Hatch

Created and Produced by CSU Graphic Design students

04 FOREWORDMichael Agzarian

06 THE JUNK HUNT There are a growing number of us who have found comfort within the walls of a stale room full of second-hand clothes.

10 SO YOU WANT TO RULE THE WORLD?The Facts and Figures of being maniacal.

12 PROCRASTINATION AS AN ART FORMA Procrastinator is an artist in his or her own right. They have created something whole-heartedly.

14 POTHOLES“We took something that is looked upon as such a negative and put a positive spin on it”.

18 THE CHALLENGE THAT IS DRAWINGCan’t draw? Join the club.

20 DOWN SOUTHWelcome to South Campus!

22 MOOSE AHEADThe Professor of Dirt.

28 KEYS TO IMAGINATIONPhotographers don’t make creative photographs, they just see the world in a different way and show what they see.

ARTICLES

30 YOUR TRASH, MY TREASUREIn the deepest, darkest depths hides a very sacred place.

32 LA BLOGO THEQUEFinally we see a video that is focusing on what it should be, THE MUSIC!

34 THE WRITING’S ON THE STALLGRAFFITI originating from the place a genius goes to ponder.

36 CAPTAIN PLANETDAMN Captain Planet. Him and his greeny comrades.

37 THREE DESIGNERS, ONE QUESTIONWhat did you do to get your FIRST job in the industry?

40 PORTFOLIO ETIQUETTEApproaching your portfolio.

HATCHLINGS

42 INTRODUCTION

45 CARPE DIEM

48 THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD

50 HOOKS

52 BARBIE IS A SKANK

54 FEATHERS

56 SKATE PARK

58 SIMPLE WOULD BE NICE

60 STAMPS

Suzanne AddisonPhilippa Barnes Adrienne BergsmaAshley BurrellJames CantwellNicholas Chan Frieder Czeschla Melissa DempseyKatie Fairservice Adrian Fallace

Pinyo FordhamDylan Fryer Erica Halse Elise Hancock Erin HarmanJade Holland Tracey Hunter Philip Barry HutchisonAmanda LindsayHannah Little

Ashly Matheson Alera McDonald Samantha Mullavey Matthew NorrisPrudence OfficerRebecca PeelRuby Scanlon Kimberley Skeers Allicia Vayro Glen Whitelaw

Students of the Bachelor of Arts (Graphic Design),Bachelor of Arts (Graphic Design/Photography) andBachelor of Arts (Graphic Design/Multimedia)Charles Sturt University, Wagga Wagga

Lana WhytcrossBonnie WilkinsZac WilliamsMeg Willis Annie Wilson

May 2010

Lecturers Michael AgzarianPatrick McNamara

Hatch Magazine.indd 4 31/05/10 6:17 PM

Hatched

The objective of this project was for the students to have a magazine devised, written, designed, produced and ready for online distribution to a newly designed website in ten weeks. Remarkably, they have achieved that goal.

Each student undertook a role within a team to develop, design, publish and promote the new online publication - HATCH. Many of them began by seeing this project in terms of a single design problem. At the end, all of them realized that the project was about the whole publishing process; from devising the name of the magazine, writing and sourcing the articles through to producing a magazine for online publication, as well as promoting it and producing a dedicated website.The measure of success for a project such as this is not the result or even the grade. For the students, the important thing about this project was the process, each of the discrete steps and the learning they made along the way.

Congratulations everyone.

Michael AgzarianSenior Lecturer / Course CoordinatorBA Graphic DesignSchool of Communication and Creative IndustriesCharles Sturt University - Wagga Wagga

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TOP5HIDEOUTSCastle Secret Island

Underground Lair

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4 Volcano

THE FAILING PLAN FACTOR:

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Superhero Intervention

Critical Flaw in Plan

Engineering Blunder

Change of Heart

Meddling Kids

15 examples of weather manipulation(Flood, block out the sun)

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SO YOU WANT TO RULE THE WORLD?

