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.