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...

haiku: sleep - a stranger now

sleep - a stranger now

old fanned flames lovingly lick

my untouched pillow

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.

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.

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

label free symbiosis