Last weekend I did not hang myself because I took a road trip with EC to visit Anna in Canberra. It was lovely to hang out after so long, and go exploring together. It was the tea-and-markets tour of the capital.
I think it’s silly that Floriade drenches the tulips in coloured lights at night (what do you think people came to see?), but on the other hand it makes for some nifty photos.
Today I did not hang myself because the artwork Jeremy made for me turns out to be an excellent vase.
This little teapot monster is a spiritual cousin to Shaun Tan’s The Lost Thing. Its talons are forks, and its crab-claws are sporks. I love it dearly!
WHEN YOU DRIVE INTO THE CITY THERES A GIANT YELLOW CHEESESTICK THING AND IT PISSES ME OFF EVERYSINGLE TIME LIKE IM GETTING ANGRY JKUST LOOKING AT PICURES OF IT
WHAT THE FUUCCCKKK IS ITS PURPOOSEEEEEE
Hey, Ele. What’s Pat’s mum’s name for this thing?
Bahahaha… “Kennet’s erection”. "Mr Kennett lists the "cheese sticks" at the end of the Tullamarine Freeway… among his proudest efforts."
I just found out it’s called “Melbourne’s international gateway” and the cheesestick is supposed to represent Victoria’s gold rush. WHAT. I love this crazy sculpture!