shot for divine singer/songwriter johanna and the dusty floor in brooklyn last month. listen to her at: www.myspace.com/johannaandthedustyfloor
Monday, June 7, 2010
JOHANNA AND THE DUSTY FLOOR (commissioned)
shot for divine singer/songwriter johanna and the dusty floor in brooklyn last month. listen to her at: www.myspace.com/johannaandthedustyfloor
Saturday, May 22, 2010
DOMESTICA (maquettes)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
LOVEWILLPROTECTYOUTILTHEEDGEOFTHEWOODS
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
SKETCHES FOR A BRIDGE
sketches for a bridge 2007 RA4 colour photograms, silver gelatin prints, C type digital print, acrylic housepaint, cotton thread, tracing paper.
memory is a slippery thing. the shadows of days past colour today's events. images loop like a mobius strip, over and around creating images so dense and layered it becomes difficult to perceive where things end and begin. now, then. you, me. was, is. to build a bridge across the river would be to create a linear timeline, a logical sequence of one to the next.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
A SELF PRESERVATIVE STEP BACK TO SAFETY
a self preservative step back to safety 2008 RA4 handmade colour photograms, dressmaker's pins
I was invited to participate in a collaborative one year project with artists from Parsons the New School in New York City in 2007/2008. We engaged in a visual investigation of both cities as both insiders and outsiders. We collaborated for months at a time via email and blog. a self preservative step back to safety was my final installment, pulling together text and images from all aspects of the project, it makes both the oceanic horizon of Sydney and the gothic horizon of New York appear equally intimidating for entirely different reasons. They are both beautiful and sublime, overawing. step back.
www.newyorksydney.com
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
THE GIRL WILL SCREW YOU
the girl will screw you 2005 RA4 photograms/masking tape/dressmakers pins/single channel video loop/televisions
i sat all night alone in my apartment. i could hear millions of lives buzzing out their frenetic aimlessness below. i strained towards the energies of my fellows, my community. i felt not a whit of connection to them, to any of them. i felt like major tom, adrift in space and watching as the small spinning pea that was earth receded at an alarming rate. i longed for a heartbeat for another steady rhythm of inhale/exhale to echo my own. no breath answered. i waited by the telephone. i waited by the window. my soulmate did not call, did not appear. the city was my nemesis. the city had shrouded me in an anonymity so dense i could not begin to disrobe it. i repeated futile gestures, endless routines, ultimately arriving nowhere. because i was broken. because it is the 21st century. because we cannot commit. because even if i had you, i would screw you. because i am infected by this ratheap. and i can't remember my own name.
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