White-tailed spiders are vagrant hunters. This guy is skilled at walking up glass! They have tufts of specialised scopulate hairs on the end of their legs to help them. These spiders feed on other spiders, it just wanders from web to web munching down residents and their families. If a white-tailed spider were to bite you, as with the red-back spider, it would depend on that particular spiders venom. Each spider crafts their venom over the course of it’s life and each one is different. Go and look up the symptoms related to Red-back spider bites and the list includes most uncomfortable results. I was bitten by a Red-back spider once, on the hand. I’m thinking about letting this spider bite me, but first I want to become his friend and ask him to conjur up a special concoction for me.

I travelled up to Port Hedland last weekend and spent Friday afternoon teaching highschool kids how to make stencils. They then, much to their teacher’s dismay and to their delight, preceeded to spraypaint the interior of their art-room.
The next day I attended the PortBound festival. There was a dunking machine and heaps of other interactive goodies for the locals. Very impressive for a small town.
I was one of the sideshows, painting for the most part of 5 hours I produced the artwork below. It’s about trying to be rid of your demons while they constantly try and entice you back to the darkside.

I have so many directions to take and I wish I could buy a Posca magnet instead of the pens themselves.

I had a great time bring the story of ‘Ubu’ to life on the walls surrounding the courtyard of the Woodside Building in Perth.

I just recently painted the old Berlin with Creepy, Jodee Knowles and Sam (noname) Desouza. Fun.

I’m piecing together work that has previously only existed as ideas or a few lines in my sketchbook. Here’s a progression of an earlier piece that was entitled ‘self control’.

Creepy and I spent the day painting 30 Drums for the St Jerome’s Laneways Festival this Friday. Preview below.

I bought this toy off the internet a couple of years ago and occassionally it comes out and provides mild entertainment for a few minutes, among adults that is. Kids however, seem to have a different reaction.

Last year my niece, she was 3 years old at the time, discovered Nunzilla and began to scream and wail and point, until we took Nunzilla away. I’m pretty sure she still has nightmares about this tiny, plastic demon.

My daughter, who is only 1, just recently found Nunzilla and was curious. So I wound it up and set it on the table, sparks fly out of it’s mouth and it makes this horrible whirrring sound. Immediately she latched onto me and began to scream. For the next few days, she kept looking for Nunzilla and latching onto me as soon as she saw her. She became obsessed, she was so curious and entirely terrified of this small shiney, spark-wielding nun.

Something had to be done. So I did what any catholic would do to a ferocious demon, I burnt it.  Oh and surprisingly, fire wasn’t enough, she still walks and spits sparks, but in this strange munted fashion. She now lives somewhere in our back garden.

Our carpark project has been put on hold over the Christmas break to give us a chance to take a breath and re-assess the work completed so far. Here are some of the pieces that I have created in that enormous cavern.

Everyone is happy sharing their identity with Facebook.. Sharing videos of themselves.. what if all instant messaging services blogged what the user said?

What if you could determine patterns in the conversations and link similar minded people together in a way never before possible?

The humble literary conversation.

Published for the world to understand and the good and beautiful leaders to interpret.

Imagine a person who sincerely believes one way, but is conflicted, repressed.. that person doesn’t speak out. They go along with others in conversations and also in their actions.

Everyone is a product of everyone else. Peer pressure is a tiny shrivel in comparison. Each time you see another being act, you assimilate that information into your own identity, the same identity that you pass on to your children.

I’m talking about big brother, but in a positive way.

Your alarm goes off at 7:30am because it knows what is best for you, because IT knows everything. IT knows what you ate yesterday, how much sleep you got last night and what came out of your body.

IT will INFORM you of what is best to eat, what places best suit your personality and what time to enact your zany ideas. IT understands you and everyone else. IT knows what speed your car needs to be going to create a smooth, flowing traffic system with no accidents, unless of course IT determines they need to occur.

IT is all of us, independently of eachother.

I have found a way to begin balding prematurely, watch the video below and chew your fists:

I’ve never liked bureaucracy and trying to get through to local councils is like picking fleas out of your cats face. Daytime is the loophole and innocence is the bait.