Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Revisiting the Willow Woods

Revisiting the Willow Woods
When I first moved to the Dandenongs foothills one of my first discoveries while I explored the mountain I lived below was a little “Bubble of Reality” filled with Wizards, wands, candles, fairy houses and ceramic toadstools called Willow Woods. Ran by artist Jamin Swaneveld I wrote about his wonderful art and influence HERE where I also told how Jamin reluctantly had to close Willow Woods in 2008.
But where one door closes another presents itself and he established Last Frontier Tattoos in Upwey.
Creating a unique studio that was well situated, bright and inviting with a whimsical theme that looked a lot like Diagon Alley from Harry Potter was a big jump from a weekend hobby selling sculptures and wares he made in his spare time.
Keeping in mind that this was to be in an industry that had many a negative image and reputation.

Jamin working on a design


Diagon Alley
When I last visited Last Frontier things had started well and business was growing. Jamin was still working as a builder and had high hopes that his dream of a custom tattoo studio would grow and prosper.
Time passes quickly and because my travels seldom see me in Upwey I made an effort to call in and visit Jamin once more during my recent summer holiday break.
I was shocked to realize it had been 18 months since my last visit.
I called in mid afternoon, some of the shops were still closed in the shopping strip for their Christmas break but I found Last Frontier had its little OPEN sign in the window.
As I entered I saw Jamin busy at work on a complicated piece of artwork on a client’s upper arm and opposite the client’s 8 year old boy sitting in an old Dentists chair staring bug eyed around the studio taking in all the books, furniture and odds and sods that Jamin has surrounded himself in his studio.

Desk and Dentist Chair
A few things had changed since my last trip. More artworks, some from the old Willow Woods hut had made their way to the studio as well as two old display cases that show cased some of Jamin’s newer works and other things he had collected along the way.
Jamin was no longer working as a builder, the tattoo studio had become so popular and demanding that he now worked full time at Last Frontier. The idea of a custom tattoos had paid off and they were booked up to three months ahead. Jamin had taken on the bulk of the work with one of the original partners leaving and the other only working part time. Since all tattoos coming out of Last Frontier are designed by the customer and artist, then comes the process of approval of artwork then line work and colouring, the process itself can be very time consuming, especially with Jamin doing the majority of work.

Some old stuff


And some new
So I was very surprised to see how much new work Jamin had created in his rare spare time at home, in between quality time with the wife and kids.
Since my last visit Jamin’s artworks had evolved somewhat, I’m assuming all that staring at dark lines of ink for long periods sometimes till late at night had darkened his style as well. Gone were the wizards and baby dragons of Willow Woods in their place were Vampire Hunter kits and Bell Jars filled with weird embryos and pickled creatures. I likened it to his artistic child had become a teenager and an angsty one at that. As well as strange two headed skeletons and old brass and wood chests containing strange instruments, it all seemed to add to the Diagon Alley atmosphere.
Because Last Frontier does have a vague Western motif to it Jamin also incorporated some firearms but none of this revolver / six shooter stuff. Jamin has collected some of the weirder Steam Punk creations from Weta’s Dr. Grordbort, weird ray guns from another time and place.

All the Ink guns have a Steam Punk feel
It’s strange how well they suit the décor.
The whole idea of the new artworks and the way it is set out one could almost call the studio a gallery sadly nothing is for sale.
The whole idea of all these curios was best described earlier with the 8-year-old boy. They are here to keep those being inked or waiting something marvelous to keep them amused, occupied or amazed during their stay at Jamin’s new “Bubble of Reality”.
I believe him when he says he couldn’t work in any other environment.


