I had the sudden urge to draw really big drawings of picture hooks. On old packing cases. Some might say this is the result of spending too much time in windowless galleries “handling” art. I say you could be very close to the truth. With most of my work, I’m a stickler for cripplingly expensive … More The Middle-Class Hero and the Diaspora
Brrr. It was a chilly hike through the low-growing and twisted snow gums on the east slopes of Mt Buller. The skiing season had yet to get properly underway so we had the place to ourselves. A wonderful new range of colours and sensory experiences to be had from the environment here. This is a … More Snow on Mt Buller
Still life. Nature Morte. My dad used to paint still lives because they were good for you. Like barley malt or Lane’s Emulsion, a ghastly fish-tasting concoction from New Zealand that was forced down my throat as a child. Ah, happy days. So, stuck in the house still suffering from the lung ailments the emulsion failed to cure and … More Apple Blossom
In celebration of the first warm day and the intimations of spring, here’s a painting from a couple of years ago. Near the top of the Pinnacles lookout in the Grampians, but looking the other way towards the west. The place was full of early wild flowers, none of which I know the names of. I … More Spring is just around the corner…
This time the wattle is just coming into bloom on Chatauqua Peak near Hall’s Gap in the Grampians. I don’t get so much time to bushwalk at the moment what with jobs and family. When we do manage to get away we usually don’t get to Hall’s Gap until late afternoon, when only enough daylight remains for … More More Wattle
Uh oh, more 80’s stuff. This one was kicked of by a Vladimir Nabokov short story about fear and how we deal with it. From memory the narrator doesn’t deal with it too well. The piece is once again a slightly surreal mixture of still-life elements in an imagined environment. Imagery here includes chattering clockwork teeth … More From the Vaults IV