Being an artist is about creating works to be viewed.
Assembling materials for a three week artist in residency at The Butter Factory in April.
Every city has its pain place. In Darwin there’s the man with no legs elevated in a shady doorway. There’s the bus driver constantly glancing apprehensively in his mirror at the back of the bus where a drunk disheveled woman directs angry shouts like blows at a man in the group.
Decorative birds defining doorways in the CBD of Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia.
How lucky to find myself in Marrakesh during the Biennale in 2016. I came across this installation at an intersection while checking out local galleries in the suburb of Gueliz. The Zbel Manifesto Collective of four artists from Marrakesh comment here on something close to my heart, a concern about the proliferation of plastic, or… Continue reading Marrakesh Biennale 6
I keep finding gifts in the op shop for the mysterious woman in the wide brimmed who is spray painted on the wall of a building in Casablanca. She has now taken up temporary residence on my bookshelf. A frame, a heart, a mirror and a flower surround her like a shrine. Her creator painted… Continue reading Miss You
… letters not blogs. I noticed this vibrant street art of an alert feline outside a cafe whilst lunching in Rabat. Little did I know that the artwork decorated an otherwise mundane, and purely functional element of the urban landscape.
“And you can tell everybody, that this is your song” Like Elton John the street artist wrote down the words to the world of his love, but used a spray can instead of a song. My photo missed the tag so the artist remains anonymous, like the woman to whom he offers a heart and a… Continue reading Wake me up to yearn