THE FACTS AND FIGURES OF

BEING MANIACAL

Volcano Space Station5

103 attempts of nuclear attack

63 cases of villainous laser misuse

Mind control attempted 27 timesE.g. Zombie Army, Brainwash the president

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M O S T C O M M O N D E M A N D S Q U O T A :

MONEY 35%

SOCIAL ACCEPTANCE 15%

SWISS BANK ACCOUNT 20%

GLOBAL DOMINATION 25%

THE HERO’S WIFE 5%

T E N D E N C Y

T O W A R D S

E V I L

R E C O R D

REGULAR NAME ALIAS

Magneto

The Penguin

Darth Vadar

Dr Evil

The Riddler

Cat Woman

Lex Luther

Shredder

Krang

Dr Freeze

Queen of Hearts

Venom

Carnage

Gargamel

Mr Glass

Mr Doom

Anna

Dr Octopus

The Goblin

Two Face

Skeletor

Sauron

Pavarty

Mask

The Brain

Mugatu

Poison Ivy

Megaton

Sandman

Oddball

Cobra

Garfield

Orcs

Goons

Beebop

Rocksteady

The Emperor

Mr Burns

Harvey Dent

Anna

LIKELIHOOD OF BASE INFILTRATION THROUGH BLATANT ENGINEERING FAULT

G O O N S R E Q U I R E D T O H I T A B A R N :

1025STORMTROOPERS

12,875ORCS

54JOKER HENCHMEN

1ROCKSTEADY

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I am a self-proclaimed procrastinator. One of the worst kinds. I confess that I have in fact started writing this article at the last minute. Each and every time I have work to do, I continually and knowingly go out of my way to come up with new and interesting ways of preventing myself from carrying out the tasks I actually have to do. From organising to cleaning, arranging, drawing and welcoming any possible distraction presented to me with open arms. I once arranged my DVDs in colour order and rearranged the pantry by height, colour, and category.

I have o�en felt that procrastination is the inner release of an individual’s creativ-ity. We o�en �nd ourselves doing absurd, strange, or otherwise tedious and mind- numbing tasks with complete and u�er rigorous enthusiasm that we would never �nd ourselves doing in any other situation. e inventive, and fervent manner of a procrastinator fascinates me… each individual behaves in a di�erent way, unchar-acteristic or their usual self. What intrigues me the most about this is the creativity that comes out of these actions. Which led me to see that the outcomes of procras-tination o�en develop into an artistic creation. Which is why I believe the result of procrastination can be considered an art form.

A procrastinator is an artist in his or her own right. ey have created something, whole-heartedly. Whether this creation is an exceptionally clean house, a well planned and colour coordinated calendar, a drawing, or a colour-coded wardrobe or rearranged bedroom. All of these actions have created something aesthetically beautiful to the procrastinator. Something that would not have been created otherwise.

For those Black Books fans reading this, I feel Bernard Black doing his taxes… si�ing there appearing frazzled, surrounded by a mountain of paired socks. And later, wearing a ‘fashionable jacket’ made of receipts; embodies all of the procrasti-nation artists out there. Every person avoids their own commitments in di�erent ways, and I think the weird and wonderful things that come out of it are just beautiful.

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Can’t draw? Join the club. No matter how hard I try to draw something fun and exciting it always looks like the work of a 3yr old.

Did you ever attempt to draw your friend’s face without looking at the page or lifting the pen? And then laugh about how the eyebrow mysteriously found its way half way down the cheek, or the eye that dismally failed to even make an appearance on the face... A little like the game pin the tail on the donkey, where you laugh and make fun of the kid that didn’t even pin the tail on the poster. I was that kid.

Surprisingly I always found myself winning Pictionary. Figure that? At what point does drawing become bad? When it’s beyond the point of understanding what the image is? Should I start writing a description beneath my attempts like pre school children who are encouraged to do so, so their parents can figure it out? “Mum, Dad & our pet rabbit” That’s a rabbit!!?

When crap drawings become a printed item or a part of a magazine layout they surprisingly appear a little less crappy…but maybe that’s just me? When drawing these 9 guys to the left I was cringing at the thought that I was going to submit it…but once they’ve all been laid out the perfectionist in me lost the battle in trying to create the perfect drawing.

So whether you’re a great drawer, a mediocre drawer or just plain crappy like myself…I encourage you to get out those pencils and give it a go cause sometimes the weirder and wackier, the more interesting the characters you draw become.

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Imagine the housing commission area where you live; weatherboard

houses built from rotting timbers; sticky carpets from occupants who barely groom themselves let-alone their carpets. Musty aromas, showers covered in fur similar to the stuff you find on your teeth after eating cheese. Broken door handles, faulty cooktops, walls with holes, holes with mice, mice with meece… I think you’re getting the picture. Welcome to South Campus! *Waves at you like a mad person with omni-directional eye movements*

Each year over 50 terrified parents drop their kids off on the first day of O-Week at the on campus University accommodation wondering if they’ll ever see their child again. Some parents have been known to drive in the gates one side and then straight out the other like a spooked pony in a thunderstorm, without even letting their children’s feet touch the south soil.

