MediumOil, Canvas, Ready to hang
Dimensions60.9cm (W) x 121.1cm (H) x 3.5cm (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:
“My girlfriend keeps calling me but she doesn’t want to talk to me, so I answer and she sits there silently. I message her and she replies, saying please don’t talk to me, I’m asking you nicely. I don’t wanna know really, I walk down cold streets unknown and walk alone past people having sex standing up and I really wish I was drunk or stoned. My shoes are soaked through and my feet are wet and with every step they’re squelching. Come on seriously.
It’s twelve thirty six - and I remember I had a boss once who didn’t understand what I was doing in my poems when I’d say twelve thirty six, it’s the time man like the time twelve thirty six - and I’m hanging out in front of an out of business Quick Sticks and now my phone is vibrating, I wonder who it is.”
MediumOil, Canvas, Ready to hang
Dimensions60.9cm (W) x 121.1cm (H) x 3.5cm (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:
“My girlfriend keeps calling me but she doesn’t want to talk to me, so I answer and she sits there silently. I message her and she replies, saying please don’t talk to me, I’m asking you nicely. I don’t wanna know really, I walk down cold streets unknown and walk alone past people having sex standing up and I really wish I was drunk or stoned. My shoes are soaked through and my feet are wet and with every step they’re squelching. Come on seriously.
It’s twelve thirty six - and I remember I had a boss once who didn’t understand what I was doing in my poems when I’d say twelve thirty six, it’s the time man like the time twelve thirty six - and I’m hanging out in front of an out of business Quick Sticks and now my phone is vibrating, I wonder who it is.”
