If yr in melb come party with us!!!!!

Exhibition: Next Wave 2006

Nudie Postcards

The nude postcard is ubiquitous in many Australian places but one city has
failed to reveal its girlie nudes. There are no bronzed Aussies, no Gold
Coast beach bums and no girlie postcards in Melbourne, our Commonwealth Games
host city. And why not?

Nudie Postcards celebrates Australiana by revamping a classic: the kitsch nude
postcard. Finally, there will be a contemporary Melbourne version -
Nudie Postcards will represent the alternative, unique and artistic Melbournian
woman in well-known Melbourne hotspots.

Send them to your pen pals overseas and be proud to be Australian.

Key Artist: Amanda De Simone
Amanda De Simone is a young photographer and artist. Amanda has worked as a
photographic intern for Next Wave's 21st Birthday Project in 2005 and
has an ongoing role documenting Next Wave events. In her commercial practice
Amanda specializes in photographing people, fashion, performance and
events. She has recently exhibited at the Artrage Festival in Perth and is
working on several art projects including Crying Boy Fan club and the Takeover
Exhibition in conjunction with L'Oreal Fashion Week.

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LISTING INFORMATION
Postcards available from stands at:
Gertrude Contemporary Art Spaces,
West Space Gallery,
Bus Gallery, Polyester Bookshop,
Metropolis Bookshop
Costs: $1 each, or 6 for $5

Nudie Postcard Launch: : 15 March, 7pm @ LOOP bar, 23 Meyers Place, Melbourne


There will be a performance on the night, featuring Kandy
Kay, aka Amanda De Simone and Mia Maze aka Genie Edson. An
interactive live streamed photo shot that pushes the boundaries of
the photographer- model dynamic.

Mia Maze is a painter, a new media artist, and suicide girl,
whose work concerns modern sexuality, feminism, and trash culture.




NUDIE POSTCARD CONTACT
Amanda De Simone 0413 468 493 amandadesimone@lycos.com
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Lets get down to buisness.......

I've been around here (SG land) quite a bit lately. Because I finally have broadband in my bedroom. I have been inspired for some new artwork I am doing. But I need your help. I have ny fav SG and sets, but its not enough (resource material) I dont have the time or patience to go thru evry SG.

Who are yr fav SG and sets? Can you tell me why?

Much appreciated.
mmmwah.x

I used to be little..........
I think I have always been creative but never very practical


Everything is ok here....except I have the FLU

I hate being sick, I have no patience for it anymore, and I have spent way to much time in sick land in my life. But I shouldn't complain or I might get struck by lightning. I think I got this flu from wandering around westend in my SG singlet and little shorts in the rain.....sneeze

My head may explode!

There are ants everywhere in my room because I am so messy and they are crawling up my legs.

Does someone want to come round and clean my room?

Brisbane, Australial

coming back here sure has been an eye opener. It seems like most of the people are settling down, you know whith morgages, kids. Getting all GROWN-UP, with their super seriousness. Now I dont care if ya'll wanna have kids and get morgages, whatever. But whats with the seriousness. These people who consider themselves artists. They arnt movers and shakers. They stand around talking up the art there not making, Ibecause they're working two jobs, and have a bunch of screaming kids and NO TIME.
I dont even talk about the art I am making. I just do it.

Now Im starting to realise that they think we are aliens. Why the disdain for coming back here. Your here??? Do you hate it that much? Want me to run off to somewhere over the rainbow for you? The one who got away?

Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah

I think im getting younger

I think its time to go to the new world.

Tales from the Olden Days






Money to find last the time
unwind
wind-up
time stopped at 7:00

the kat-type doll has me in a fix. Transfixed energies absorbed in a point.Inner point (city) whats there?
Am fidgets beside me squirmed up in a shiver. Scared of the sleep that creeps in as the amphetimines creep out the door. Knowing
that it it'll last forever if I don't wake her yet again. And it's getting harder. I know the drill backward, Jump thru the window shove food in her mouth and prick her arm.

She's up.
"What day is it?" Thats her, hyped up in the confusion misting.
The light bulbs shattered along time ago, misted the room. Yet to dissipate. Am fidgets beside me squirmed up in a shiver. I slap her hands and smile,

"Tomorrow we'll be sunday girls, so breathe heavy for now'n fidget tomorrw we''ll bask in a sundaze raze to twirl." I promised.
"So curl your lips up an smile for a while, the carparks will pass by.
I tried to assure, reassuring myself all the while.

While she slept I had sunk. Bellow the carparks into deep concentration to see the lines and replicate them purrfect. If my eyes could only see thru the misted blur. Start with the seams I had thought and what are they anyway. And the cats nose?
Well I get to be in charge of that one? The cat knows, taught me naught. No naught cAN be controlled thru thought, or action for that (of) matter. The cat taught; that you can multiply naught with naught, times, divide, it's stiil naught. That was then.....

In her wake naught fades, time 11:11.
"Lets go Am."

Where? Her eyes glazed with hope fleeting.

"Today we shall go to Inner point city, get to the bottom of this confusing time....just rememer what the kat said.
'11:11 BE CAREFUL OF THIS ONE, because WITHOUT ONE, ONE
CANNOT BE SEEN, DONT CANCEL THE OTHER OUT.'


And now for the nudie postcard I promised....

I will scan the pic out of B&W, so you can see it here. Right now Im too lazy

I have moved and not a moment too soon. Now I realize the extent of the insanity of where I was.
Allergies.....people will use it again anything.

Calmness.....definately underated. A perfect state!

Woderful night last!

So many creative beautiful people, I am inspired.
I have the fastest connection ever atm, so today I shall be a net slob.

Check it out::: The new issue of B&W magazine, page 11.
Yours truely getting nekkid at luna park

Make sure y'all buy a postcard!!

p.s. this is the mag if you dont know it

My nerves a constant in these days. Blood sugar levels plummet and the hands begin to shake. The middle. Right above the button quivers. Muscular spasms, up and down. I need that bite on the red highway to still the quakes. Feel the waves, flow back.

It takes time. So much time. Shake and squeal. An anxious nerve fry. Soon it shall subside. Need vital replacements. FIll my body full of the minerals of the earth to counter the after effects of the poppies of the moon.

Floating in space. Lost the moon, cant reach the ground. Limbo. The waiting room.

In between there and nowhere. It's ok to float. Sway to the tides instead of shaking to the current.
Drowning is easier than swimming, but no- one wants to let me.
Playing a game of chasey and Im the rabbit. The dogs snap and howl. Saliva dripping from their open jaws. Eyes like the sun. Burning. Exposing. Pulling away the layers trying to reach the soft pink fleashy insides. So vunerable to sharp steel.

Things need to be pliable. Maluable. Changeable. Vunerable.

Time only affects whats fixed. Whats solid.

I like caves. Dark hidden spaces. I loose them all the time and it hurts. Hurts to be apart from them. To be always in the sun. The sun burns at the retinas.