Five blocks of dormitory style accommodation, approximately 30 rooms in each, with long corridors, kitchens that used to be laundries, worn pathways from the hundreds of people who’ve lived there previously and cross gender amenities.

On the topic of shared facilities; one morning before class I trudged into the shower all possum-eyed from the night’s sleep. Turning on the water I heard someone stomp into the shower beside me, snorting back on nasal mucus the occupant proceeded to spit the contents of his throat into the shower. I looked down at my feet and tried desperately not to imagine the sort of body fluids that had slipped along the floor beneath my feet. As I sponged some shampoo through my hair I smelt something familiar, something acidic, not a pleasant smell.

Down

“waves at you like a mad person with omni-directional

eye movements”

No! It couldn’t be? Surely not!? The cubical walls didn’t quite reach the floor leaving enough room for the yellow pee aroma to pass underneath. Gross, I know but this is just one of the many life experiences South has provided that I wish it didn’t.

To put a positive spin on things, South has taught me many practical life skills, like how to use the absolute minimal amount of dishes to avoid washing up. For example the spoon you used to eat your cereal doubles as the knife to spread your toast. The bowl from the cereal then becomes the plate for the toast- practical; and you get to avoid the stinky kitchen for another day!

Now that you’re completely disgusted I’ll tell you why I’ve chosen to live there for the past three years. Apart from the fact that it’s cheap and the rooms are huge its like being on school camp 24/7 with the added bonus of having your own room to retire to if you don’t want to go orienteering for the afternoon. There’s a sense of community at South, a humbling culture that seeps into your blood. At South, it’s not about the destination but the journey.

south

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The Professor of Dirt

If you had asked me last week what I thought when I heard the word “Moose” I would have told you about the animal with antlers that’s a part of the deer family. Now I think of a hilarious British fellow, Paul “Moose” Curtis, the reverse graffiti artist.

Moose is Paul Curtis. Paul Curtis is Moose. Instead of the typical methods of graffiti, Moose’s reverse graffiti method involves cleaning dirt and grime of filthy surfaces to create his art. “I’ve never found that easy way of explaining what I do. I tell people I make pictures by cleaning.”

MOOSE


His profession (if you could call it that) began when he was working as a kitchen porter.

“I saw a little dirty mark on the wall, and I got my cloth out and I just wiped over this little dirty mark but I left a bigger clean mark where I’d cleaned over this dot… In the end I had to clean the whole wall”. Moose then realised the power of dirt.

Moose’s art materials do not consist of your normal artist’s tools like paint and a brush or even that of a graffiti artist, a spray can. Moose’s weapons of choice are water and a cloth or in more recent cases a high pressure water gun and stencils.

Moose graced Wagga Wagga and Charles Sturt University with his presence. First off was a lecture giving a quick low down on his life and how he got into his artistic profession. This was very interesting and

included tales of where he was almost arrested for so called “damaging property”. But what is he actually damaging? Dirt?

A lucky few were then invited to participate in a workshop with Moose to create some new stencils to be turned into an artwork in town. Hours were spent cutting and drawing, with breaks for the occasional photo shoot allowed. Once the stencils were cut and ready it was time for a bit of tucker and a beer before the morning ahead.

The next day involved a bright and early start, which happened to be freezing. With the added water from the pressure gun, faces were red and feet were frozen but eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement for what was to come. After a few test sprays, the fun began. The lucky few were invited to come up and spray their fabulous designs onto the grimy wall. The result was amazing.

I was shocked at, A) how dirty the wall was and B) how easy the dirt came off the wall. The contrast it created was great. Once the wall in town was completed, Moose and crew headed back to the University and prettied up some dirty areas surrounding the Arts division. The result was fantastic.

Thanks heaps to Moose for a great couple of days learning about a greener and way more fun way of representing graffiti. Reverse it kids.

Can I have your autograph?

Hannah Little

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The Professor of Dirt

If you had asked me last week what I thought when I heard the word “Moose” I would have told you about the animal with antlers that’s a part of the deer family. Now I think of a hilarious British fellow, Paul “Moose” Curtis, the reverse graffiti artist.

