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April 21st, 2007 (05:20 pm)

i'm not going to hang around here anymore, because i have :

art things
various ongoing solo/collab projects, things, artists and events i like. 

throughout may i will have another installation, a collaboration with my friend mischa. same bat place.

inviting you to view...

March 26th, 2007 (08:36 pm)
0111011: bloc party: drinking poison eating glass.







the wall flowers

September 16th, 2006 (06:32 pm)
0111011: happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.

installation by rachel ang


July 30th, 2006 (10:31 am)
0111011: bloc party.


Take a Polaroid photo of 
someone you secretly lust 
for and whose picture you
don't have.
   Don't rush. Take your
time. It is important that
the portrait comes out 
   Without looking at the
photograph, put it in an
envelope, still white and 
undeveloped, immediately
after it comes off the
   Seal the envelope carefuly,
hide it in a secure place and 
never, never open it again.

COLIN MCCAHON, I am scared I stand up, 1976
acrylic on paper.


November 17th, 2005 (12:34 am)

0111001: pleased.
0111011: bjork: who is it? (carry my joy on the left, carry my pain)

this morning i had my interview at rmit school of art. i was very scared and had about thirty kilograms worth of examples of work. struggled down the street doing a kind of shuffle-rearrange-organization-of-burdens-shuffle. sitting in the corridor waiting i think i must have been the youngest there. everybody had a lot more canvases than i did (i only brought a small one, which was this:


teacher, oil, house, industrial paint, collage on canvas) and wore bettina liano jeans that were unattractively and expensively tight over their behinds. and too much jewellery. except for the men who had gone in for the ironically-and-thus-trendy geeky hobo look.

so they came out and said "rachel?" and at that exact moment i was bending over looking in my bag for my phone, so they just saw this bush of mod hair and heard my yelp of "yeh? er, yes, i'm here!" so we climbed up two flights of stairs; the female interviewer took my visual diaries and the older male one took my canvas, so i didn't look too much of a struggling weakling prat. i was very nervous but they said i was fine, and said i spoke well. AND the older lecturer guy said my art was "unlike anything i've seen in years". also i would be among the youngest, but they thought i would do very well in "any art school". i was so gratified and relieved i jumped a little and thanked them for being so nice to me.

YES! three times yes and a hah! of course, rmit is not the university i want. however, knowing i did well is very, very encouraging. :D

said auden to spender, i'm just a weekender--

November 9th, 2005 (01:29 am)

0111001: loving unrequited.
0111011: milosh: you make me feel.

my favourite poet is W.H. Auden.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

and part of As I Walked Out One Evening:

"O plunge your hands in water
    Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
    And wonder what you've missed."

"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
    The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
    A lane to the land of the dead.

"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
    And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer
    And Jill goes down on her back."

"O look, look in the mirror,
    O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
    Although you cannot bless."

"O stand, stand at the window
    As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
    With your crooked heart."

It was late, late in the evening
    The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
    And the deep river ran on.

ice age comin', throw 'im in the fire.

October 18th, 2005 (04:12 pm)

0111001: giddy
0111011: radiohead: idioteque.

pray paint without ceasing.

show me something new.

September 23rd, 2005 (05:07 pm)

0111001: a little lost but very loved.
0111011: the microphones: oh anna.

Hans Gissenger, Eau de Tomate, 1997.

Lithograph Poster
Edition: 200
25" x 39" image
3 color lithograph poster

more music. because i'm full of love.

September 19th, 2005 (10:09 pm)

0111001: excited
0111011: frou frou: breathe in.

i'm making a mix tape (cd, rather) for my beloved. i seem to have a lot of music; thought i'd share some with you all. i would upload every track but yousendit just takes too damn long. so please download these very lovely, accessible tracks. i'm looking at you! c'mon, do it. i've even made this a public post (as all music-y ones are); i don't want to have done this for nothing D: <3Collapse )

drawing is fun! all the cool kids are doing it.

August 22nd, 2005 (10:45 pm)

0111001: chipper
0111011: the doves: darker.

a couple little studies in pencilCollapse )

i fought in a war

August 21st, 2005 (10:46 pm)
0111011: belle and sebastian.

photograph of my mother + co, from her nursing college era. simply darling capes and caps.

guess which she is.


August 21st, 2005 (10:41 pm)

0111001: devious
0111011: the beatles: carry that weight.

i just learned how to make posts friends only, so from now on most things will be. :) comment to be added.

but is it art

August 16th, 2005 (04:40 pm)
0111011: the bolshoi: away.

watercolour + ink + pencil + sleep deprivation!

strange, strange sisters.

August 5th, 2005 (06:57 pm)

0111001: quixotic
0111011: moby: lift me up.

dream a happy dreamCollapse )

limes in the spring time

August 3rd, 2005 (05:10 pm)

i think what annoys me most is how utterly charmless and unfeminine she is.


July 27th, 2005 (09:38 pm)

0111001: relaxed
0111011: the postal service: nothing better.

i found this in un Magazine #4, an article on arlo mountford's recent work.

"dutch SI (situationist international) artist constant developed his visionary architectural project new babylon, which called for a continuous space wherein homo ludens (the creative man) is freed from utilitarian function in order to fulfil his creative imagination. in new babylon, it was envisaged that the inhabitants' simultaneous activity would create a new collective culture; the actions of each individual would form chain reactions that would themselves become critical, explode and thus be transformed into new situations. of course, such a vision of a future society - where all labour is cultivated by a vast automated network, freeing man to live a life in which imagination is actualised - seems impossibly utopian today..."


July 23rd, 2005 (06:06 pm)

0111001: contemplative
0111011: soft cell: tainted love.

 my sassy boy + guitar + my legs

omfg *falls over*

yes, rachel. remember to breathe.

it totally post rocked.

July 17th, 2005 (01:59 am)

0111001: accomplished
0111011: the faint: worked up so sexual.

i actually love godspeed. lift your fists like skinny antennas to heaven is one of my ultimate favourite albums. someone should tell them, though, that the plural of "antenna" is "antennae".


July 15th, 2005 (02:49 pm)
0111011: ultranoir: why can't be believe we can't be loved?

so a while ago, i wrote to ultranoir (awesome finnish band that loaswearargyle put me onto; they're coma pop armed with The Cure for Richey's sake!) and they wrote back with pins! letter says: "hi rachel, sorry for the delay. here's a couple of pins for you. they're bulletproof so put them over your heart."

my word. *melts* little things like that make my day.

it's winter, but cheerful and bright. painting every day:

do you want new wave or do you want the soft pink truth?

July 14th, 2005 (10:49 pm)
0111011: bright eyes: lover i don't have to love.

is the name of a painting i finally finished, thank god. it just went on for days, which is what's been happening lately.

(no subject)

July 10th, 2005 (10:45 pm)
0111011: x-mal deutschland: in der nacht

C h r i s : to me, thats like saying
C h r i s : eat some nachos, or ill torture you
C h r i s : ye
C h r i s : but its a choice between a good and bad thing :P
rachel: heh.
rachel: oh man.
C h r i s : and im kiddin
C h r i s : i wudnt go down on you
rachel: now i have a fear that i taste like nachos
C h r i s : sucks for yo
C h r i s : so, would i need to bring my own salsa and cheese?
C h r i s : then youd get really hot, and itd cook
rachel: haha
rachel: no need for salsa; i'm on the rag
C h r i s : :|
C h r i s : oh cmon rachel

You are sexy, powerful, and bold. You're full of passion and energy... Sometimes this passion has a dark side. You feel most alive when you're seducing someone. You never fail to get someone's attention. Quick minded, you're also quick to lose your temper!

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