ANZAC day heroes.

One of my pet hates is that football players (ad on tv atm) are considered 'warriors' and at around ANZAC day the players play with the ANZAC spirit. Fuck me. These pampered bastards have multi million dollar gyms and when they finish the 'game' they are massaged, get to wallow in the spa, straight in to the bar for drinkies before they go out to pick up some adoring 16 year old to have sex with.

These ’heroes’ cry if the ground is too wet. They come to the country to play a game and complain that the ground is too rough and not up to 'standard'. If they want to embrace the ANZAC spirit, give them a gun and take them to Afghanistan for a month. Then, and only then they might understand what my grandfather went throught at Gallipoli and in France during WW1.

The AFL has nothing to do with sport. Nada. The AFL is a business and in the business to make money. If the AFL was a sport, it would provide a level playing field for ALL clubs to compete under. If you look at the football draw of games, the top money earning clubs are contrived to be in the finals. This is not sport. It is a cynical grab for money from the increasing 'bogan' nation.

TARDIS Mind

I do have a TARDIS mind,
And it is larger on the inside than you would believe.
But the door is locked and I am alone, trapped within.
The lights are out and no power to find.
Evil lurks within the darkness it enjoys,
It is a scary beast in here with me.
With no way out and nowhere to hide.
If I only had a key, to escape my TARDIS mind.

NWS 2011

Child of the Universe

I was born 13.5 billion years ago in the fiery maelstrom nanoseconds after the violent explosion of the Big Bang when hydrogen and helium were dispersed throughout the infant universe. Forming the galaxy's, the stars and our very own sun those very molecules from the beginning of time still exist within my own flesh and blood. Those very molecules existed long before I was born and will exist long after I die. Who knows which poets or painters, lovers or losers I have or will share this raw matter with.

If anything, I am a Child of the Universe. Nothing more, nothing less.

NWS 2010

My Art.

My Art.

I cannot claim any academic merit; for I will leave that to the Academics to determine and resolve.

I cannot claim any philosophical insight; for I will leave that to the Philosophers to ponder and muse.

I cannot claim any deep psychological meanings; for I will leave that to the Psychologists to analyse and evaluate.

I cannot even claim that I am an artist; for that, I will let society to decide.

However, I can claim ownership for what I am. I am me. I make my art looking for answers to questions that have never been, should never be and possibly, will never be asked again.

Sometimes I have all the answers - while being clueless to the validity of any question asked. Alas, the answers are the easy part. It is the questions that are unbearably intolerable to endure.

NWS 2010

......and so it begins.

....and so it begins. What begins? you may ask. Well, this blog for one. I have always thought about starting a blog, to be inspired enough to write. However, the notion that I might write something that is actually worth reading is somewhat daunting. I cannot claim that I am a scholar of any merit but perhaps I can just a little insight into my thoughts, hopes and dreams.

"Why start a blog now?" "Why not?" I reply somewhat concerned at the abruptness of your question. I could answer "mind your own business", however there would be little point in writing if I go down that line.

For a start, I know have some time on my hands. I had my Master of Visual Arts assessment this week - all finished, all done. Also, my hours at work have dropped down from .8 to .5 so I am going to have half a week to fill in. I could be out making art - working on my drawing, painting or general doll playing (for anyone that has stumbled upon this blog and thinks that playing with dolls is weird - you are probably right...but that's me and my art). However, I am also going to write in here to keep my thought processes ticking over....if you know me....you would understand why.

I have applied to start another Masters next year....this time a Masters by Research. I know it may seem 'odd' to finish one Masters and the start another....however, with the MFA (research), my intent is to convert it to a PHD. yes, I know, a PHD is a big task ahead... why do it? I can talk seriously about the intellectual discourse, the challenge of academic research and the advancement of scholarship within a visual arts context..but really, it all boils down to that I have a Doctor Who fetish...and I just want to be called 'Doctor'.

As for the art practice, I will be drawing and painting over the break (and playing with dolls). I will also be working on ideas if I get accepted into the MFA. Today, I have sent in an application to have a solo show in Melbourne. I won't say where as yet because I don't want to put the mozz on it. Fingers crossed.

While I am 'blogging' I will be putting up some of my images. Please feel free to comment, criticise, yell, scream, cry...whateva. Your input is greatly appreciated.



Missing the Bleeding Obvious. 2009.