Sydney Laneways 2009, Australia—No. 26

Druitt Place, wow I finally reached the second column.

Kristin is right. When we visited the Brett Whiteley gallery, I felt peaceful looking at his tiny painting of Charlotte Lane. It's so impressionist. Anyway, she said she knows what I will do with all my laneways—paint. I can't wait to get to Russia and draw and be truly creative.

Hurrah, I'm up to no. 26, not long til 48 and my laneway party.

Sydney Laneways 2009, Australia—No. 25

Cute! It looks like dingbot one of my favourite childhood toys.


Mullins Street
I always see this laneway when I'm waiting for the bus to Balmain

Sydney Laneways 2009, Australia—No. 24

Market Row
In the last picture, the graffiti in orange reads 'I hate orange'. I like that. It reminds me of the time Tania gave me an orange crayon for my birthday. I must have been maybe 14 or 15. The bars in the window remind me of Mona Hatoum's photo of carrots. The photo features a bunch of carrots and within the bunch are two carrots that have grown entwined, very sweet. Another photo of hers I like features a little ornamental bird on a window sill and beyond it, outside on the other side of the glass, is a real bird a seagull in the same position standing next to the ornament.

For Tania and your whacky sense of humour and for sharing dingbots with me

Sydney Laneways 2009, Australia—No. 23

Council Place

Sometimes I get a little scared lurking around in deserted alleys, but I love exploring the city again and seeing it from a different perspective.

Sydney Laneways 2009, Australia—No. 22

Temperance Lane

Sydney Laneways 2009, Australia—No. 21

Lees Court
I had to resist photographing this one when I visited number 9.

Sydney Laneways 2009, Australia—No. 20

Who would have thought that there would be a little brick with 'free the refuge' [e] on it. Little messages lying around our streets.

Skittle Lane
AKA shithole lane, such a pleasing name, but it smelt so rancid. It was so bad that I felt distressed, perhaps it wasn't just poo perhaps it really was a rotting body. My imagination ran away with itself and I had to get out of there quickly. I've never smelt something that bad, I mean take rotten flower water and times it by a thousand. I've been in terrible toilets in South America, Thailand, all over the place and not smelt worse. It must have been rotting flesh of some description.