Sabotage and Storms

I will have to check the radio. The storm warning was still about last time I looked and the wind speeds were worse. It has been cold all day. Not the kind of cold that warns of sneet. (snow and sleet) but a big dip from yesterday.

A community support worker took me over to the hospital this morning and the staff took off the Holter Monitor. It was just a matter of ripping some medical tape off my chest and abdomen. The staff at the hospital were great as they have been the last few times I have been in. Yesterday afternoon I drifted into a period of exhaustion and had some very strong pain in my chest. I was glad to have the monitor there so it may be that they can work out what is actually happening.

There was finally enough money in the bank to get the last of the drawings back from being framed. I am disappointed. You can see in the image at the right that the lower frame is around a smaller image and yet has a lot more matt-board and a lot less black line. (I have not included the images here in the rebuilt journal) It also has a larger overall size. That was what I discussed with the framer. Even that one has less surrounding white than I asked for. That cost under $50 to frame according to the quote they gave me on ten units. When this change and the problems with the sizes was mentioned to locals they informed that the father of Carly (the girl who ran the art shop at Toukley) was a family friend of Wendy Mcleod and this was sabotage. Later when we looked at some documents Wendy had given to the Tenancy Tribunal accusing me of being a dangerous person there was (and still is) mention of a serious disagreement with Carly where I threatened here. I can only guess that the sabotage of my works was meant to send me into a rage and everyone was caught wrong footed when I politely took the images, paid the over-sized fee and left. I was too sick to give a shit that day! Here-say right? I wonder!

Both frames are supposed to have had the same treatment and to have cost the same. They are both in the same ten unit batch. The top one (the latest) is far smaller and has a tiny border of white. The black highlight around the inside of the matt is wide and darker and we discussed that several times. To some people a frame is like a line that defines the border of an image. In the case of these works I had decided to have wide white borders within the silver frames to weave a feeling of air and affluence into the finished piece. I was building an exhibit that would tumble across a wall space with repetitious ambience. This last frame and the two before it do not even look like the same set. They are nothing like what I have planned to put on a wall and not enough like the works I had framed first to be exhibited on the same wall. The matt-board and the black line cling to the frame like the product of a discount store. They are far from being a discount though. At some point when I was tired from all the problems and court cases the price of these smaller works went up to $70 each.

At that price those frames are far too expensive, especially in the numbers I was planning to use. I should have forced them to give me a proper price and forced them to re-frame the last three but every time I get in a debate with a store keeper around here they chuck me out and I am tired. Too tired to pick another fight right now!

I saved, ate jam sandwiches, and gave up heating, and socialising, for several years to save some money to do these.

Before I close this down I should say that the problems I have had with the framers are between them and myself. If you were to ask if I would recommend them I would say yes for single frames and small runs. They have a great store and their local knowledge is excellent on a whole range of equipment and events. I personally will not be going to back to them for these drawings because I have so many and they do not seem to be able to carry the quality over more than a few. Or maybe that was then, before I knew they would stoop to sabotaging the work of a handicapped man who had saved for years to get them framed!

It might be that I am being unfair about the outcomes of the framing and the time it took to get through them made it difficult to keep up. That would mean that somewhere in there was a spot where she should have told me we were drifting apart. It may be that if I were well I would have seen the same thing and covered it myself. That is the problem with being ill. It means I have to rely on others and nobody in their right mind does.

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