A month long live performance!

Basically, I sat in bed in the gallery for a month and typed shit on my laptop nonstop and it got dataprojected above my head. I did not talk. I only talked via typing.

I typed whatever I wanted. The audience were requested not to talk to me, via a poster. I told fortunes and guessed people’s clothing brands. All via typing and making snap judgments.

It was hard to look audience members in the eye.

Mars Bars were left on a seat for people. Unbeknownst to them, they were purchased by me from the Reject Shop.

They sat in the dark and watched while I typed.

Thanks to an article in the Adelaide Advisor, I got a stalker. A man from Bowden. He tried to get into bed with me, on two different occasions. I finally broke, and told him to go away, using my real voice.

I now have about 400 pages of word document typing from this performance. It’s drivel. Alot of it is personal drivel though, as it’s much easier to be open with complete strangers.

I thought I might print it out and vaccuum seal it and turn it into a footstool.

This performance was bought to you by Doogie Howser, MD.

AEAF Catalogue Anastasia Klose

I left a blank book at the front of the gallery so people could write their responses to the performance. This turned out to be an inspired move, as many people wrote in the book. They needed a right-of-reply after being blathered at in silence by me.

Audience Feedback

-My Mom gave me this notepad for xmas. She wants me to be positive. I’m a natural born cynic. I appreciate what you’re doing. No one else has done it. It is a beautiful concept, and I wish I was sober and could stay to read every word you write. Alas I am among the night devil that calls my name. You inspire me. Thank you. Don’t stop. Mollie from New Orleans. PS I look forward to more of your work. I will google you ha ha. But seriously THANK YOU.

-I hope you were joking about Satellite of Love sucking, it’s my favourite song of all time. Harriet. 

-I hate jazz too.

-Weird Unit!

-I came here after the physio (stress), and this has been an additional release. As for being wrong, we’re in this together I think.

– Happiness is knowing you are right, don’t you think? Katherine.

-I loved what you wrote. About your Mum. Lynne. 

– Why are you using a Mac? Macs suck arse, Lol.

– Get out of bed and do something with your life.

-Hello. What a strange experience. I felt all kind of things I wanted to say 2 u. It was like being in an ad. Thanku 4 the experience. Remember to breathe.

-(2nd page of letter. I’ve lost the first)….We only have now. You are living now. Sorry if I’m ranting. But my mom taught me to live for NOW! Trisha from Canada.


Drawing Thoughts

I draw when I feel something, some sort of emotion. If I am not sure what I am feeling, and if I can’t define it, everything in the drawing turns murky, and it fails. I usually don’t draw when I feel nothing. If I do, it’s a disaster. Feelings, for me, are attached to images, memories, to a certain sensibility, and to particular colours. The stronger the feeling, the stronger the content of the drawing. I like drawing, it’s a simple, humble, and honest medium.
The drawings below are from 2010

Satan’s Church drawing

I saw the film Anti-Christ, by Lars Von Trier, and really liked the imagery of the forest, and the strange animals. I was interested in the idea of nature being evil, and beautiful landscapes being places where very bad things happen, and alot of suffering takes place. I just thought I would make a drawing about this idea, although it’s probably not apparent in the drawing.

So Sad drawing

With So Sad, I made a drawing about sadness. That claustrophobic sort of sadness where one feels oppressed by the world. When I was doing the drawing, I thought alot about that depressed sort of sadness, and how cheesy/corny it is to do a drawing about it, how lame and how teenage. And that’s why the drawing looks pathetic too, and badly drawn.

Something to Live For drawing
 A hopeful drawing with beautiful colours. It is quite joyful, and made in a joyful mood. It is a simple drawing about love and feeling optimistic. I like cats, they are a constant companion and I often draw them.


This is a 10 metre long by 1.5 metre long text drawing about a man I fell in love with. I wrote on it everyday for months, in very small writing, in dry pastel. It was all I could do, as I was caught in the grips of love, that very powerful emotion, and could think of nothing else. Apparently these feelings are the same as a cocaine high – it’s all chemical in the brain. Making this drawing was like knitting, and also like mental witchcraft. I felt like I was casting a spell, putting my desperation to work in a tangible, material way. The work is called The Red Carpet because, when you love someone, you ‘roll out the red carpet”. I liked the idea of him walking all over my drawing, walking all over my words, as if he were walking all over my feelings. I also liked the idea of making money out of my suffering.