Robots
Did you ever watch ‘Felix the Cat’ on TV as a kid? The inanimate objects all seem to be writhing with personalities of their own. The show was wild with dreamy LSD spinoff.
Anyhow, I’ve always felt that inanimate objects have a life, and the easiest way for us as humans to both communicate to and understand these little (and sometimes MASSIVE) guys, is through character and our personalities.
I’m seeing things I hadn’t before.. Meet my new friends, across the front we have Light, Wind and Heat, and behind them is Plotter. Oh and the guy underneath is Standy.
Pretty Pool
My Port Hedland adventures continue with the painting of a toilet block at the main swimming spot, Pretty Pool. The hot weather and the wind made painting difficult. A mermaid on the left for the girls, merman on the right for the guys and Neptune in the middle for the disabled.
Gift for the Buck
I celebrated a good mates bucks party by painting him a portrait. His expression is meant to portray the nostalgia he may have when thinking back to youthful, irresponsible binge-drinking times. Happy travels Chris!
Taking My Demon Out
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.
Walkington Theatre, Karratha
I was asked to paint the ageing ticketing booth for the Walkington Theatre in Karratha. It’s really such a nice space, they have a huge outdoor screen/ampitheatre which lends itself to lazy nights under the Pilbara sky.
Pictures
Cordoned on at sea level we see the pictures disentegrate, falling off the edge into kaleidescope powder puddles. That’s when we see the subtle arrangement of the cosmos projected vividly onto domes of washed correction fluid. It oodles up and down my spine with an intricate knowledge of my body. As I break away from all this wrought emotion and try intently to be completely content, riddles from the future are pushed backwards in time and taped all over me. I can now read my body and along each muscle is a punchline or an exaggerated sonnet of the perverse. As I walk, the light is punching at my suggestions and people for miles around me are staring and poking and prodding and mocking and laughing.
Some recent drawings
I have so many directions to take and I wish I could buy a Posca magnet instead of the pens themselves.
Live @ Woodside
I had a great time bring the story of ‘Ubu’ to life on the walls surrounding the courtyard of the Woodside Building in Perth.
Hedland revisited
I just got back from the always enticing Port Hedland, next time I’m up there I’ll bring back a bucket of Ye Ol’ ‘Hedland Red’ the Iron Ore Mining Port’s ~’official paint’~ colour. The sky feels much closer up there and makes us measly humans feel a tad smaller. I painted a few banners for the Youth Council to have their way with, hence the blank spaces in the speech bubble and inside the ship.
I also had the opportunity to revisit the project that first took me to this wondrous place, the South Hedland Skate Park. Its looking a little worked now.
Berlin Wall
I just recently painted the old Berlin with Creepy, Jodee Knowles and Sam (noname) Desouza. Fun.
Imparting Self Control
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’.
St Jerome’s Laneway Festival – Drums
Creepy and I spent the day painting 30 Drums for the St Jerome’s Laneways Festival this Friday. Preview below.
Damn Nunzilla
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.
Condor Tower Car Park vs Hurben
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.
Assimilate / Close the loop
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.
Imagining the 10th Dimension
I have found a way to begin balding prematurely, watch the video below and chew your fists:
Tennis Lunk
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.
Moonside Fire Nightmare
Bad bat shit on the river. Alive in the canoe he breaks wind forgiving those that washed him when he was an infant. We smelt the fire from miles away and it gave us a break from the ghastly chopping of bovine necks. She really stood for us and lent for us and cooked for us. It was over when the raven sung and shot the carnival bloke.
Flappy fire live a little, you think he got it good? I never would have recognised the banshee if it wasn’t for the reflection of the stained glass system carerring amongst the fibreboard. We smoked. Have you been planted in the ground? Roots and all? Pints of blood and little marsupiulas flatten for the umpteenth time, all for the great deity. Push your face underground and forget about breathing. Its a lie.
The gods
I’ve been thinking about the state of the Earth frequently and wish to relinquish all of mankinds responsibility back to the gods. Although I believe a new kind of god is needed.
Introducing The god of Turmoil
and his assistant, Baraba:
Princess & The Pea
I have just completed a painting for Florist/Gift Shop, ‘Princess & The Pea’ on the corner of Lake and Bulwer Streets, Highgate.
