15 Jun 2022

A slowly rounding peg



While building a installation piece I had an idea to turn it into a short film. This is in no way supposed to be an "animation". My original vision was more a comic book panel look with transitions (wipes) denoting speed of movement or intent. For best viewing, try a big screen at 720p or higher (4k is best) with the sound right up. At the moment I have no plans to do any more video or digital work but I didn't have plans to do this either so for the moment, we'll see. Thanks for taking a look. Please feel free to offer comments or suggestions. It's been a long time since I've done anything like this so it has certainly been a learning experience. I should have the pictures of the original sculpture up very soon. This is the first work from the "Between Worlds" series. More soon.

28 Oct 2021

11 Aug 2021


 It might be a little... pedestrian? But I love 10,000 days. It's a good album to get work done to. In fact I recently painted my house to it. While taking stock of projects today I had it on and as I was throwing around images in my head of the painting I'm working on the show stopper, "Wings for Marie Pt2" began. I'm not a huge Tool fan so I can't really speak to much of their other work but this track to me is a masterpiece. I rarely manage to finish it with dry eyes but today I realized a parallel to my painting. I'm sure an added level of appreciation comes from knowing the story behind this song but the honest rage in the first act, and sense of deliverance in it's closure gets me every time. So much so I never leave it without considering my own deliverance. This is closely followed by a consideration of now we deliver ourselves during life. How kind we are to ourselves and the paths we try to navigate on our (religious or not) spiritual journey. New work going well then? I'm not sure... ;-)


Wings for Marie pt2.

[Verse 1]
We listen to the tales and romanticize
How we'd follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun
How we rise to the height of our halo
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations
None of us have actually been there
Not like you

[Verse 2]
Ignorant siblings at the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy
Spare me
None of them can even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see
But enough about the collective JudasWho could deny you were the one who
Illuminated your little piece of the divine?
And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way
Your way home

[Verse 3]
Oh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground
You were the light and the way they'll only read about
I only pray Heaven knows when to lift you out
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough
You're going home 

You're the only one who can hold your head up high
Shake your fists at the gates, saying
"I have come home now
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended
It's time now, my time now
Give me my, give me my wings"

Give me my
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my wings
You are the light and way that they will only read about

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence
Judith Marie, unconditional one

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this bold suggestion
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye, look him in the eye, and tell him
"I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home." 

8 Nov 2020

My first Conflict


Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

Transubstantiation part 1. My first Conflict.
Re-purposed child activity centre. Kit-bashed toys, enamel paints, resin.

29 Jul 2020

Now you are the body of Christ - Corinthians 12:27

Mixed Media
368mm x 293mm

Sacrament, Mixed Media, 368mm x 293mm
Mixed Media
368mm x 293mm

Mixed Media
368mm x 293mm

Mixed Media
368mm x 293mm

21 Jun 2020

Smart Phones, Dumb People

From the BehaviourWorks website - BehaviourWorks Australia is a leading behaviour change research enterprise within the Monash Sustainable Development Institute at Monash University. We bring leading behaviour change researchers and practitioners together to find behavioural solutions to social, environmental and organisational problems.

The only app I use on my phone is instagram. I use a browser for everything else. I don't use push notifications at all and I have been using third party apps to track my social media use and schedule posts for years. When I first started monitoring, my usage was around 30mins for fb on a heavy day and around 10 mins for instagram (I didn't really use it much then). For the last couple of years it floats around 10-15 mins a day for fb and about the same for instagram depending on messages. Of course, I have days when I blow it out but I certainly notice it when I do and will do my best to balance that for the rest of the week. It is difficult for those of us who use social media for work or promotion purposes but you would be surprised how beneficial scheduled posts can be to maintain a presents and the arms length distance can make all the difference to your sanity. I encourage everyone to turn off push for all apps and even if it is just for a week, install a monitor. Estimate how much you think you use social media then check to see how close you are. It's interesting how far off our biases can be.

The complete six part video series of Smart Phones, Dumb People is below. You can find more from BehaviourWorks here.

Wartime economics. When you only have a hammer

3 May 2020

Go out into the world

Go out into the world.
Mixed media assemblage, epoxy clay
298mm high

10 Nov 2019


Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.

-Vera Brittain

5 Nov 2019

It’s spring again

Every year we have lived here, a pair of Starlings have chosen to have their family in a small area behind a guttering in a tiny hole in our eaves - a pair of them work very hard every year, they bring items for the nest and food once the young are born.
 The problem is, every year the young are fed and fed to their limit as parents in the animal kingdom have a habit of doing - fatten the young before the big wide world devours them.

