Art is dead. Long live art.

I’ve just gone through the most excruciating gestation for an artwork that I’ve ever gone through. And I’m still not sure the experience is over yet. It started fairly straight-forward enough. The place I live now is in the Australian countryside, on a river surrounded by vast paddocks grazed by black cattle. Ever since I moved here ten years ago, every now and then I … Continue reading Art is dead. Long live art.

Rest well Michael Chamberlain, you fought hard for justice

In a strange way, Michael Chamberlain is responsible for starting my life as an artist. It’s even stranger since we never met, I never sat in his classes or heard his voice fill a room. By chance, I saw Azaria’s baby bracelet in a display cabinet at the National Library of Australia and that simple object brought home the obscene tragedy of parents being charged … Continue reading Rest well Michael Chamberlain, you fought hard for justice

Bringing Vincent Van Gogh back to life

There’s something truly audacious about creating a movie about Vincent Van Gogh that is animated in a painting style mimicking his own. It’s an endeavour that’s setting an incredibly high bar, it’s something that’s almost impossible to pull off, yet in my head I want nothing more than for it to succeed. The whole idea of seeing a world as imagined through the lens of … Continue reading Bringing Vincent Van Gogh back to life

Is it up to artists to decide who can buy their art?

Here’s a strange one for you. In 2010, I created a series of artworks about words that sound the same but have different meanings. I called the series Same Same But Different. They were based on odd out-of-sync homonyms like Gulf Golf, Oprah Opera, Poor Paw and Line Lion. I created these at a time of great upheaval, when the world was looking at how … Continue reading Is it up to artists to decide who can buy their art?

Face of a miner at Instanbul Modern, #turkeyminedisaster on my mind

While there’s protests on the streets, water cannon and armoured riot police in back alleyways, Instanbul Modern proudly adorns its walls with this work, Miner, by Nedim Günsür. To me, it’s a protest in itself. More striking for me is how little I know about artists from this area. As an artist, my art worldview is wallpapered with American, British and Europeans artists, with small … Continue reading Face of a miner at Instanbul Modern, #turkeyminedisaster on my mind

Dry your tears: the child within us #art #collage

I started this series almost on a whim. Experiences as children sharply determine who we will be as adults. As we mature, we become better at masking those childhood emotions, we build a stronger exterior to smooth the bumpy ride, but underneath, within us all, is still the little boy or girl, never quite believing where we are and what we’re doing. Continue reading Dry your tears: the child within us #art #collage