Black Eye

"Madonna and Mirror" (bus stop paste-up) acrylic on paper March 2013

“Madonna and Mirror” (bus stop paste-up) acrylic on paper March 2013

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 accidental critic. I just need a bit more energy!


Gateway to…

Horses - Bus stop Kingsford Smith Drive

Horses – Bus stop Kingsford Smith Drive

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, all that is plain. An invitation to the party of my mind.

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R.I.P Little Man

R.I.P Little Man

The Invisible Artist

New paste-up -  more kangaroos!

New paste-up – more kangaroos!

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 the temptation to add to the spidery grasses has been a nagging constant.

Hard at work, 45 after 12, I was surprised by two students retiring late. They walked straight paste, didn’t even cast a glance, like I was invisible – and maybe I am. The work something to pick at between buses, as invisible as I?


The night all around seems to reduce most personal fears, and the belief in invisibility has crept in though still the curved concrete does provide a nook to hide a body not really wanting to be seen, and with each passing taxi, I curl into the cream surround – similarly black as the vista beyond the reach of street lights, the air smelling of dew and me accepting of the ritual.

"The Roo" (bus stop paste-up) acrylic on paper April 2014

“The Roo” (bus stop paste-up) acrylic on paper April 2014