LOVEWILLPROTECTYOUTILTHEEDGEOFTHEWOODS

lovewillprotectyoutiltheedgeofthewoods 2006 RA4 colour photographs made from polaroid transfer prints..

love will protect you/til the edge of the woods/then a monster will get you/and love is no good
-bonnie prince billy

WHEN WILL YOU SAY YES?

when will you say yes? 2006 cyanotype on 2nd hand US postal envelopes

I STILL MISS YOU

i still miss you 2004 RA4 colour photographs

UNTITLED

untitled 2006 RA4 colour photographs

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.

CONTACT

contact 2008 RA4 handmade photograms

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

GODS OF FLESH

gods of flesh 1, 2, 3, 4. 2004 silver gelatin handmade photograms

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.

TITFUCK

titfuck 2006 silver gelatin print, broken frame.
corset design benjamin soetens

YOU NEVER LOOK CLOSE ENOUGH

you never look close enough 2006 RA4 colour photograms/polaroid/photocopy/release transfers/transparencies/skin tape/dressmaker's pins/acrylic

my best friend and i were having an argument. he felt he had discovered the secret, that god was within us all (i agreed with that part) and that transcendence from this plane was the only goal. this was hell, all his efforts were at ascending to his pure blue body state, to our "true state". i didn't understand his loathing for the material plane, what about the miracle of veins? what about the magic running just under the surface of everything here, like electrical charges, like lightning? what about the miracle of the spine?