Black Eye

I am working on a new street art piece to be placed in a bus shelter that I’m sure Hobit’s and other Middle earth folk would be proud to haunt. This is one from a while back, when I was in the first grasps of the thrill. I do believe ┬áin this venue, as an new and ever expanding canvas, which belongs to the…

Gateway to…

A dramatic three weeks, over shadowed by the loss of someone dear, a young man with a big heart and a big smile. I will miss his cuddles and his funny walk and his ready laugh that was so infectious. He allowed me to discover my inner uncle again. Maybe these are the gates to another place where imagination replaces all that is pedestrian,…

The Invisible Artist

Every night I crash, despite the desire to continue the street art project. Then, overwhelmed by a sense of uselessness, I abort and seek the comfort of the pillow instead. I’ve been sitting on a number of pieces for a while now, but last night the urgency had returned. The ANU bus stop has bared the remnants of an earlier work since April, and…

Art in a vacuum

I’ve seen this ‘Art’ stencil for about a month in a bus shelter that previously sported my Valentines Tableau paste-up. A question? a statement? or a challenge? I could not decide. My idea was simple, art in a vacuum – seemed an appropriate surround for the lonely words and last night, having fallen asleep on the couch (for a change!), I awoke with my…