Moose is Paul Curtis. Paul Curtis is Moose. Instead of the typical methods of graffiti, Moose’s reverse graffiti method involves cleaning dirt and grime of filthy surfaces to create his art. “I’ve never found that easy way of explaining what I do. I tell people I make pictures by cleaning.”

MOOSE


His profession (if you could call it that) began when he was working as a kitchen porter.

“I saw a little dirty mark on the wall, and I got my cloth out and I just wiped over this little dirty mark but I left a bigger clean mark where I’d cleaned over this dot… In the end I had to clean the whole wall”. Moose then realised the power of dirt.

Moose’s art materials do not consist of your normal artist’s tools like paint and a brush or even that of a graffiti artist, a spray can. Moose’s weapons of choice are water and a cloth or in more recent cases a high pressure water gun and stencils.

Moose graced Wagga Wagga and Charles Sturt University with his presence. First off was a lecture giving a quick low down on his life and how he got into his artistic profession. This was very interesting and

included tales of where he was almost arrested for so called “damaging property”. But what is he actually damaging? Dirt?

A lucky few were then invited to participate in a workshop with Moose to create some new stencils to be turned into an artwork in town. Hours were spent cutting and drawing, with breaks for the occasional photo shoot allowed. Once the stencils were cut and ready it was time for a bit of tucker and a beer before the morning ahead.

The next day involved a bright and early start, which happened to be freezing. With the added water from the pressure gun, faces were red and feet were frozen but eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement for what was to come. After a few test sprays, the fun began. The lucky few were invited to come up and spray their fabulous designs onto the grimy wall. The result was amazing.

I was shocked at, A) how dirty the wall was and B) how easy the dirt came off the wall. The contrast it created was great. Once the wall in town was completed, Moose and crew headed back to the University and prettied up some dirty areas surrounding the Arts division. The result was fantastic.

Thanks heaps to Moose for a great couple of days learning about a greener and way more fun way of representing graffiti. Reverse it kids.

Can I have your autograph?

Hannah Little

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Dragos Dumitrascu

Keys to Imagination

C H I M E R A P H O T O G R A P H Y

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In my vision, imagination is a gateway between two dif-ferent realms of reality to which most of us have unlimited access. The keys to imagination unlock the most sophisticated dreams which, just like nature’s fabulous creations, can sometimes leave us speechless and overwhelmed.

Photographers don’t make creative photographs, they just see the world in a different way and then show the world what they see in photographs. In essence it is a channel of com-munication and is as much about what the photographer has to say as it is about the subject. When we take a photograph a part of ourselves is being exposed as well. Dragos Dumitrascu is a Romanian landscape photographer who shared his thoughts on the subject of creative photography:

Dragos Dumitrascu

Keys to Imagination

C H I M E R A P H O T O G R A P H Y

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In my vision, imagination is a gateway between two dif-ferent realms of reality to which most of us have unlimited access. The keys to imagination unlock the most sophisticated dreams which, just like nature’s fabulous creations, can sometimes leave us speechless and overwhelmed.

Photographers don’t make creative photographs, they just see the world in a different way and then show the world what they see in photographs. In essence it is a channel of com-munication and is as much about what the photographer has to say as it is about the subject. When we take a photograph a part of ourselves is being exposed as well. Dragos Dumitrascu is a Romanian landscape photographer who shared his thoughts on the subject of creative photography:

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CAPTAIN PLANETan economic nightmare

Damn Captain Planet, him and his greeny

comrades. Every afternoon, as a wee nipper, I’d

rush home from school to see the so called

“Planeteers” racing around the planet fixing all

its little problems.

It’s clear to see now, they were all brain-

washed into pedaling their blatantly anti-capitalist

agendas. What industrialist wouldn’t be annoyed

by some meddling kids, who knew nothing of the

greater economic pressures facing big business.

On top of all this, the Planeteers didn’t even do

a good job; they were just there, it seems, to

annoy the (ridiculously) stereotyped businessmen

and women. The Planeteers were awfully good

at displacing pollutants from one area to

another, and hoping that no-one noticed.

Occasionally they senT pollutants into space,

which seemed to them, and their adored Captain

Planet an amicable solution. In reality this only

added to the estimated 5,500 tonnes already in

orbit. Thanks Captain Planet. Why don’t you do us

all a favour and just start polluting the earth,

helping the loggers, because, at the end of the

day, your script is written on beautifully white,

bleached paper.

