these are questions i am asking myself
and thought i would put them to any one in blog land out there....
I am asking...
What is your inspiration?
What is at the core of your practice?
Is it the twinge on a leaf?
Is it the swathe of emotions spinning evermore?
Is it dense layers of history engraved on an city walls...
What place does nature hold for you as an artist?
Just wondering about it all in this weird digital age...
how relevant is the timeless, the hand made, the real?
Understandably a ridiculously huge/vast question....
hmmm....
i offer flowers as thanks for your thoughts or none as well...
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Lismore strikes back
lately Lismore reveals itself
in old architecture,
bridges
and brick walls...
i keep thinking about
the human obsession for
paint
on public surfaces
Monday, 16 May 2011
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
the LOST city....
went to Darwin for recent exhibition with my friends
Emma Stocker and Colin Holt....
it was called The LOST City
you can check out some stuff in the link over there ------->
After being chewed up and spat out by Darwin
earlier this year
I returned feeling this journey may be the end
and completion of that time...
I arrived to a heavy blanket
complex, dense and layered
but
balmy, alive and endless
an edgy battleground of love and hate
simultaneous homesickness for the town that has been home
and loathing at the same time to get me out of there
funny...
all things considered, it is an amazing place
the show was great, drank to much red wine
met a Philippino shaman
sat in an over-sized government air conditioner (aka the CHAN building)
talked about art
made new drawings and studies of scungy Darwin surfaces
and sunsets
as always...
i am nostalgic...and yet, do not miss it...
so there...
here's some snaps...
Emma Stocker and Colin Holt....
it was called The LOST City
you can check out some stuff in the link over there ------->
After being chewed up and spat out by Darwin
earlier this year
I returned feeling this journey may be the end
and completion of that time...
I arrived to a heavy blanket
complex, dense and layered
but
balmy, alive and endless
an edgy battleground of love and hate
simultaneous homesickness for the town that has been home
and loathing at the same time to get me out of there
funny...
all things considered, it is an amazing place
the show was great, drank to much red wine
met a Philippino shaman
sat in an over-sized government air conditioner (aka the CHAN building)
talked about art
made new drawings and studies of scungy Darwin surfaces
and sunsets
as always...
i am nostalgic...and yet, do not miss it...
so there...
here's some snaps...
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