Ocean floor dish

Thinking about putting this in the ocean somewhere. Trick the fish into nibbling on it. Do it just to tease them. Think it's a sea lettuce.

Masked Existence

Why would someone want something like this?
What do you mean?
It just looks like a pile of rubbishy thinking
It’s absurd.
What do you mean?
I’ve lined the plastic with pink velvet and made it gape like a mouth among the used guitar strings and other things.
So?
It’s called Masked Existence. I’m changing the way the containers look. It is a prototype rethink on how I use my equipment to rearrange the nature of how we look at a junkyard.
Is your whole exhibition going to be like this?
No, not really. Just this one piece. Each of my art works has an individual reason for existing. I don’t repeat the same idea over and over again. Sometimes ideas are connected though. But they are as separate as humans are. I’m interested in how we interact with our environment. How we merge and attempt to be separately contained and how it is possible to understand this even without having a conversation with a person.
I’m sorry, but I hate this piece of artwork so much. I really do. It reminds me of the worst kind of art I’ve seen. It reminds me not of children, but of crap. Just a whole lot of crap mashed together. But then I when look closer and I realise there is a fair bit of work in this. And that makes me want to know why someone would put so much effort into something that looks, from a distance like nothing much other than a tangle of bits and pieces of shit. At first it made me feel sick. Then I rethought that feeling and I said to myself, well now, what would I do to make it look a bit better… And I thought perhaps maybe I would add a whole bit more on the bottom and have it up in the air and dangling from a chain. Because I think this piece is about someone who is in utter pain. It does not make me happy. It makes me sad. It makes me want to strangle the thing that made it. It makes me want to rip it to shreds. It is so stupid and braindead. Okay. Now I’ve said it. Sorry for being such a pian, I just can’t help it.
Poor thing, no one likes it. No wonder it masked its existence.

Black cat diver

Go some place new and change your mind about any doubts you have that expression is organic and forever changing and can never all be done before. Got something blocking your way? dive into the substance, even if it gives you an eerie chill. Find the myriad in the mundane and gain understanding of what you previously thought insane. Not all symbols are the same, the world mixes them up. It is connected via the links you decide to make. And paintings can be like fortune cookies. All sorts of little strange messages in there.

Red chalice

Something to eat cherries out of. But best share the dream with others, so they don't get jealous. Jealous people have a tendency to be callous.

Adds up

You hate it. That’s the point. It scares the crap out of you. To have it dangled in front of your face is not something you would call motor beeping ace.
Just remember, you’re the one with the pack and the spade here. So dig! Ahhhh my hair is falling out I’m going to have to get a wig. I could play my cards into a war hole then.

The pizza box

Should’ve got a large, it was tasty.

Following the white rabbit

Following the white rabbit (2008), was painted over another painting: Secrets (2002). Perhaps I should’ve left it at that. But something weird annoyed me about this abstract pretty. It was part of an exhibition called: But what is it?

I got the title from the architect, Lloyd Wright, who demanded painters paint something tangible he could understand. "But what is it?" he demanded of the finger-painters.

Maybe it was also those pill containers I stuck on there. Pills I chose to swallow years ago. White rabbits? I dunno. A chaser to the bunny ears certainly. Bunny ears distracted my mind from the forced psyche meds from hurting me as much. But the bunny ears hurt me just as much. And getting off something that I was allergic to was worth it. So I can’t condemn those transparent things I filled with glue glitter and stuck to this canvas. I can only say I was going through a stage and chasing one thing to stop another. But then there was painting. Just letting the visuals out.

I'm doing a post-mortem on a painting here. Frankly, I found it somewhat disturbing that it had what seemed to be an illustration from some old old Enid Blighton book. Not me! But, that's the automatic.

And there's the ear listening.

So, I look things up and start to see metaphors I hadn't really delved into before. Chase the meaning of that damn white rabbit and it is really time consuming thing, that's what i think!