So until you figure out a way to make tofu into

300gsm, maybe you should stop complaining.

RIDICULOUS

STERE

OTYPE

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GREENYAnti-Capitalist

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GREENY

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Flaunt & UnderConstruction compiled two parallel surveys; one targeted at designers showing their portfolio in interviews, and the other at designers who are reviewing the portfolio of prospective employees, so that a comparison could be made

between what an interviewee thinks are the best practises against what an interviewer does.....

Lesson) Do not show up unannounced. Lesson) Email �rst, call second, the unlikely third, wait for someone to call you.

And how should one follow up?Preference of medium for 1st point of contact

33%46%

32%22%

20%10%

Phone

Wait for

Both15%

22%

Lesson) Interviewers want to see more work than you thought. That’s a good thing. Lesson) Just dont exceed 10MB

Appropriate amount of samples in a PDF Point at which an attachment is considered too big

2-3 3-4 5-7 2MB 5MB 10MB8-10

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27%

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23%

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Lesson) Above all keep things organised. A book seems the most common way to do so.

Preference of portfolio structure according to... Does size, big or small, matter?

Box with loose samples

Book withbound pages

Bag withassorted items

Nopreference Other

19%

11%

58%

34%

5%

0%

0%

40%

18%

15% Yes No

Are sketches and process images a welcome addition?Amount of information accompanying each project

Basic Information As much information as possible

... and credits... and credits

Yes No No preference

42%

59%58%

28%13%

Lesson) Prepare for a 30 minute interview, but keep in mind it might end in 15.

Preferred dynamic of portfolio presentationExpected length of interview

15 minutes Interviewee leads Interviewer leads No preference30 minutes 60 minutes

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44%

34%

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5% 9%

44% 44%28% 34% 28% 22%

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Flaunt & UnderConstruction compiled two parallel surveys; one targeted at designers showing their portfolio in interviews, and the other at designers who are reviewing the portfolio of prospective employees, so that a comparison could be made

between what an interviewee thinks are the best practises against what an interviewer does.....

Lesson) Do not show up unannounced. Lesson) Email �rst, call second, the unlikely third, wait for someone to call you.

And how should one follow up?Preference of medium for 1st point of contact

33%46%

32%22%

20%10%

Phone

Wait for

Both15%

22%

Lesson) Interviewers want to see more work than you thought. That’s a good thing. Lesson) Just dont exceed 10MB

Appropriate amount of samples in a PDF Point at which an attachment is considered too big

2-3 3-4 5-7 2MB 5MB 10MB8-10

14%

7%

33%

27%

35%

44%

18%22%

31%

23%

48%

41%

21%

36%

Lesson) Above all keep things organised. A book seems the most common way to do so.

Preference of portfolio structure according to... Does size, big or small, matter?

Box with loose samples

Book withbound pages

Bag withassorted items

Nopreference Other

19%

11%

58%

34%

5%

0%

0%

40%

18%

15% Yes No

Are sketches and process images a welcome addition?Amount of information accompanying each project

Basic Information As much information as possible

... and credits... and credits

Yes No No preference

42%

59%58%

28%13%

Lesson) Prepare for a 30 minute interview, but keep in mind it might end in 15.

Preferred dynamic of portfolio presentationExpected length of interview

15 minutes Interviewee leads Interviewer leads No preference30 minutes 60 minutes

61%

44%

34%

50%

5% 9%

44% 44%28% 34% 28% 22%

“Outside highly technical matters, perception is the most important part of thinking. Perception is how we look at the world. What things we take into account. How we structure everything around us.”-Edward de Bono

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The next section of this magazine is dedicated to the perception of images. That is; how we draw conclusions about things due to our own personal experience, beliefs, attitudes and context. No two people looking at one image will ever feel exactly the same about it or draw precise conclusions. In the art world we are attuned to looking for clues as to how the artist came up with the final piece. We pick the image apart like a feral cat, scrounging through the rubbish looking for scraps of information... colour, lighting, positioning, style, etc. to arrive at our own conclusions.

Students involved in the magazine brought in a picture, drawing, object or artwork that meant something to them and placed them in a hat. We then took turns drawing one out and coming up with a response to the piece, whether it be visual or textural. The idea is to compare the original artist’s thoughts with what the person who drew the image out got from it as an experiment into human perception.