Then the problem is the young become too big to be able to fit out of the hole to fly and eventually they perish. The parents abandon them when the noises stop.

Flight would have made them lean and made them themselves new parents ready for the next spring.
Every year I think about opening that hole up (or closing it completely) to let them out or to stop the next parents making the same mistake.

I wander the malls sometimes and think about the starlings - J. M. H

25 Oct 2019

Rats will race

Music: 'Habanera' by Bizet
            'Morning Mood' by Edvard Grieg

More from Steve Cutts here

22 Oct 2019

The World Is Too Much With Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreath├Ęd horn.

28 Sept 2019

Pharmaecopia - Mudvayne

Does your god come in a capsule,
To sedate you tear the walls down,
Headless prison cannibals chew,
to consume you bring the alien,

Halcium and morphine,
5-methoxy-n, n-dimethyltryptamine,
Psilocybin, mescaline, aspirin, histomine,
Brushite, darvaset, Valium, caffeine, cannabis, and LSD,
Ayahuasca, harmine give it all to me I want it

These are just a few of my favorite things [X 2]

Trisolam and zanex, serotonin, mdma, ibogaine, dopeamine,
Tetra-hydro-chloride, atenolol,
Amanita muscaria,
Boric oxide, arrabinitol, psilocin, and flamizine,
Cylotec and harmaline
Give it all to me I want it

Sinner - Damien Hirst

 Does your god come in a capsule to sedate you,
Tear the walls down, headless prison,
Cannibals chew to consume you,
Bring the alien

You can't kill me,
I'm already dead
Inside my hole,
Inside my head,
We just beg for any way to be sedated,
It's all about escaping,
Numb to me,
Numb body from this hell,

I can feel them pushing, I can feel them pulling
I can feel them holding, I can feel them moving,
I can feel them prying, I can feel them prodding,
I can feel them breathing, I can feel them digging
I can feel them stabbing, I can feel them scoping,
I can feel them living, I can feel this,
Consume, take in, plunging, plumbing,
Instruments prying, aliens inside me,
Tooling the machine,
Feel it unfolding, riddles in me

It's all about escaping, we just beg for any way to get away
Who do you bow down to, does your god come in a capsule or on a
They're trying to sedate you, swallow self and bring on the alien
You tried to kill me, I'm already dead to this world
I'm already dead to this world

20 Aug 2019

La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas. ― Charles Baudelaire

My little side project The Museum of Cryptozoology and Occult Science is excited to be included in the up-coming "Bump in the Night" Exhibition at The Old Auction House in Kyneton over the Halloween period. We have some exciting new projects for the show, the first of which the Dybbuk box was finished up this week. More details about this will be popping up on the MOCAOS blog soon but for now and until the show, please enjoy a small preview 

Dybbuk box courtesy of MOCAOS

Dybbuk box courtesy of MOCAOS

Dybbuk box courtesy of MOCAOS

Dybbuk box courtesy of MOCAOS

Dybbuk box courtesy of MOCAOS

Dybbuk box courtesy of MOCAOS

More from MOCAOS here.

7 Aug 2019

I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.

I watched the 2013 documentary Salinger this morning. 2am is never a good time to start with such a venture but it is the nature of being lost and nothing is more comfortable for the lost than the lost. My lady brought me Catcher in the Rye during a trip to London not long after we got together, and I’ve treasured it ever since for that reason. You wouldn’t believe how many miles that copy has travelled, I’ve taken it with me everywhere. I’ve enjoyed the story many times, but I was distracted most of my first reading wondering why everyone was originally so upset about this book? Caulfield seemed a little weak and angry but also just lonely. Like a 2am doco I suppose. I never really figured that out but if you haven’t seen it and liked any of Salinger’s work, I would recommend it. It’s a tough watch at times and to be honest, I finished it not liking him very much, but it was nice to see him sitting in the car smiling at the end. I don’t know if that smile was peace or amusement, but I must hope even the loneliest of us find some sort of peace eventually.

I think that if you maintain more questions than opinions in life, you’ll probably do OK so in that regard, why do so many creatives wander so far from humanity. I understand chasing the work and I completely understand chasing the craft. The work so often feeds the work to the point where you really don’t need much else to produce but once you're there, what is the point? Is the work a distraction during life? Is it a habit? Fuck me, that sounds like smoking, not creativity. Anyway, if you are tasked in any way to finding perfection in your work then I wholly recommend this film. So...Fuck you Mr Salinger, I hope you’re doing OK man, wherever you are…