocelyn, “Excuse me. I’ll catch back up with you later.” / “You better,” she said, and with a quick glare at Lee she walked off. Lee pushed me forward the other way. / “You work fast, Mondo. Hardly any time ago ya were petendin’ to be a door. Now ya already toyin’ with the ladies.” / “I wasn’t… Look, thank you. I’m not sure if I was in a situation there…” / “You seemed to be,” / “…Or not, but I need a little time to take this all in.” / “What?” / “This market.” / “Ain’t cha been to a market before?” / “Yes, but this is different,” I said, realising Lee was still walking me through the crowd, “Where are we going?” / “How’s it different? And I told ya. Someone ya should meet.” / “Because it’s on a roof in the city, and who should I meet?” / “Always on a roof. Just down here a bit. How’s it different if it’s always the same? You need to relax Mondo.” Thanks for being interested. And if you have a chance, come have a look. Just check out the Melbourne Fringe Festival – here