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About Me

“Hahaha! You’re surprised no-body needs a renascence-man these days? Is this the fukin’ renascence? Noh- we’re all just components…but you sir, are a Philosopher- a scholar n'a gentle-man...what are you do’n here?..besides making me a gin n’tonic??” -random punter

As for little'ol me...in 2d...Contemporary-savage...po-mo concept-farmer... Art-teacher/tutor, compulsive-writer, Comic-blogger and now over-joyed Gallery Attendant at the National Gallery of Victoria.. I never claimed the title of 'artist', I just always was. And in the way only Australians can truly master; when family friends would drop-by in my childhood and peek into my room, or see the fridge or catch me in the act- pencil clenched in my little fist, they'd sarcastically ask, "So, who's the ARTIST then?" looking over my shoulder at first I figured that word meant me, and my need to continuously draw things. It's a hard title to claim, if you feel you have to...if such a thing is earned, inherent or just climbs up onto your shoulder blades one day is anyone's guess...but that's-whats I am....and I write (besides other things including street-art) comics mostly..which i will soon upload all of! but in meantime, the main comic work of my life is HERE on my Blog (I published a year of my life in daily/diary/comic/collage/blog-format, called "Everyday-Kriya" which ran from April 2006-April 2007 and was a hell of a thing-still up if you're at all interested just dig through the archives...) or visit my painting/main gallery on Deviant-Art!! (love those guys...) ...other Networks and profiles of mine are: FaceBook!? and Talent DataBase.. -because my old homepage is down at the moment...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

At the risk of sounding jaded, not sure about people huh? a few decades now of observation and inter-action leads me to believe that we are very strange creatures indeed, as Bill Hicks observed- "We're not unique ok? we're just a virus with shoes..." n'yeah- it's difficult to describe who I'd like to meet huh?..maybe I have too much to say here, or too little...I try to maintain the humane, if you feel me?

My Blog

more paintings for my peeps xpx

New and old stuff up on deviant now....Check me out!!
Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2009 03:46:00 GMT

little poem in a dark time...

Charred&these paws hold no heal,scars fill palm-lines solid,not the result she invented,lost in dark streets and her mind&both twisted dead ends and unmapped and unkindly-on her and me.&and like a con...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 04:54:00 GMT

Always more painting...

New stuff up on deviant, uploading more daily!! check me out...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 04:53:00 GMT

43o [four-tee-three-degrees]

43o...and she stands on the hotwetblacktar as its slowly puddled rust coloured from her blown radiator. The liquid oozes like blood onto her 2pm frustrations, 3 lanes either side, calls made- others ...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 18:38:00 GMT

stink purrttty...

'You smell like hallways&'I buried my face in her soft belly as if to give her a kiddy-raspberry, briefly digging for her biological history, finding nothing. 'I dont smell anything, but thats not y...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 16:53:00 GMT

a random...poem? and my day...just another x on the grid folks...

Looking back. Kisses his palm and shows it to her across the morning traffic- I want to lick his spinal cord. He looks, peeks over his shoulder as he walks away from her,framed lonely in the pubs do...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 23:35:00 GMT

if that was my girl poem...

if that girl was my girl,man- Id sharpen her knives within an inch of our lives n powder her puff daily&leaving her empty, without a photo to tear or sensibility left to scare-but the colours that w...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:12:00 GMT

New bit...have words to add too...been having some random writings recently...

(installation off Lonsdale st.Melbourne, near crn of Elizabeth st.)Goto my devian-art gallery for more pics of it...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 00:51:00 GMT

"Wait'n for PT to Ghetto's" [small poem]

I sit atop the fatt, flat polished steel butt of the escalator, I love the hum behind me, The sense of movement& The engineered angle and slickness of it gradually aid gravity to pull you to your ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 16:53:00 GMT

One of my constructions/re-cycles..in process (Identity-Collage or 'wasted-life')

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Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 19:43:00 GMT