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Jaisalmer, India

oh yeah... my blog...

hello!
i am in India.
i have been here for a while....
i really like it...
what else can i tell you? ah... maybe you'll all just have to wait for me to get home so i can tell you stories with my hands... stories with no hand gestures are just wrong... :)

this little guy is from the book i am writting here. at first i thought he was a baddie, but now i think maybe he is a goodie....

xxx
Elizabeth in India

me and amelia...

bye!
will post something new from India!

distance makes the heart....

i'm really going to miss my sewing machine...

i really really am....

Armanious & Armanious

i draw like my father...

bling bling

if i dont finish sewing the lining (in quilted chinese brocade covered in red dragons... hehehhe) of my fur coat soon, i'll be stitching it on the plane. and i have a feeling the airline will be uncomfortable with letting someone with an arab name on a plane with big needles...
well, i suppose i did get a little distracted today by getting my dad to set a new diamond in my tooth. this one is bigger than the last, and set in white gold.... wait, doesn't everyone need more diamonds in their teeth? i mean... come on.... what more could a girl ask for?
:) (million dollar smile)

shrink ray

oh and this is another little thing i'm working on, besides the mazes and Skippy my half decomposed kangaroo...
i want a little piece of Home to take to india and the americas with me, so this is my jewellery box.
guess i'll probably be spending quite some time trying to get through customs....

maze phase

pictures by johnny (thanks johnny!) of another maze of mine, this time at the Art in the Open festival, in mosman darling, mosman.
in the half an hour when vicki and i had a coffee and walked down the main street, we counted 32 (32!!) polo shirts! eeeeeeeeveryone in mosman wears polo shirts! needless to say, between the two of us, and vickis converse gumbots with the little pink flowers, we kind of stuck out around there....
i need more ground to draw mazes!

Skippy the bush kangaroo

cleaning up kangaroo bones is a dirty, stinky, gross job.
but someone has to do it huh...

commitment phobic....

so i recently found out that there are a couple of people who actually read this thing! (hi mum!)
well... i applied for my visa... so it looks like, whether i'm terrified or not, i'm going on my residency to india.
other than sitting nervously in the indian embassy for hours, with two illegal weapons on me, i've been lying in bed after inadvertently inhaling hydrochloric acid. shhhh.... don't tell my uni supervisor....
E.

she has read too many books and it has addled her mind

by the light of the moon

the red moon over sydney last week!