Plaster cast of egg interior, Chicken eggcup, Nylon, Material Pins
Desk
Plates, Shells, Jars, bottles, Key, Needles, Vases, Feathers, Seeds, Bottle Stoppers, Labels, Phone Book, Cast Finger Tips, Orange House Object, String
Yellow Bowl, Spirals of Newspaper Cuttings
Eggs and Plates
Plaster casts of egg interiors, Found Objects: Plates, Hat Pins, Feathers, Cotton, Silk, Linen, Fur, Quartz, Chess Piece
Eggs and Plants
Plaster Casts of egg interiors, Found Objects: Hat Pin, Silk, Feather Quills, Coral, Wax, Moss, Mohair Wool
Dream Titles for Future Drawings
The cat's name
Sun
Skin sold separately
The road is narrow
The gift has teeth
And bites
Sun
Skin sold separately
The road is narrow
The gift has teeth
And bites
Dream Titles for Future Drawings
The Dragon's back
slips under the water
A childhood animal
is fierce
We've made their house
our own
You're the double
Just fast enough
to dance away
The play is dangerous
The picnic safe
A Brief of Pelicans
'The Mysterious Universe' Sir James Jeans, Pelican Books 1940
'The Pyramids of Egypt' I. E. S. Edwards, Pelican Books 1947
'Primitive Art' Leonhard Adam, Pelican Books 1949
'The Meaning of Art' Herbert Read, Pelican Books 1950
Flocks of Numbers, Names of Birds (Sydney White Pages 2007/2008)
A Constellation of Starlings
A Swoop of Swifts
A Swoop of Swifts
A Pride of Peacocks
Cuttings from Sydney White Pages 2007/2009
Little finger scattered over mountain
The cast of my little finger never made it to the mountain. I put a bottle holding the powdered remains in my bag and the stopper fell off within seconds. I sifted through the bag, took out the other contents, and threw the finger out the studio window instead.
Insect Memory
Boys pressing pumpkin beetlesagainst the spinning
wheels of upturned bike
Bee sting on big toefrom bee on the path
Four caterpillarson the footpath
Carriage full of MothsOn Mountains train
The Boy next doorsometimes ate snails
Graphite, Paper
Object Body
Tongue (Child's feeding implement, Feather, Silk)
Skin (Sewing pattern paper)
Teeth (Plaster cast of fork ends, Feather quills, Cotton)
Stomach (Icing Bag)
Heart (Mussel shell, Feather quill, Wire)
Phoenix Plants
Each plant has its own booklet of documentation.
The only thing they have in common is that they were found in a nursery, gardening shop, or department store (and have been marked down because they are dying).
For example: Here is some lavender - with no colour left.
The plant is photographed with each attempt to bring it back to life. Each plant is given a season of care.
The only thing they have in common is that they were found in a nursery, gardening shop, or department store (and have been marked down because they are dying).
For example: Here is some lavender - with no colour left.
The plant is photographed with each attempt to bring it back to life. Each plant is given a season of care.
View of the Studio (imagined from the outside)
If you could see the walls you'd notice no pictures (the pictures have fallen). You would notice the light, the way it slips over the wall like a glove. Inside it is still, quiet, the air heavily hung (like an ocean). Wave after wave of light foam warmed by windows trapping the sun. Small clusters of dust glow like filaments freed from lamps. A bulb, the glass tuber on top of a marble stand is slowly cultivating cobwebs on the sill. Accidents abound. Work has been left. Cups of tea abandoned mid-sip. Dried ghosts of liquid growing in circular roots.
Dust Light
Cobweb, dust
Fallen Pictures, Tape
Bottles, Dust
Curling PicturesStudio, Absence (3 Months)
Dream Titles for Future Drawings
The army of clones
carry scythes
You don't deserve folds
Your voice is
left in the walls
We don't do lunch here
You're in the ice
I'm on the plane
There are wolves
and fish at the door
My blue brooch broke
we talk architecture
The cliff
has split in half
The others steal our
potatoes
A flock of horses
some gazelles
clothes they mistake
for skin
We say goodbye
you leave in a canoe
The blue bird
with teeth
Drawing for a bird
carry scythes
You don't deserve folds
Your voice is
left in the walls
We don't do lunch here
You're in the ice
I'm on the plane
There are wolves
and fish at the door
My blue brooch broke
we talk architecture
The cliff
has split in half
The others steal our
potatoes
A flock of horses
some gazelles
clothes they mistake
for skin
We say goodbye
you leave in a canoe
The blue bird
with teeth
Drawing for a bird
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