Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Collabrative Work @ ACU
Finished working with the students at ACU in there art's education department, see the link below for more details:
Monday, October 29, 2012
the simple man
a simple man...
“it has got to be natural” of course how else one might be, by all means this simple
does not need to be pejorative for it is elemental. as the analytical or
intellectual can at times miss this, the happening of instinct, an approach of
development to the arrival of conclusions. Because how often does the ornamentation
relate to the origin nor is its exactness valid, so let us explore the emotive, intuitive,
or spontaneous which does not call for a priori justification.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
METI
Finishing up an 8 week studio engagement in East Brunswick, Melbourne Australia, the majority of the work is a large woven installation of cardboard involving projectors and mirrors whilst there are several smaller woven and embroidered wall works as well. Opens 13th Oct 2012
click the link below for all the information:
www.metiart.blogspot.com
Monday, August 13, 2012
Factory 40 - Group Show 2012
Joined several other artists at Factory 49 for their annual group show of non-objective art, the work "Prelude to an Indefinite Multiplicity of Detail" is a small example of what will placed in the space come 2013 for the solo show.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
SYDNEY....
A LOT TO SAY ABOUT SUCH A TOWN HOWEVER I WILL LET YOUR EYES BE THE VOICE AND READ THE FOLLOWING FROM CURRENT EXPERIENCES HERE IN NSW (NEW SOUTH WHALES)
covered tracks
within this glass box i cannot see
the horror of beauty beneath me
subjected to siren to scream
for the arrival of death, the dream
from the ledge above he hits the tracks
shouting calling as the fatal attracts
that which once had the breathe that lives
now bleeds a heart that no longer gives
stuck standing wondered about
as still blank cries continue to shout
the hand that led across the way
for ten minutes later a stretchers dismay
within this glass box i cannot see
the horror of beauty beneath me
subjected to siren to scream
for the arrival of death, the dream
from the ledge above he hits the tracks
shouting calling as the fatal attracts
that which once had the breathe that lives
now bleeds a heart that no longer gives
stuck standing wondered about
as still blank cries continue to shout
the hand that led across the way
for ten minutes later a stretchers dismay
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snowflaked distinction
hold i will your lacking of dare
the courage you encounter set a flare
it is distant, it is loving, it is a craving of felted saving
a rusted corrugation of snowflaked distinction
these numbered names of instinction
who armed the evening in gratitude
in a dimly future of unknown altitude
often is the inconceivable
a kept self
an orchard worked in wrongful song to soar
tables in weighted storm
hold i will your lacking of dare
the courage you encounter set a flare
it is distant, it is loving, it is a craving of felted saving
a rusted corrugation of snowflaked distinction
these numbered names of instinction
who armed the evening in gratitude
in a dimly future of unknown altitude
often is the inconceivable
a kept self
an orchard worked in wrongful song to soar
tables in weighted storm
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have a light?
he tells a good story
amidst his inadequate glory
a bar of bouncing
to sound his pouncing
in the spotlight of shaded show
of the little he does know
bending the escalation
which is best suited for triumphant deviation
of minded business spread through time
he quotes the quotable rhyme
the proud procession
of his most recent lesson
for each line he does deliver
nothing short of his drunken liver
as he licks his peach of vermouth
he lays a lie of wretched truth
in subtle silence of middle roared block
increases his desire to share his cock
and the audience seeks to leave
am i the next victim of an ego's grieve
woe this table of lonesome fello
do not bother to say hello
as your nervous shaking feet
oh no please i insist remain in your seat
he tells a good story
amidst his inadequate glory
a bar of bouncing
to sound his pouncing
in the spotlight of shaded show
of the little he does know
bending the escalation
which is best suited for triumphant deviation
of minded business spread through time
he quotes the quotable rhyme
the proud procession
of his most recent lesson
for each line he does deliver
nothing short of his drunken liver
as he licks his peach of vermouth
he lays a lie of wretched truth
in subtle silence of middle roared block
increases his desire to share his cock
and the audience seeks to leave
am i the next victim of an ego's grieve
woe this table of lonesome fello
do not bother to say hello
as your nervous shaking feet
oh no please i insist remain in your seat
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RFK '12
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