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

SOLD, SOLD. Why sales validate artists.

Art for art’s sake is a beautiful idea – but artists have to eat. Few of us have generous benefactors to lavish funds upon us, so a sale means we can keep going. Selling work means we can buy new art supplies, sales mean we can secure a space in a studio or artist-run-initiative (ARI) and sales mean we can keep doing what we love. … Continue reading SOLD, SOLD. Why sales validate artists.

When scrimping and penny-pinching are the artist’s enemies

Part of the reason I create collage is because it’s cheap. I tear up old magazines to create images and use boxboard as my canvas. It’s rudimentary, but effective. I’m lucky that paper is in love with glue and glue is head-over-heels about paper. As I move more towards assemblage and mixed media, I need to pick up a brush and paint, so of course, … Continue reading When scrimping and penny-pinching are the artist’s enemies

Rauschenburg and Jasper Johns at MoMA

The first one is Rauschenburg, the second isn’t Jasper Johns. What I loved about my visit to MoMA today was seeing things I’d seen before with new eyes. Since I’ve become focused on collage, I’m always on the look-out for people doing things with paper. I don’t care what they’re doing, I just want to eat up what they do. Seeing Rauschenburg’s ‘Combines’ was a … Continue reading Rauschenburg and Jasper Johns at MoMA

Married in the car my sister was murdered in

As you know, I’ve been working on this series of collages about the death of Azaria Chamberlain at Uluru in 1980. This car collage is the last in the series. It’s a 1977 Torana Hatchback, but interestingly, the eldest son Aidan (who I depicted earlier eating a can of baked beans) was married in this car in 2008. I guess it was a way of … Continue reading Married in the car my sister was murdered in

A strange thing happened to me today

Today, the latest edition of GQ Australia arrived in the post. That’s not the strange thing. I don’t remember subscribing but that’s not the strange thing either.  The weird thing is that as I was flipping through the pages I realised that I wasn’t looking at the articles or the ads. I was looking at the colours and textures of the pages. I was thinking; … Continue reading A strange thing happened to me today

Back tracked, collage of Aboriginal tracker

After Azaria Chamberlain was taken by a dingo, Aboriginal trackers traced dingo footprints in the sand that was carrying a large bundle. There were clear imprints of knitted clothing where a dingo had rested a large bundle.  This testimony was inadmissible as the man giving evidence spoke on behalf of his wife, but in first person, which was the local way. This collage is of … Continue reading Back tracked, collage of Aboriginal tracker

Collage Showdown finalists announced

It’s really exciting to see the Top 300 artworks selected for the Saatchi Online collage showdown. I am disappointed that my work didn’t make the cut, but the voting is a “Hot or Not” style voting and I knew it was always going to be an outside chance that I’d be shortlisted. It good news for the shortlisted artists and exciting to think that an … Continue reading Collage Showdown finalists announced