Generally speaking, 95% of everything is bullshit... ummm, except that that must logically include the comment that "95% of everything is bullshit" which would imply that everything is 90.25% not bullshit which might imply that it is possibly some other sort of shit like horseshit, or llamashit, or, most likely, the sort of shit I'm spouting here...(This would make me not a Bullshit Artist as is often asserted in certain circles but possibly a Horse or Llamashit Artist... I prefer Bullshit Artist myself because I try to make art which is a direct response to the bullshit I see all around me!)
Anyway, of the 5% that's left over (which is also 95% bullshit) I have a preference for:
•Art Thingies of a satirical and subversive nature.
•Wild places.
•Skateboards (although I should know better at my age...).
•Loud guitars.
•Tree frogs.
•Shouting at the tele.
•Rooting for the underdog (in the figurative sense).
•Making a difference...
Artists (and audiences) that don't believe the hype... that try to point out the bleedin' obvious to those that take Fox News as Gospel and Gee Dubya Boosh as Saviour in the Holy War Against Badness.
The CIA can intercept my personal communications at [email protected]
"Cherub of the Neocon". Copper and Fibreglass
The best of every genre from cheesy pop to reggae to aforementioned loud guitars and all points in between.
Team America, Curse of the Were Rabbit, Busty Backdoor Nurses...etc
An early "Toadscape", the name I coined for this series of works that feature real, dead, flat, dry, stinky cane toads as found in huge numbers on the roads of North Queensland, peeled off the bitumen, glued to artboard and slopped with paint to tell some little narrative or rip the piss out of someone famous.
as we know it IS the root of all evil. That said, I still like the 5% which isn't mind-numbing, soul-destroying crap, like Ren and Stimpy, Ripping Yarns, Fawlty Towers, Little Britain.
This is a traditional/digital hybrid work about the shameful treatment Australia (and most of the western world) is guilty of in turning away or locking up "boat people" seeking asylum. Beneath the chocolate box aesthetics of this little parable is a simple role reversal where Aussie refugees fleeing a hypothetical holocaust are facing a dose of their own kharma.
The Great Shark Hunt, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, William Gibson, Woman at the Edge of Time, 1984, Raw Magazine, Captain Goodvibes.
Say it with a Paki accent. One of my more successful (read: less unsuccessful) T-shirt designs.
Ralph Steadman, Sigmund Freud.
This isn't Ralph or Sigmund but the fat little sailor from my "Pissing Into The Wind" sculpture. This piece is a functional windvane and so it doesn't matter which way the wind is blowing he's still pissing into it. It is about the curious human propensity for futile obstinacy in the face of predictable negative consequence. Witness Iraq, Vietnam and just about every other conflict in history. It is usually a measure of how far we have yet to evolve from the animal to fulfill our potential as fully human. I don't think we'll survive the transition myself.
Conversely, it is also the stuff of real heroism against insurmountable odds and the battle of the underdog against oppression... as exemplified by the fact that I can't show the bottom half here because it's got a willie in it.... Art as self-fulfilling prophesy or what.
Actually, I bet both Ralph and Sigmund could relate to this one...