Category: art

What is it about us human beings and our capacity to always want what we can’t have? This book, for instance. It sat in my bookcase for six years, untouched, unloved, despite the fact I’d heard it mentioned by numerous sources over the years as a “must-read” for writers. Finally I gave it to my BFF, Frankie. Where it proceeded to lay in her bookcase, not for six years, but…you get the drift. Anyhoo, it was only when I was up visiting her last weekend that I came across it again. And for the first time EVER – I actually…

Today it has happened. A wave of panic has hit the shore of my being, leaving seaweed trails of anxiety that spell out “AGH! Only 10 days til you jet off to Adelaide for the Fringe!” on the eroding sand of the otherwise relatively calm beach of moi. Did you get that? If so, ten points. All is well. All will be well. But while my to-do list is battling it out with my sense of panic to see “who will be the largest of them all?” I am trying to calm myself with thoughts that even if all hell…

Image via Queensland Art Gallery/Gallery of Modern Art I am an ARTISTE!!!!!!!!! I have told myself since I was out of the birth canal, only now it’s official, yo! Namely cos I’ve been asked to give an industry talk at “Surrealism: Up Late” ┬áthis Friday night at Queensland Art Gallery. I’m talking about innovation and why it’s important. Which has gotten me thinking lots of things about risk-taking, failure and extending oneself and why we need to do it. I’ll post my thoughts (and possibly some vid, if I can manage it!) from the talk early next week. Naturally, while…

So I had this nutty idea a little while ago to do a bit of a collab with my 7-year old daughter. She does the background however she damn pleases with absolutely no input from me whatsoever, then hands it over at will to inspire wherever I want to go from there. In other words, I’m like a mixed media Mister Squiggle! This is our first one, whaddya think?