Kidlet Comics

Sitting in front of photoshop for hours, days and weekend on end – I am not getting much drawing or painting done at all. Which is OK, I am making money and making cool things but I do miss my core work.

So while I am uploading and emailing and awaiting feedback and trying to sleep – I write little comics like these in my head.



Through the fog


Sometimes, well often, it is hard to remember that how things are now are not always as they are going to be. For all of the speediness in which this life travels, it can sure seem to drag itself along. Day by day. A dead weight.


Life is brutal. It’ll just keep on going no matter how much you try to control it, try and stay steady for the ride. None of us are steady, we just have those brilliant and short lived moments of reaching what seems to be the top and then when we settle in with our well earned smugness, something will come out of left field and bowl you and well – tough titties.


I’m trying to be gracious, I am trying to be a good support. But truth be told I don’t think I am a very good person. I’m just a person. Somehow I just came to have these people in my life who think that I am. So – I try to be that.


See how many pretty pictures I managed to pepper in? Yeah.

Drawing and crying


What a whirl wind of a weekend. Driving down to Melbourne and seeing people and drinking truck stop coffee and going to the exhibition and then eating and then more driving.


The exhibition was amazing – it was wonderful to see people and meet new people. The above photo is of my work next to Todd Hunter’s painting. ( I love his work so I feel pretty proud of this! )
I sold the piece that is leaning against the wall, I feel pretty chuffed :)

Then we drove home in the dark and the rain and there were lots of frogs on the road.


But we got to see the above visitors this morning.
But today really, really sucked. I have cried so much my face is puffy but I did do a huge – HUGE – amount of work today and so I will let myself off of the hook.. Just a little.

Please tomorrow be kind!

Night night

Exhibition! Drawing! Sickness! Oh my!

2014 ex

TWENTY FOURTEEN is on view from tomorrow the 23rd of August until the 26th of September. This exhibition is a showcase of all the artists represented by Scott Livesey Galleries – here is a link to a catalogue of the works that will be in this exhibition, which was also handed out at the Melbourne Art Fair last week. LINK. It is such a beautiful catalogue! I have my woman on bed drawing in this exhibition, with a wonderful quote from Rachel Power on my work in the catalogue.



I am looking forward to seeing the exhibition – I hope to make it. I’ve been unwell over the last couple of days and have lost time in regards to work – I have two very important projects on, both with deadlines in September!! On top of that, I have a new body of work in progress and a painting studio still in need of setting up.


The above image is of a larger drawing in progress that is part of the new body of work. I’ve decided to employ my ‘sketching’ technique with these larger drawings. See – my sketching is really drawing but a different kind of drawing style to the usual style I use for larger drawings. But I want to loosen up a bit and show off the drawing technique as well as focus on the subject.
Does that make sense? Probably not, my head is still foggy but hopefully the combination of images, writing and context – you get my drift.

Have a lovely weekend everyone!


The passage of life, identity, death and heritage


I’ve been researching and collecting for the last few weeks – feeling that there’s new work I want to make but not quite sure what about. I’m an active thinker – I have to be out there taking photos, making sketches, looking at exhibitions, visiting places and then something will take shape. I’m not someone who can sit and articulate a concept before the work – the research – is done.

Last week while on a bush walk with my kidlet a moment happened – many moments happened – but I snapped up a few images that have triggered my work into a new direction. I’m anxious about the title already, even though the work is not yet completed. I’m always anxious about titles as they can really detract from artworks and their concepts.

Anyway – I am excited about this image, the rough sketch above I had to get out because I worry if I don’t catch it in time it’d slip away from me.

In this work I can explore all the things that have been happening over the last few months. I know that the fact that this is of my daughter is important to the piece – that it is in the Australian bush is important, that she is looking out and away from the viewer means something.

Both the landscape and the figure are important.

I’m thinking a lot about the passage of life, identity, death and heritage.

There’s so much more I want to write but it’s all a balancing act and I think I should do some colour studies and more preparation drawings before writing anymore.


Tondo and other arts


I am at that point where I feel like exploding a little as I’ve nearly collected all of my reference material for a small series of colour ‘portraits’ and I am working on a small drawing series that is taking shape every so fast BUT I still have to stop and start – a jerking motion similar to that of when I drive a car – because work, lyfe, kid, driving, cooking – VACUUMING.

The painting space has taken shape, but I still need the time to fill it up and get used to it.

So, for now, I will just have to keep juggling and keep sneaking in time to finish my small drawings and then begin the new series.


Dear Blog

Dear Blog,

As opposed to Dear Diary, but I am not sure that you are so much a diary as you are a.. well, blog.
Anyway, to you – it seems that I am at another point in my life where you have become quite crucial to me and my life.
There was that time in 2009 when I had just moved overseas and was working out who I am. Then that dark time in Berlin and post natal depression-hell-whatever. Throughout all of those times you became the place that I drew comfort from. I have felt self conscious about this in the past, when people scoffed at blogs and bloggers. You know the whole “you’re not a real writer thing” – as if that was some kind of bad thing.
Then the second time when things were so raw and people reacted and I learnt so much more about you and me and all of them.
And now – it’s not the same as the last times, no time is ever the same. But I do feel there is no one to really talk to. There’s no one to really call or text, no one I can really explain this to and don’t get me wrong – I’m not unhappy, but I do like to express myself and be heard. Like anyone. But once again, I don’t have much of an opportunity to do this with people, and that’s OK – so here we are.

I spend most of my days with Kidlet – she has moments of sadness missing her friends and I feel so much for her. I comfort her and we do things we enjoy together to take her mind off of the missing. We found a skull the other day, on one of our walks. I picked it up to show her where the eyes would have been and the teeth. She asked if we could bring it home but I said we shouldn’t – as it was full of little creatures who had made the skull their home. It wouldn’t be right to turf them out, but we could come back and see it again.


She’s pretty amazing – I can see she is a complex character with many layers. I hope I do right by her, sometimes I know I’m not the best parent – but I keep trying. She’s learning how to use the digital SLR I take with me on our walks. She’s pretty keen to learn how to do things.

Anyway blog – I think this is pretty awesome to have. It brings me much peace of mind and clarity. Almost as if I just had a conversation! But I best wrap this up for today – got a lot to do you see.



Hello, sun


The sun is out today – dizzying and dazzling us. We kicked the ball about and kidlet collapsed with laughter more than once. It amazes me how things can be timeless, repeatedly bringing joy to each childhood – like kicking balls, blowing bubbles and the joy of cardboard boxes.

The birds were out and in the distance we could hear the sheep – the ones we frightened the other day.


We read books and I played twinkle, twinkle on the ukelele while kidlet sung it. SO CUTE. The tips of my fingers are way sore but it was totally worth it.


We took out gumboots off and walked about on the soft, damp grass then onto the warm, flat brick and wooowowow – it is one of those days where you feel so bloody happy to be alive.

I am now cooking split pea soup with winter veggies – turnip! I can’t wait to eat it but it won’t be ready for a few hours. So then I really have no excuse not to finish the new drawing that I am doing.