Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
maybe i can kiss you after all [just this once].
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
from waking to champagne & cake in bed accompanied by raen's sweet dulcet tones in the early am, to sublime lunches upon lunches all over the city, a zine fair & kusama exhibition run through, relocating an entire warehouse working bee, an impromptu dinner out[featuring an amazing organic wheat-free lemon & almond cake handmade by adam], the perfect last supper in ending with incessant dancing once more into the sunlight all couched with lashings of champagne, the blood of christ & lounge island iced teas... like a never-ending ice-cream/story it just wouldn't stop.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
the shadows of a thousand stories...
our collective stories bounce & reflect back so vividly i photograph & still can claim them now... are you able to see us too?
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
undoubtedly one of the greatest & most intricate artists which grace our planet [and they eat nasty bugs too]. i have loved spiders since childhood & fail to understand the terror they induce in some others. there's nothing like an early morning walk in the bush to soak up the gorgeousness of the morning dew as it hangs off a just spun web.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
i love the creative applications it affords the most banal aspects of existence. the lovely deviating scenic route it presents on a dull straight highway: a candied refuge for the mind.
projection & perception are often worlds apart. sometimes intentional, others no. duplicity & ambiguity sporadic half-siblings shrouded in the other's shadow. the stuff of age-old games. most ancient philosophy & poetry does not date. we still dance to the same recycled tune.
as an aside what do you think this company sells?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
eating meat in our society is so normalised that the grotesque is rendered invisible. reality blurred.
carcasses hang like clothing drying on a hills hoist when wandering in chinatown [a culture which has the honesty to call a chicken a chicken, present it as is, sans polystyrene disguise & utilise all the body parts].
intensive farm practices dealing with the combined propaganda & promotion of inaccurate information that "meat is good for you" & that "you're not normal if you don't like chicken" are increasingly dishing up to your dinner plate diseased & vitamin deficient excuses for animals that are so pumped up with steroids, antibiotics & reverse-engineered diets that it's kind of ridiculous to still call them a chook [unless the terminology is redefined here]. don't even get me started on mad cow disease, swine flu et al...
fact is science has now proven that meat [all meat including chicken] undoubtedy alters DNA - arguably not in a good way unless you have a bowel cancer fetish. in fact it may even be worse for your body than radiation [it is studied in the same sentence as a major contributing environmental factor by scientists internationally including australia].
the meat industry knows this. the government knows this. oh, but it tastes so good... right? looks like some of the sheep aren't making it to the slaughterhouse after all.
it should be mandatory for young school children as part of their educational field trips to tour intensive farms, watch the manic debeaked chickens still peck each other to death in enclosed places whilst popping out a bird flu flavored egg as the rats run amok under fluro chewing on bits of the living where they can, stand on the abattoir line watching young lambs & calves sweat in terror as they face the inevitable excruciating death at the end of the conveyor belt, first through the killing chute for electrocution or semi-consciousness by pneumatic ram [depending on the killing house idiosyncrasy] before whilst still alive having hooks skewered through the rear legs to hang upside down on the belt before throats are slit over a large trough where rivers of blood travel down & the now usually dead animal is submerged in boiling water to loosen the skin before the fur/hair is scraped off & gutting commmences. that's a school expedition i would jump on the bus for.
that's not even getting into any of the fun political & pharmaceutical stuff behind the scenes. so many $ at stake. as one of the most powerful lobby groups [along with oil & pharmaceutical] the meat industry in all its various incarnations are the hidden truth behind one of the great unsustainable & ethically dubious excesses of our so called civilisation. eating meat is one of the major contributing reasons for world poverty, disease and hunger. apparently brain-washed taste buds override all...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
last night was another punk monk propaganda inspired event: "suck my pagan" this time hosted by stevie & myself in honor of his birthday at the warehouse.
amongst the debris of streamers and broken fawn hearts a few photos survived. the usual suspects may be assured as per standard procedure the rest will surface in my updated FB photo album in due course.
this is a mere morsel of the party which went till the full moon was no longer visible in the morning sky & the mead from the earth ran dry... and yes, we did build a full-sized carnival maypole for the day: stevie's pièce de résistance! ornate cloaks and capes were de rigueur, as were flower garlands, ivy and daisy chains. a sight to behold even with the temporary but beautifully averted pole collapse.
heads up to matthieu for volunteering for the role of undercover helper during the unglamorous sunlight hours when a strict self-flagellating monastic life was beckoning hard. french art directors make excellent chivalrous slaves.
plus a big thank you to all our friends who helped especially raen, davey, kate, barry and the rest of you who made the pilgrimage to suck my pagan, our last big party at the warehouse, well worthy of remembrance.
once again i'm humbled by your beauty & love. it's ok to sound like a born-again hippie after such a feel-good earthly event...
Saturday, May 9, 2009
the australian gas light company introduced the use of public gas to city streets in 1841. fifteen years later it was turned on for public home use in melbourne [sydney was a little behind].