The day everything went wrong

Yesterday my commute got completely messed up – I only caught two busses that I normally catch and even then they were all wrong. First I got on a bus at a time that I don’t normally catch due to how busy it normally is, and it was dead quiet, and absolutely cruised through the route, I then got onto what I could have sworn was an NX2 but turned into an NX1, and dropped me at the complete wrong part of town, i then had to catch a bus i used to catch every day to get to uni, and it flooded me with the nostalgia of a forgotten routine. That was really good for me, to remember my hidden memories in the city. and eventually i got to uni. That was the morning.

In the evening, after navigating the bucketing down rain Frommy and I made it to Kate Van der Drift’s opening at Sanderson Gallery in Newmarket, which obviously threw a spanner in my routine. I managed to get the 866 which goes from Newmarket, along K road, and down Ponsonby, then joins the motorway and resumes the same route as the NX busses, and dropped me at the stop where i could once again catch the 814, that i fondly refer to as the “home” bus. its the final leg of my journey and runs me through a familiar territory. Even on that last bus of the day, the bus where i could finally relax, the driver asked me to stand at the front and tell him where to go, and thus my day of everything completely going wrong concluded.

This day of wrongs really showed me just how sacred my routine is. I thrive and eventually crave my bus rides as they’re such an important brain time and an almost spiritual time for me, which amuses me greatly because I’m surrounded by business people in suits who suffer through the time doing emails on her phone.

However, through this shattering of routine i ended up with some amazing photos on my phone that i ended up manipulating to create a very painterly digital drawing composed entirely of ‘deep fried’ images.

this work was based off of the condensation fo the windows, the neon lights that spill out of busses at night time, and the shapes and water drops that fall on the glass. I am really happy with both the composition and colour but also the painterly quality that this entirely digitally constructed image has.

I love deep frying images, a concept started in the over editing of instagram photos, and wholeheartedly embraced by meme culture.

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