Effie Dee

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I just uploaded some of my old collage work from while I was living in England, I may have been miserable, but at least I was productive.

(via kazooster)

(via kazooster)

this year’s first annual kazeaster celebration starts soon. Get ready for kazooster, it’s the greatest of all the kazoo easters.

Friday 12
After two days of delightful chilled sunshine we’re back to damp, cold, wetness again. I’m happy about this, I seem to be the only one.
I’ve been experimenting with masking fluid for the first time this last week, it’s glorious fun, but I’m constantly terrified I’m going to ruin my brushes. I actually don’t own any old brushes because I haven’t really done much painting in my time. This is probably one of the only times in my life where my problem will be that my materials are in too good a condition.
Getting closer and closer to the actuality of finding my own place, and having my own studio room. I feel like this will fix my problems. I hope it will fix my problems. I’m starting to feel quite claustrophobic in my own space right now. I think it’s because I tend to sleep amongst the drawings I’m doing, and draw amongst my floordrobe. My floordrobe only exists because most of the drawers in my room that COULD hold clothes are instead holding paper.
At least my priorities are sorted though… right?


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Woke up early this morning to scan vintage sourcebooks in preparation for the surprise treat Reuben Ingall and I are planning for easter. It’s a nice, almost cold day, and I have a nice big list of things to do, which is exciting. I’m not sure how many I’ll get done though, it’s too perfect a day for working, it’s a day for hiding on the couch under my Nepalese yak blanket and watching the special features of Lord Of The Rings (I haven’t seen them yet).
I hope I can draw and learn about wetta works.

mynameisvincent:

effiedee:

The boy has one stuck to one of his speakers. I have photos of one of my older cousins totally covered in them. The best time of year.

etienette:

Did you ever collect these as a kid? Have a competition with your sibling(s) to who could get the most? Stick them to your clothing & then smash them on the ground?

I feel really sorry for kids who grow up in this digital age.

What are those? Hehe

They’re the empty shells of cicadas. They come up out of the ground, and then shed their exoskeletons so that they can grow their wings and fly around making beautiful noises. Basically the most perfect way to sum up a warm Australian night in one photo.

It’s raining again, this is totally glorious. I need to write more letters, and do some more of the Cardboard Lovelies for Reuben, but on a personal note, this weather is making me ready for watercolours. I’m looking forward to winter. Wearing layers, snuggling, hiding inside with hot milk and nutmeg and layers and layers of paint on my skin. Yum.

Book One pt2

The boy has one stuck to one of his speakers. I have photos of one of my older cousins totally covered in them. The best time of year.

etienette:

Did you ever collect these as a kid? Have a competition with your sibling(s) to who could get the most? Stick them to your clothing & then smash them on the ground?

I feel really sorry for kids who grow up in this digital age.

Sabrina is a beautiful movie. For a chauffeurs daughter she owns some truly amazing outfits. Also, ten points for falling in love with older men. <3

paperholly:

gladtoseeyou:

My dream outfit. 

Gridwork: book one part two

Uploading some new stuff. Turns out the book I randomly picked off my shelf at the beginning of this year has a lot more pages than I assumed it would. I’m only about half way through it, but I feel like I’m ready to move on to a larger format book. So, maybe I’ll put it on hold for a while and start out in a new book. 
New, larger book also equals a higher likelihood of me doing more collage work, which is something I didn’t realise I was missing until just now. 
Also, I’ll soon be opening up sections on the site where I can upload scans of the letters and doodles I send and receive via snail mail (snale male?). Feel the excitement. 
Anyway, I hope you like the little bits I’m putting up now. Remember to email me your address if you want a letter.

This is me deleting my body image post. I don’t want this tumblr to be about anything other than my website, or my work, and if I start blogging in here then I will immediately stray into wasting even MORE time on the internet.

Needless to say, I will probably be doing some work about my body, and my body image, and then I can talk about it all I want on my tumblr.

If you want support about your body I suggest you talk to your friends, your doctors, your family and not the internet. It is a truly insensitive tool.

Stranger: are you a religious person?

You: me?

You: Not really

You: maybe

Stranger: maybe?

You: I think there is something to believe in

You: I just haven’t figuredout what it is yet

Stranger: what makes you get up every morning?

Stranger: what do you live for?

You: I like being up in the morning.

You: I get up because the sun is nice

You: and trees are nice

You: I don’t need some higher power to tell me that my life is woth living

You: I know it is, because I’ve done it.

I need, need, need that star wars shirt… right now.

etienette:

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It is winter yet?
I miss wearing layers.

Graph paper is amazing, drawings on graph paper are amazing, but right now I’m drawing my own graph paper. It’s not very accurate, but I don’t like accuracy, once I’ve drawn a whole bunch I can start plotting terrifically inaccurate things on my lovely hand made inaccurate graphs.

Preview of the work I’m doing for Reuben Ingall’s new album.

More to come on effiedee.com

Audrey Kitching

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Look, look at my things. Look, look at me!

I don’t really want to be here, but I suppose I might turn out to like it.

Damn you Laurie.