slicing through the time line

movement across time when time is a malleable medium. an operatic vision.


static no.12 - much anticipated newcomer to his static series, melbourne based new zelaander, daniel crooks won the inaugural $100 000 basil sellers sport and art prize with his video 'static no .11 [man running], inspired by studies in human physiology.

sunday arts interview with daniel crooks via ABC

crooks' static series stem from an early fascination with the ability of photography and cinematography to break through the time continuum. digital slices break the time barrier to present fluidity in space in this case through the practice of tai chi.


you've come a long way from eadweard mubridge baybee. without moving an inch.


daniel crooks
sydney biennale
cockatoo island
may 12 - august 01, 2010
[free ferry every hour from the MCA]

political cult[ure]

nested in an old stores bunker deep within the carved cockatoo mountain lies a dark encased tomb filled with sweet straw bales inviting the seat. 


and this: two screens. two fundamentalist cocks. misogynist dualism personified. polarized political rhetoric captured from one medium & transported into another. right back into the exploitive gospel from whence it came. spiritual satire.


richard grayson
sydney biennale
cockatoo island
may 12 - august 01, 2010
[free ferry every hour from the MCA

open your mind [shut for business]

meet rozelle mental hospital otherwise known as callan park.

in a couple of weeks time punk monk propaganda will take over this abandoned space with a select group of experimental artists to bring the old girl back to life in the guise of a series of video installations as part of the multiple personalities exhibition in conjunction with leichardt council.

in the meantime since this healthcare facility [which oozes "one who flew over the cuckoo's nest" sensibility] closed a large section of the community who call this a home away from home are displaced.

wandering around the shell it's grossly apparent that home really is where the heart is. no matter how soul-less this environment appears to be, it is steeped in sadness and emotionally tangible history and the ghosts of christmas past. there are still traces of many stories to be told here. some which may wish to be forgotten. others desperately vying for attention. ward 17 is the legendary haunted piano ward...

join us in december for an altogether different flavour from santa's sack where we experiment with historical imprints in geographical space & bring mythology into the present. the shadows do speak.

[pix by punk monk felix]