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

Why each stroke doesn’t have to be a masterstroke #art #artforsale @sturgallery

Artist’s need to relax more. Artist’s need to forget more. And they need to try less hard. It’s easy to say those things, far far harder to do it. It’s a crazy notion, to learn only to forget. To practice only to let it go. But every artist I encounter is trying to do the same thing, relax, let it go and tap into the unconsciousness … Continue reading Why each stroke doesn’t have to be a masterstroke #art #artforsale @sturgallery

It’s not pretty, it’s not comfortable, but it’s mine. A room of one’s own.

You can’t control what goes on in your head. You don’t know where inspiration comes from – or when it will come. If you try to rationalise it, it often vanishes. The only way to capture it is to get it down, get it out, splay it across a canvas, scribble it down onto paper. For the last few years, I’ve been working from the … Continue reading It’s not pretty, it’s not comfortable, but it’s mine. A room of one’s own.

When private tales go public #art #collage

I drank too much. Like many people, when I’m nervous, I drink. Just like on opening night of Dry Your Tears at Stur Gallery. If you popped in and I blithered at you, please forgive my nervy, rambunctious, crazed-faced bewilderment. In the fog of booze, I did have a little eureka moment. Standing there, I was surrounded by all these deeply personal experiences from my … Continue reading When private tales go public #art #collage