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Store Harry styles in his daily dilly dallys daren’t be disastrously disrupted by you darling
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Harry styles in his daily dilly dallys daren’t be disastrously disrupted by you darling

$550.00

Artwork Details

MediumOil, Wood, Ready to hangDimensions50cm (W) x 75cm (H) x 2.5cm (D)

This painting is from a series of work I exhibited in Adelaide, in 2025. The series was exhibited under the name “Clang”

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The works in this series were tongue in cheek reflections of the artist. They show light hearted humour and staring at the sun sincerity. This body of work reflected on a recent car accident I had, putting me in hospital for six days and leaving with a bad heart, and my experience as an artist practicing for over a decade. Resulting with work on themes of anxiety surrounding issues of the self, the body, urbanisation, climate, and artistry. 



This work is named after a poem it reads:



“Harry styles in his daily dilly dallys daren’t be disastrously disrupted by you darling. “
Says the toad, a green little fellow with a big fat flat green nose, sitting on the side of the road of the Harry styles show, looking sardonic at three young ladies, big fans of Harry’s sportsmanship and his get up and go.
“By quarter to nine he’ll probably have flown back home and be eating breakfast on London time. “
Said the toad. Yet none of the girls mind, he’s down in the pond, in the dark, beneath the bridge.
“I’d rather not listen to him speak, and as much as I doubt he cares what I think, I don’t think that shade of green rather suits him. “

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Artwork Details

MediumOil, Wood, Ready to hangDimensions50cm (W) x 75cm (H) x 2.5cm (D)

This painting is from a series of work I exhibited in Adelaide, in 2025. The series was exhibited under the name “Clang”

.

The works in this series were tongue in cheek reflections of the artist. They show light hearted humour and staring at the sun sincerity. This body of work reflected on a recent car accident I had, putting me in hospital for six days and leaving with a bad heart, and my experience as an artist practicing for over a decade. Resulting with work on themes of anxiety surrounding issues of the self, the body, urbanisation, climate, and artistry. 



This work is named after a poem it reads:



“Harry styles in his daily dilly dallys daren’t be disastrously disrupted by you darling. “
Says the toad, a green little fellow with a big fat flat green nose, sitting on the side of the road of the Harry styles show, looking sardonic at three young ladies, big fans of Harry’s sportsmanship and his get up and go.
“By quarter to nine he’ll probably have flown back home and be eating breakfast on London time. “
Said the toad. Yet none of the girls mind, he’s down in the pond, in the dark, beneath the bridge.
“I’d rather not listen to him speak, and as much as I doubt he cares what I think, I don’t think that shade of green rather suits him. “

Artwork Details

MediumOil, Wood, Ready to hangDimensions50cm (W) x 75cm (H) x 2.5cm (D)

This painting is from a series of work I exhibited in Adelaide, in 2025. The series was exhibited under the name “Clang”

.

The works in this series were tongue in cheek reflections of the artist. They show light hearted humour and staring at the sun sincerity. This body of work reflected on a recent car accident I had, putting me in hospital for six days and leaving with a bad heart, and my experience as an artist practicing for over a decade. Resulting with work on themes of anxiety surrounding issues of the self, the body, urbanisation, climate, and artistry. 



This work is named after a poem it reads:



“Harry styles in his daily dilly dallys daren’t be disastrously disrupted by you darling. “
Says the toad, a green little fellow with a big fat flat green nose, sitting on the side of the road of the Harry styles show, looking sardonic at three young ladies, big fans of Harry’s sportsmanship and his get up and go.
“By quarter to nine he’ll probably have flown back home and be eating breakfast on London time. “
Said the toad. Yet none of the girls mind, he’s down in the pond, in the dark, beneath the bridge.
“I’d rather not listen to him speak, and as much as I doubt he cares what I think, I don’t think that shade of green rather suits him. “