The front desk and adjoining cabinet of wonders

Thursday, 24 February 2011

Keith Richards figure



I couldn’t help myself when a figure of Keith Richards was too cheap to ignore and I had to buy it.
Usually I only buy figures of dead rock stars but since Keith looks like he’s been dying for years I thought “Why not?”
I did the same with Ozzy Osbourne a couple of years ago and I still haven’t taken him out of his box.
I was sure it would only be a couple of months.
Never doubt the staying power of the truly wasted.
Anyhow, on receiving the figure I believe it to be one of the worst representations I have.
It is supposed to be Keith circa Sticky Fingers era, but it looks nothing like him.
Usually the vanity of rock stars only allows models from their prime, so it was refreshing to see this other model someone made up of Keith in a more modern era. Pic 2 & 3 via About My Work Blog
A wonderful blog ran by Mick Baltes from Germany, specialising in custom dolls and dioramas

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Top Cartoon band lists that miss the mark entirely (one exception)

It's that time of the year again when I go trawling through the Web to see if anyone has made up more lists of their list of all time favourite cartoon bands.
I always find some popular newspaper , social information or art site who need filler to come to the call.
The most predictable thing about these lists are the same bands who top the search results when you type "Cartoon band" into Google search.
So I can't really take them seriously.
Case in point

Yahoo associated content

Houston Press

This one had promise until I realised most where from computer games and all the links where broken

At least I found one.

Gibson (yes the people who make the guitars) at least thought about it.

And this one is probably starting with the right premise from the get go

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt

The Anarchy sisters, Panty and Stocking, are angels who were kicked out of Heaven due to their bad behavior. They are sent to Daten City (a pun on the Japanese word datenshi "Fallen Angel")), a place located on the edge of Heaven and Hell. Strange monsters called "Ghosts" besiege the city, but the Anarchy sisters wield a variety of mysterious powers, most notably their ability to transform their clothing into weapons.
Under the watchful eye of Reverend Garterbelt, and with their pet zipper-dog Chuck, it's up to Panty and Stocking to destroy these Ghosts, in order to collect enough Heaven Coins to return to Heaven.
In typical Japanese anime fashion it is crass and totally funny.
This series which only started airing in October 2010 has taken Japan by storm.
This wonderful piece of musical video is from the soundtrack from the series.
It pays homage to several other bands such as King Crimson, Nirvana, Pink Floyd and of course Gorillaz.


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Saturday, 29 January 2011

Extreme Machine Show

These articles are reprints from redbubble.com and the BBCN community paper that i'm showcasing over the Christmas / Summer break  First published March 13 2008

Last week end the local Primary School held its bi-annual Extreme Machine Show.
The School grounds are basically taken over by all manners of cars, boats and bikes with engines and other bits that look like they were intended for machines three times larger.
It also gives an opportunity for local interest groups and clubs to have displays.
All up it’s a good revenue raiser for the school.
I thought I’d go a view all this monstrous machinery: one because I was slightly curious even though I have no interest in said vehicle types and the second reason being that I live virtually next door and all the street parking made it impossible to get the car out to go anywhere else.
The crowds were healthy and the local teenagers were out in force so my kids promised to disappear if I emptied my wallet into their hands . I did – they kept their promise.
The temperature had hit 30 Degrees Celsius by 11.00 AM so it was a constant search for shade and water.
Any way I’ll let the pictures tell the story.

A Volvo haters dream














This is not a small man. It is a very big car

This was just pure vandalism but fun to watch

The Motorcycle guys play a very fast and very high version of tag

This guy was really, really high. I headbutted the guy behind me in the forehead taking this shot.

These cars we’re broken i think all their suspension was shot

All the cars must have been broken because they all had their bonnets up

Local youth run amuck in the carpark

This guy started up his boat and made the most
Horrible racket imaginably.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him he was still on the trailer let alone 10 Kms from the nearest body of water.

The worst police speed trap I had ever seen.

These must have been novelty cars.
This one had a pair of Binoculars fitted.

This one had a washing machine attached

“Are you my Daddy?”

The Reserve Army trailer were trailing special army force fields.
It worked because hardly anyone went near this display all day.

Saturday, 15 January 2011

I went to the seaside to see what I could see and what I saw was some sand sculptures

These articles are reprints from redbubble.com and the BBCN community paper that i'm showcasing over the Christmas / Summer break  First published April 7 2008



The title says it all really.
It’s not very often I will voluntary travel to Frankston for anything but I was up bright and early to visit the annual Sandstorm sculpturing exhibition on the foreshore of Frankston beach before its season was up.
The Sandstorm (Sand sculpturing Australia) theme this year was Fairytales and Fables.
A massive display of the imagination where no expense was spared on the detail or size.

