MediumOil, Canvas, Ready to hang
Dimensions90.1cm (W) x 90.1cm (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:
“I feel good, I feel fine, presently there’s only one numbered door on that thin line, the furthest point from my eye. Upwards its dark, twilight, ish ? Fake stars have been printed on hurriedly, and a teal blue has touched the rim of this upside down bowl that I’m stuck within.
There’s a sandpit under here, next to one of those suburban child gymnasiums. The grass, the trees, the usually brown park seat, all painted dark blue and green, glowing, humming, swaying back and forth in silent wind.
The children play on the swings, chase each other and sing. Unburdened by your presence, they are emboldened in their rebelliousness, playing in the dark, parentless, they are rough and boisterous. Louder they roar, and scream, these little kids, “come on guys please”. Yet they can’t hear anything. Slowly more appear, and reside beside me.
My heart races, hands clench, I grit my teeth, and in the stress what was only one numbered door blurs into, what seems, an infinite amount before me.
Bugger everything.
As distressing as the child chaos seems, it’s helpless, they wrestle, shove, rustle and thud. Pushing smaller kids faces into the bark chips and mud.
More kids come and come, resting on, sitting on my bench, leaning on my knee, saying nothing, just watching, until one speaks, pointing to my feet.
“Would you still love me if I smoke that cigarette , please?””
MediumOil, Canvas, Ready to hang
Dimensions90.1cm (W) x 90.1cm (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:
“I feel good, I feel fine, presently there’s only one numbered door on that thin line, the furthest point from my eye. Upwards its dark, twilight, ish ? Fake stars have been printed on hurriedly, and a teal blue has touched the rim of this upside down bowl that I’m stuck within.
There’s a sandpit under here, next to one of those suburban child gymnasiums. The grass, the trees, the usually brown park seat, all painted dark blue and green, glowing, humming, swaying back and forth in silent wind.
The children play on the swings, chase each other and sing. Unburdened by your presence, they are emboldened in their rebelliousness, playing in the dark, parentless, they are rough and boisterous. Louder they roar, and scream, these little kids, “come on guys please”. Yet they can’t hear anything. Slowly more appear, and reside beside me.
My heart races, hands clench, I grit my teeth, and in the stress what was only one numbered door blurs into, what seems, an infinite amount before me.
Bugger everything.
As distressing as the child chaos seems, it’s helpless, they wrestle, shove, rustle and thud. Pushing smaller kids faces into the bark chips and mud.
More kids come and come, resting on, sitting on my bench, leaning on my knee, saying nothing, just watching, until one speaks, pointing to my feet.
“Would you still love me if I smoke that cigarette , please?””
