Latest Wheatpaste..(talk to the hand)

Close up

First wheat paste I've done in ages. I actually had something else in mind today, but this piece works I think...

Torso...

Another Torso update. Added some acrylic paint and some clear spray on varnish. Still a long way to go even though its already come some distance from here.

paper Torso..

Updated shot of torso Ive been working on... Still a work in Progress:)

Cubist Guitar Guy

Guitar guy is popping up in the notebook again.. Hes a cubist this time.

Last minute scratching...

joined at the head

The Waiting Room
Pencil and Gesso on A1 Cartridge

Inspired by triplets I saw at the doctors on Saturday, and the drawings of John Brack

Lament
Cardboard, Paper Mache, Gesso, acrylic and found object

I am really not one for tricky conceptual ideas. But I still like to play around with sculptural elements. Its something Ive been interested in for ages. Thats why I really like John Brack. He strips it all down to the basics.

Study of everyman in his pajamas

Self Portrait with Black Mug

Charcoal and acrylic on paper

The time I've used paint in quite some time:) Wanting to do some serious painting again. I have some ideas in the visual journal and was inspired by the (deceptively) simple style of John Brack.

Random act of Sculpture

Yeah, it doesnt mean anything or particularly look that sculptural, but I just felt compelled to do it.

out of proportion

Sometimes when you look into the eyes of a patient, you look into the eyes of your own questions, fears and existential anxieties. They all lie underneath what you see, swimming in the looks up at the ceiling as you wheel them under the cold lights, or staring into the floor as if it were a pool for them to look into...when you look at them, you are often looking at yourself

Old Face

Man by the Window

another drawing done during my lunch break today.

Business is Business

Sometimes, brush strokes work by accident...

Choose your poison well...

Out the Bathroom window

I started taking my visual diary to work now, and drawing in my down time or on lunch breaks. I see things all the time that inspire me. I always wanted to be one of those people who carried a notebook, or sketch book everywhere, but it seemed somehow false or pretentious. I always feel like a knob drawing in public. Now it seems I am literally inhabiting the Harvey Pikar cliche. (only without the success) scribbling away in some filthy cupboard, with the mop buckets and the smell of soiled linen filling my nostrils:) Feels strangely snug, despite the cliche.

Bad News?

I see the eyes of sick people all the time. Lying there waiting. Will it be bad news?

Updated Paper Mache Sculptures

Robed Figure. Still a work in progress...

Torso still a work in progress...as is the messy Loungeroom:)