Gulliver’s Travels

Snow While & the Seven Dwarfs

The Wizard of OZ

This massive piece was completely covered on all four sides with references to Nursery Rhymes and stood 8 metres tall.

The Iron Gian
This was my favourite
I always wanted a cubby house like this as a kid minus the child eating witch of course

(Hansel & Gretel)
I was explaining to my kids how the word Gay had a whole different meaning back when I was a kid and had a whole different meaning when used quite frequently in childrens tales.
These sculptures made the kids doubt my story.


(The Emperor’s New Clothes)

(Puss in boots)
Anybody living in Victoria Australia will be aware of the vicious winds that we endured last week.
This house was a victim, surprisingly most of the other sand sculptures survived due to the density of the sand and the construction method.
There were also references to modern day interpretations of Children’s stories as we all know every fairy tale is actually a cautionary tale or a lesson on acceptance.
I decided to put my own spin on to Alice in Wonderland and called it
Alice at the Crack house.

Alice off her face

Alice is refused Crack because she has no funds to help her addiction

Alice is driven to solicit her body to raise cash for more crack.

The impending death of Goldilocks- housebreaker and thief.

This unfortunately placed piece of seagull poo reminded me of an old joke

Littlest Mermaid: “How’s my car?
Mechanic: “It’s fine. You’ve just blown a seal”
LM: Uhhh.. No .. I just had an ice cream
After having an enjoyable outing I left with a sense of regret.
I wished I could be here when they had to close the exhibition.
How cool would it be to kick down all those sculptures?

Saturday, 1 January 2011

Exploring the Solar System in comfortable shoes

 These articles are reprints from redbubble.com and the BBCN community paper that i'm showcasing over the Christmas / Summer break  First published March 2 2008
On Sunday I decided to take the new missus and check out what all the hoo-ha was about concerning this Solar system thingy that Ed the very heavy shadow guy had been blabbing on about here.
After a few false starts like forgetting the map to show where it was and not realizing it was actually part of a larger festival we managed to stumble on it by chance when we found a garbage bag wrapped monolith on one of the walk ways.
Now we he discovered we were early.
It hadn’t been unveiled yet.
Obviously others before us were curious about its function and had conveniently tore a hole in the bag, this led us to deduce that we were somewhere about Jupiter (due to the lovely colouring of the very small sphere attached to monolith wrapped in garbage bags)

The hidden Solar system
It was at this point that an older couple sidled up to us brandishing a photocopied booklet titled “The Melbourne Solar System Self Guided Tour” and together we read the cover spiel and realized that if we had of headed towards the City we would have had a long hike back to the car so we decided to head to towards the Sun (Sculpturally speaking that is).

The discovery of Jupiter
Now according to the pamphlet we had a 750 metre trek back to the Sun (if we had of gone to Pluto we had a 5+ KM marathon) So after dodging people way too old to be using rollerblades and families on bikes strung out like an army of ants we eventually came across another garbage bag wrapped plinth with a not so neat hole ripped in the top to expose it’s secret. This one was red and resembled a chewed Smartie (or M&M for those of other cultures other than Oz) things were getting closer now and the next exposed planet was Earth (it was BLUE) complete with little moon.

By now The Sun was in view so we rushed pass the other two planets Venus and Mercury giving them only a polite nod as we passed.

It started as a wart on my arse
The Sun was not wrapped obviously the budget didn’t cover two rolls of garbage bags because this would have been a big bugger to wrap.
I now had a good idea of the scale of what man in his future travels will have to endure in time and distance if we ever got the urge to see why anybody would want to call a barren piece of icy rock after a Disney dog. Me, I wasn’t even up to traveling back to Jupiter by footpath.
Sadly time constraints meant I missed the unveiling and the copy of the little book with Ed’s name in it caught fire after I got home (happens a lot ‘round here) but I’m glad I saw a brilliant concept and idea brought to fruition and not only stand as a valid piece of public art but also as an interesting one and a great teaching tool.
Well done guys.

I found this little chickybabe when we passed Venus

This for some unknown reason was next to the Sun sculpture, since we didn’t know what it represented we called it the “SunTurd”