Jarad the Tin Opener
I felt our party was short of a type of guest. There was a subculture lacking that I couldn’t quite discern. I needed someone with less human characteristics than I am usually used to. Someone with tin-opening abilities. Someone.
Hetmet
He strikes me as a human with illness embedded in a protective armour. Like the rest of us, Hetmet (A4) and surprised alas! because of ignorance.
Ariel Dolores Akizuki Buckles
You smell like a wet towel
fragrant and swell
like a potato mashed into the tiles
like the sound of a steady drum
like a wind that spits indefinately, like a little song
sung by the stones, like a sudden love,
a warmth condensing
a sugar cube melting
a piglet squeaking in delight.
Like a dizzy giraffe on its back,
like a gift from another dimension,
like a great fat hole in the ground,
a pickle, a tiny shell,
with a boulder floating in the sky,
like the bubbles rising from the sea,
like Aunty’s scones and cream,
like a mist in the trees,obscuring your vision.
Like laughter erupting, like a purchase
you can never return to the store,
like the uniform we wear to the decadent glow,
and a slippery dream of childish beatings,
the tumbling horns they gave to the natives
forgetting the discourse which led them to fight,
a familiar smell, like somewhere a garden would grow.
Is inside my nose, where I can smell her the most.
like the scent left on my clothes
from a secret baby, full of milk
Baking Tray Life
So what happens when you attempt, with all your might, to give a baking tray a taste of the childhood memories that you once had? When you try to extrapolate emotion and spirit from a resolute piece of metal. It wasn’t made to live. It was made to bake.. although, no longer.
Jingus
Jingus is a pipe dream
Jingus is a silky seam
Plingus got the roast began
Plingus delt the crit again
Smeltus left the books alone
Smeltus gave the chooks a bone
Veln danced for the evening frond
Veln frisked at the sometimes sun
Lognon gave his whip a shine
Lognon traversed the belt of time
Huptup soaked the bleach in rind
Huptup weaved a blue-rimmed shrine
Loplon gave me cloud for tea
Loplon ate the rubarb free
blinktus scrambled ectojelly
blinktus ran and tripped up nelly
Nelly bleeped the censored telly
Nelly pilled the coptered helly
Yunt shimmeyed the chimney dirty
Yunt simmered the kitchen curtly
Clingkin dreamed a moon so full
Clingkin slept upon his stool
Eleven ate the world it’s drippings
Eleven sieved at universal slipping
Freidun loved at the flower blooming
Freidun cowered at the violence looming
Cuplen grabbed at syphoned mist
Cuplen had all the girls his list
Frilip liked a little wander
Frilip ducked the urge to squander
Culin lances dandelion prancers
Culin terrified, lymphatic cancers
Altus silent, head bowed and bared
Altus crapulent among stallion’s mares
Icktup laps his colour from blood
Icktup juts chin punctuated stub
Shanti gilded a memory desire
Shanti embroidered an internal fire
Blincha curtsies to amphibious dreams
Blincha echoes the desire of queens
Kingly crumbled sand, an hourglass
Kingly wept his bride since past
Inklet probed a temporal sextant
Inklet wondered of reptiles extant
Haplit nurtured a solemn sound
Haplit frittered away the pounds
Frunkly travelled a world on left
Frunkly left the world bereft
Jinkun stuffed the hole yon full
Jinkun waded afraid of pool
Frum swayed arborous and gentle
Frum aloft, but lonely sentinel
Kin dissolved heartstrings of woe
Kin embraced both rich man n’ po’
Runsip nursed a wound suffered fool
Runsip chews fables of travellers cool
Versh echoed sentiment, forgotten beasts
Versh drank plentiful on plundered feast
Lonus craftily chiselled his haste
Lonus shyed from new dangers faced.
Flintung held the bird to ransom
Flintung’s reflection appeared quite handsome
Love Is My Velocity Cookbook
I have just completed my piece for the Love Is My Velocity Cookbook which I think is a wonderful idea! Marrying local artists with local bands, all for the love of food is a great idea and I congratulate the LIMV team.
