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Michael

About Me

Thanks for visiting. I am a Queensland born Tasmanian artist, chef and part-time gardener who can be found gazing at the sky, following clouds and chasing storms. I paint in oils and approach drawing with various mediums and methods. A lot of my works are experimental and are produced to challenge the painting process, confronting realism, abstraction, expressionism, futurism, luminism, surrealism and other appealing ism's. Many of these works are available for purchase and I also take on commissioned works, so anything you have in mind, dont hesitate to ask!

Stop the Clash of Civilizations
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWyJJQbFago

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My ancestors, A God or an Alien.

My Blog

My hatstand.

I collect hats.There are on the hatstand an array of well-fitting hats to suit various occasions and that compliment my many moods.Most of my hats have come from elderly gentlemen, who have since pass...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:49:00 GMT

Dear Diary- 'Blackbirds and the elderly'

Dear Diary,I picked blackberries today. I almost have enough to beguin making jam.Not only am I competing with blackbirds for the berries, there is now an elderly gentleman who seems to come from nowh...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 20:10:00 GMT

'Dear Diary'- Perpetual journey to nowhere.

Dear Diary,   I have been inventing. Well, constructing a contraption of sorts. I've named it the 'Stonaccummoss 0001'. It is a small machine driven by a simple perpetual motor. Once I had place...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 21:54:00 GMT

’Dear Diary’- Rain, hail and shiraz.

Dear Diary,   The spring rain arrived on time. Driven by a punctual gale. I have not seen the sun for days. A little luna light in the calm of night has reassured me that I have not been.. mispla...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 22:01:00 GMT

'Dear Diary'- The Beach Boys and a spicey marinade.

Dear Diary,   Persistant overnight rains continued throughout the day. My front yard has become a marsh and the pond has spilled over. Somewhere out there, my goldfish are frollicking and enjoyi...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 22:17:00 GMT

'Dear Diary'- Snake-skin boat shoes.

Dear Diary,   My mail tools are missing. With the sun in place, I'd hung yesterdays mail before resuming the search for my instruments. They refused to be found. The mail would be dry in just ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:40:00 GMT

'Dear Diary'- In the zone.

Dear Diary,   My recliner ate me last night. First I became stuck to its tongue, then surrendered my lethargic form to its smooth, warm palate. With my heavy eyes closed, i'd felt as though I we...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 21:59:00 GMT

'Dear Diary'- Tapping into your brain..

Der Diary,   Spring approaches. Today was the warmest of days, the first scince... I hate winter! No, that's a lie. I simply cannot tolerate winters meddling with time. How long the day's are, ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 21:09:00 GMT

'Dear Diary'- Like a marshmellow floating through steam...

Dear Diary,   I was wanting some company this morning, after a restless sleep- haunted by nightmares. I'd dreamed myself in a cold, misty forest. I had been following the movements of a large d...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 22:44:00 GMT

'Dear Diary'- Caper Thyme!

Dear Diary,   As I sat in the morning sun- salting some porterhouse and sipping coffee, a removal truck pulled up at the brazillians home.. as I'd been expecting. Last night they'd recieved...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 17:29:00 GMT