Wednesday, May 23, 2012

wake up. time to occupy!

photo by jane dent

from my "three dumb electric sheep" series. piggyback pasteup with my fellow co-conspiratoral femme, damedismember art.

this oversized flock can be found just up from the hive bar in erskineville, sydney.

i'll post some more stuff soon. been busy wearing film hats etc...

Friday, May 18, 2012

haiku: sleep - a stranger now


sleep - a stranger now
old fanned flames lovingly lick
my untouched pillow

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

in beauty may i walk

i shot the above image as the sun went down at "in the night garden" an evening street exhibition for sydney fringe festival 2011 which i partook in with the uber punk monk propaganda kids & a bunch of other talented shadow illuminating alchemists. 

a celebration of light in all its manifestations in hidden corners & crevices of industrial hood, st peters. behind the wonderful & artist collaborative tortuga & index studios.

the text "in beauty may i walk" is borrowed from the ancient navajo. an integral poem in a nine day ritual, called the night chant. seems like a pretty great guiding principle to me.

Monday, May 14, 2012

everything is [not] tip top

you are everywhere. even after i had to delete you on FB. 


last night it was the freezer at the servo next to the mini tub of ice-cream i bought, seeking some kind of solace. we used to put raspberry liqueur on them together. 


since you've been pathologically dishonest with me & the myriad of lies you based your life on have since been revealed, i'm not even you sure you actually liked it at all.

that's the problem with the boy who cried wolf. lies & truths become indiscernible. eventually he gets gobbled up. by wolves. they've got a sweet tooth too.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

pied piper of waa

forced 
free 
the 
truth
made 
you 
shrink
crying
you say 
the others
are not 
important
you're
trying
to 
clean
up
the mess
you 
keep
creating
old habits 
die 
hard
still
stuck
on the
same 
tune
it's 
me
you 
love
IDTC
super 
friend
sans 
lycra 
suit
lies
and 
truths
now
indiscernible
i wonder
what 
the others
would 
say
- stuck 
on the 
same 
tune

the pied piper of hamelin by eroogroof

nothing, nothing in the world