the minotaur

oh yeah, i have a blog.
i have been drawing up plans for a maze
and trying to walk over them carefully becuase they are convering almost my entire living room floor.
and i left my castle in st petersburg for one in new delhi.
it seems like a good deal, but where oh where will i keep my anvil?

i have been doing lots of work in my studio, see how dirty my hands are! yes... i eat with these....

diet craze

The E.Armanious Crash Diet

Step One: eat whatever you like, whenever you like

Step Two: don't sleep

Result: lose weight and have bloodshot eyes

you too can be just like me. it would be nice to have company in the middle of the night when all the sensible people are fast asleep...


















Picture: Edward Gorey

Work for the China Project

Delivery Device: Mount Olympus

Satin ribbon, sterling silver, 18c dental gold

I had a lot of trouble naming this piece. There were so many words involved.

Delivery Device: Mount Olympus is a device for a cataclysmic delivery of a stream or collection of thoughts, emotions and ideas about a particular situation.

In the interest of decorum, not naming names, let’s call it Mount Olympus (there were a few of the gods involved after all).

Should an unlucky person be pricked with the pin, they would receive in a nanosecond - a heart beat - the blink of an eye, Mount Olympus.

Once the skin of The Unfortunate has been pierced, the knowledge of my Mount Olympus spreads like a virus through the body, the consequences and manifestations of which are currently unknown.

But….

Woe is the man who knew too much!

(photo by Barry Langrishe)

T minus 4 days

I HATE WRITING PROPOSALS

China Project

i have been taking alot of pictures of myself recently.... hmm... i really should be writing my proposal....

long lost cousin

current work: a piece made out of old junk jewellery belonging to my cousin lyn. i'll post some pictures of her wearing it as soon as i drag her into the studio.

i hate writing proposals. I HATE IT

a very armanious easter

me, my two cousins sarah and kathrine, and my brother luke. clearly, none of us can sit still...

the princess and the pea

these scratches are what happens when you were a 300 g necklace 24 hours a day for months on end. actually, come to think of it, it could probably be a lot worse...

and this is my dad. i thought i'd just throw him in for good measure...

and now ladies and gentlemen...

current work

if you go into the woods today...

lately, my eyes have been sore, so i've stopped wearing my contact lenses. usually, i always wear them, without them, i can't see a thing. i've worn contacts for maybe eight years now. but today, with my sore eyes, i can't. i've been wandering around my house without my glasses either, just to see what the real world is like. i mean, i know what the real world is like, because with my contacts or my glasses i can see it. but this other world, this other, just-as-real world, where everything is far away and blurry, and all the colours seem to have no boundaries is where i am now. it makes me feel disconnected, like i'm alone in a world of shapes that i don't understand. i'm typing, but i can't see the words on the screen. i don't like to be without my contacts because i feel so vulnerable, as though any one of these blurry, bleeding shapes could just out and attack me. sometimes i just sit here in my disconnectedness. being alone. waiting for the assault. i'd like to think that the world with my glasses is the real world, but there's real and there's real. the truth is, i've been running from it for a long time, the real world, or at least my Real World, is one where all the colours bleed into each other, and things can jump out and catch you unawares. the truth is, with or without these little panes of glass, i'll never see it coming, whatever it is.