To differentiate the artist’s thoughts from the perceiver’s thoughts two symbols will be used.

This symbol indicates the original thought behind the image

This symbol represents the response to the original image.

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This piece was a flow of consciousness, created one day as I sat with a pencil and doodled. Anything that came into my head was sketched as one thought and pattern flowed into the next. Perceptions, thoughts, judgments, feelings, associations, and memories were drawn as they entered my mind, one thought evolving into the next and recorded as they occurred without being restructured logically. I do this idly sometimes and then later sort through my notebooks to find them; using them as a sort of introspection technique to understand my (sub)conscious

stream. Normally, the attempt at analysis is like seizing a spinning top to catch its motion. In the time it takes me to understand why I came to a conclusion about a subject, I have forgotten what the conclusion was. Bad memory strengthens instinct; because you can’t remember why, you just FEEL. At the time I could clearly see the progression of my train of thought, but after the fact the images have lost their meaning and inter-connectedness and have become incomprehensible.

Bad memory strengthens instinct; because you can’t remember why, you just FEEL.

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Susie Maroni was a gifted child. Her mother Maude had inklings of Susie’s special abilities three months before she was even born. A firm in-utero kick one afternoon had once stopped Maude dead in her tracks moments before an out of control motorcycle mounted the footpath, swerved frantically through a group of oblivious pedestrians, and slammed dramatically into the very taxi Maude was intending to enter just seconds earlier.

After being brought into the world (quite quietly I am told), Susie was known to kick her mother in the shin whenever impeding danger loomed. Maude embraced her permanently bruised shins as baby Susie had warned her of countless impending doom scenarios including one ravenous looking canine, and a particularly large cement truck hell bent on removing Maude from this earth.

Tragically, the photo seen here is the last moments of the family’s time on earth. However, due to the insistence of a recent fine arts graduate, she was placed far from shins reach of her mother for “compositional integrity”.

And so this tale ends, just as abruptly as the Maroni’s final photograph.

When I looked at this family photograph, I was immediately drawn to the expression on the little girl’s face; I couldn’t help but wonder what she was looking at? This look of wonder or surprise is what became the basis of my design idea. And eventually I came to the idea of the alive photograph; in a kind of a Harry Potter fashion. This way I could use rather ordinary, plain, everyday objects; things like, stairs, walls, and pictures in frames and with the focus of this child bringing them alive in a surreal manner.

The article title ‘through the eyes of a child’ really encapsulates these design possibilities, based on the notion that the world seen from the perspective of a child, is a world of wonder and amazement. Where photographs really do have ‘real’ people inside the walls of their frames.

The Eyes of Through

a Child

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Sometimes my mind becomes draped with

beautiful images but often with nonsense. The

thought crosses my mind that I should note it

down, or sketch it, but I never have a book or

am about to get into bed or I’m too tired or I

can’t find a pen.

I stare blankly for a moment. I close my eyes

tightly and try to envision the image. Beautiful.

Then after a fleeting second, the moment

passes and the image is gone.

I received this image and I instantly wanted to

draw a body and play dress-ups. It reminded

me of my favourite childhood Barbie doll. Both

Barbie and the woman in this image are both

conventionally beautiful.

Although I really loved my Barbie, the clothes

that she wore were rather scantily clad. My

favourite was my shopping Barbie that wore

a small top with the midriff showing, wearing

a vest and a small red mini skirt. Don’t we

all wear that ensemble to the supermarket?

Who is she trying to impress, she has already

won over Ken! Therefore I have come to the

conclusion that Barbie = Skank.

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If you take the petals from the image on the left and put them into the bag, give it a bit of a shake, the result could be something like this.

If you take the petals from the image on the left and put them into the bag, give it a bit of a shake, the result could be something like this. 55

I was looking after this house for couple of weeks, some close family friends had asked me to house sit. It was just across the road from the skatepark. About four days in I was in the middle of cooking dinner one night, when the phone rang, “Im sorry the house holders are away at the moment, can I take a message?” “Yeah I know, just thought I’d call to let you know that I was driving into town this afternoon when I saw a car awfully similar to Darren’s about 15km outside town. Is his bronze car there in the driveway where it normally is?” I froze. “No, just his blue one.” “That’ll be his then, you better give him and the police a call.” Turns out it was some shady bastards from the skatepark who decided to take this old car for a bit of a joy ride, and when the engine seized because of a leak, they slashed the tyres and left it on the side of the road. Now every time I drive by the skate park or see a skater kid I wonder whether it was them who stole the car. Bastards!

