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.
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I captured a White-tailed spider
April 15th, 2010
Happy Valentines Day
February 15th, 2010
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If U Were Here U’d Be Hurben By Now
February 15th, 2010
The Bishop of Green Icarus
December 10th, 2009
Pretty Pool
November 1st, 2009
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.
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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.
Taking My Demon Out
September 18th, 2009
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.
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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
July 11th, 2009
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.
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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.
Some recent drawings
May 13th, 2009
I have so many directions to take and I wish I could buy a Posca magnet instead of the pens themselves.
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I have so many directions to take and I wish I could buy a Posca magnet instead of the pens themselves.
Live @ Woodside
May 13th, 2009
I had a great time bring the story of ‘Ubu’ to life on the walls surrounding the courtyard of the Woodside Building in Perth.
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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
April 11th, 2009
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.
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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
March 31st, 2009
I just recently painted the old Berlin with Creepy, Jodee Knowles and Sam (noname) Desouza. Fun.
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I just recently painted the old Berlin with Creepy, Jodee Knowles and Sam (noname) Desouza. Fun.
Imparting Self Control
March 9th, 2009
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’.
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’.
Sore Baby
March 6th, 2009
St Jerome’s Laneway Festival – Drums
February 4th, 2009
Creepy and I spent the day painting 30 Drums for the St Jerome’s Laneways Festival this Friday. Preview below.
Creepy and I spent the day painting 30 Drums for the St Jerome’s Laneways Festival this Friday. Preview below.
Damn Nunzilla
December 16th, 2008
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.
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
December 9th, 2008
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.
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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
December 4th, 2008
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.
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
December 3rd, 2008
I have found a way to begin balding prematurely, watch the video below and chew your fists:
I have found a way to begin balding prematurely, watch the video below and chew your fists:
Tennis Lunk
December 2nd, 2008
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.
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.
The gods
November 28th, 2008
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:
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
November 10th, 2008
I have just completed a painting for Florist/Gift Shop, ‘Princess & The Pea’ on the corner of Lake and Bulwer Streets, Highgate.
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
September 30th, 2008
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.
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
September 25th, 2008
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.
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.
Baking Tray Life
November 17th, 2007
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.
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.
Love Is My Velocity Cookbook
April 23rd, 2007
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.
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.
Boulderhead
January 12th, 2007
I spy, with my little eye.. Something beginning with “Yoohoo!! I can seee you.. What are you doing down there? I want to jump onto your head and eat it, but I’m a little shy.. Yoohoo!”
I spy, with my little eye.. Something beginning with “Yoohoo!! I can seee you.. What are you doing down there? I want to jump onto your head and eat it, but I’m a little shy.. Yoohoo!”
Moon Cafe – Gravity vs Love
March 14th, 2006
A favourite venue of mine for all things eating, drinking and blabbing, the Moon Cafe let me deface their outside sitting area. The piece, entitled ‘Gravity vs Love’ is for the romantic who is completely thwarted by forces immensely more powerful than we can control. Here’s to you, 1 in 3 West Australians!
A favourite venue of mine for all things eating, drinking and blabbing, the Moon Cafe let me deface their outside sitting area. The piece, entitled ‘Gravity vs Love’ is for the romantic who is completely thwarted by forces immensely more powerful than we can control. Here’s to you, 1 in 3 West Australians!
Alien of Love
February 16th, 2006
Our local parks never have enough alien visitors. (Notice the paw prints on his feet, thanks little girl)
Our local parks never have enough alien visitors. (Notice the paw prints on his feet, thanks little girl)
Perth is the new Melbourne
February 7th, 2006
C’mon, someone had to say it! Or not..
C’mon, someone had to say it! Or not..