Updates
This is a space for me to share my thoughts and experience with you.
You’ll find things like gallery visits, reviews, and creative writing pieces.
For updates on artworks, head to the “artwork” page.
Mortal Man pictured as the Monster
Perseus was a pampered prick. Yeah, you read it right: [...]
Museum of Old and New Art
Ah, MONA. What an... interesting place... On the 16th of April, I went to Tasmania, spending the weekend there. It has taken me, roughly... until now to process how I feel about that underground museum. Catching the ferry [...]
Art Gallery of Ballarat – Part II
I didn’t mean my last post be on just one painting. So here I am, giving you a Part 2 on my experience at the Art Gallery of Ballarat. I’ll start by saying that I was completely surprised [...]
Art Gallery of Ballarat – Ajax and Cassandra
(Note: Just so you know, this post is dense with Greek Mythology. Be prepared.) The original plan was to go to Canberra. Go see the National Gallery, then the Portrait Gallery. But it wouldn’t be the Twenty-Twenties without [...]
Mother, guess who we killed today
We never fought against titans We never fought against trolls We never fought against tyrants We fought Amongst ourselves When the sky swept Behind darkness The wife, she said farewell She wailed for the world To go silent [...]
The silent ones
THE SILENT ONES ARE NOT ALWAYS SILENTLY PASSIVE. SOME OF US ARE SILENTLY STEWING. WE ARE WAITING TO BURST AT YOUR DOWN-RIGHT WORST.
Minos, that Cretan
The labyrinth was never victor-less. But it was never victimless either; ( How many? ) Countless corpses Mauled by just one minotaur. Was Daedalus a victim to? Victim to the greed Of a king? Victim to one’s own [...]
Spring Cleaning
The holiday has passed And you have no motivation To do the work you were supposed to do Over a neat and balanced time frame. (this piece now, this piece later will make a pleasant whole). Now? YOU [...]
hypnos, lend us your land
Hypnos praise! Hypnos please – Bless me with the swift sinking to Your land of dreams! A blank place, A purity; A peaceful colour-field Of the darkest tones. I wish to escape This woeful tale the Fates [...]
and so they’ve asked again
The Fates ask me “What is it you want”? They ask at at precise intervals; spread out neatly on my short stubby thread. 1. They catch me out in times of calm sending ripples through what [...]