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The 1950s Swedish Love Seat.

This 1950s Swedish 'Love Seat' has my name all over it. But if you can beat me to saving up approximately $2500 it can be yours instead (not counting postage from the UK) instead of mine. Just don't let me know....

Face To Face With Real Life Prada (Plus Notes On My Doctor).

I've been seeing the same doctor for twenty years now and I owe him a lot (not money, he gets heaps of that from me) but my sanity for diagnosing what no one else could throughout my childhood.  Doggedly, throughout that time, he persisted where others gave up - never once saying "get used to it, this is as good as it can be for you" but persisting with immunologists until I qualified for the immunotherapy program I'm on now. And for this I am full of gratitude. Nonetheless he can be a selfish man. For example moving to Sydney so that instead of it taking Fifteen minutes to get to his surgery it now takes Four Hours (that's right he thoughtlessly moved to the North side of the bridge, complicating the whole trip hence that fourth extra hour). What's more they love him so much in Sydney he can put his fees up astronomically and only has to work two days a week instead of four (they just didn't get him in conservative old Canberra). Hence I can really only …

Apologies In Advance For The Gloom.

I am in my final semester of study now, meaning in a couple of short months I will graduate after having presented to the world (ie meaning family, friends and those interested in the work of soon to graduate Visual Artists) a body of work that says a lot about my abilities, technical skill, thought processes, approach to art and just approach to life generally. Ultimately I would like my work to offer the viewer an illuminative and uplifting world view and yet that is very far off from the place i am sitting right now. Illness, I am sorry to say has me by the throat. I hate giving in to it. But today I yearn to. Enough of the pushing through, enough of the painful crawl towards deadlines. Why, I wonder today, don't I ever take the illness into account when I set about a new semester with excitement, planning a grand body of work that is destined to keep me in a state of stress and pressure for the endurance and lead to these inevitable moments of just wanting to toss it in or at…