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I interpreted the skatepark as an experimental environment in which no which way is the right way. The landscape becomes an arena of multiple textures, shapes and angles , opening a world of new possibilities.

I interpreted the skatepark as an experimental environment in which no which way is the right way. The landscape becomes an arena of multiple textures, shapes and angles , opening a world of new possibilities.

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I never really liked Postman Pat, with his impossibly oblong face and inability to ever be upset. But as a little kid I could never deny the joys of being given the keys to collect the mail from our PO Box every Thursday. As a small child, I revelled in the responsibility of collecting every letter and every parcel from our black, gold-numbered letter box that was content with conforming to all the other black, gold-numbered letter boxes. Perhaps itís because it was the only responsibility I ever had, aside from general cleanliness and good behaviour. It seems like such a good life in hindsight. I look back now, as a sit in my rented unit with numerous bills scattered on my bench, and I feel so jealous of my

such a meaningless task. A task I now donít care for, and I do it with such numbness. Remember as a child wishing your parents would let you do more? Remember wanting to have more responsibility because it meant you were more grown up? Being excited by

home alone. As a child, everything and anything that brought you closer to being considered an adult brought delight and I remember always feeling proud whenever even the most menial accomplishment was achieved. Now that I am grown up with

reminisce about the small, simple actions I took as a child. I think Iíd give up a life ruled by currency and expectation just to run through the brown grass of my old paddock the way I did when I was young, where my greatest concern of the day was whether I could be bothered running inside to sit down and watch a cartoon just for the protagonistís black and white companion. Because I could never deny a stop-motion cat.

Early in the morning, just as day is dawning, he picks up all his postbags in his van.

Stamps have an ambiguous nature. They represent the journey of communication between two people, but play no part in the message itself. They can accompany a message between two countries on opposite sides of the globe, or between two small communities within minutes of each other, without affecting the content in any way.There is a part of life that makes them necessary, but they aren’t particularly special to anyone, unless they come in packs of plasticheld clinically with tweezers. The pack of stamps this one came fromwas a souvenir from six months of a life in upstate New York. For me it holds the warmth of sending letters and packages home to family and friends – sending them a part of my life.One stamp holds memories, but for a stranger it holds no value ñ it’s cold.

I never really liked Postman Pat, with his impossibly oblong face and inability to ever be upset. But as a little kid I could never deny the joys of being given the keys to collect the mail from our PO Box every Thursday. As a small child, I revelled in the responsibility of collecting every letter and every parcel from our black, gold-numbered letter box that was content with conforming to all the other black, gold-numbered letter boxes. Perhaps itís because it was the only responsibility I ever had, aside from general cleanliness and good behaviour. It seems like such a good life in hindsight. I look back now, as a sit in my rented unit with numerous bills scattered on my bench, and I feel so jealous of my

such a meaningless task. A task I now donít care for, and I do it with such numbness. Remember as a child wishing your parents would let you do more? Remember wanting to have more responsibility because it meant you were more grown up? Being excited by

home alone. As a child, everything and anything that brought you closer to being considered an adult brought delight and I remember always feeling proud whenever even the most menial accomplishment was achieved. Now that I am grown up with

reminisce about the small, simple actions I took as a child. I think Iíd give up a life ruled by currency and expectation just to run through the brown grass of my old paddock the way I did when I was young, where my greatest concern of the day was whether I could be bothered running inside to sit down and watch a cartoon just for the protagonistís black and white companion. Because I could never deny a stop-motion cat.

Early in the morning, just as day is dawning, he picks up all his postbags in his van.

Stamps have an ambiguous nature. They represent the journey of communication between two people, but play no part in the message itself. They can accompany a message between two countries on opposite sides of the globe, or between two small communities within minutes of each other, without affecting the content in any way.There is a part of life that makes them necessary, but they aren’t particularly special to anyone, unless they come in packs of plasticheld clinically with tweezers. The pack of stamps this one came fromwas a souvenir from six months of a life in upstate New York. For me it holds the warmth of sending letters and packages home to family and friends – sending them a part of my life.One stamp holds memories, but for a stranger it holds no value ñ it’s cold.

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