Second last image for the show. I am really proud of this one.
I took 3 days on this. It had water spilt all over it, fell off the table AND all the pens died on me just before I nearly finished it. THIS is not going cheap.
My hands are sore and my pens all packed up and died on me today.
Luckily enough, I live with the modern day equivalent to the night in shining amour and he spoke sweet words to me and got me new pens… And now he just cooked me dinner.
Amazing.
I am working on the second last image here. In my new apartment, it’s a dream. The only thing I will miss about the other place is the ducks that used to snuggle near my window. But the ducks will still snuggle, I just wont be able to see them.
My new place is larger and I am no longer sleeping in a loft, which is difficult. I have a bed room that over looks the back yard and the vine covered back house. Another plus, my building is red. BRIGHT RED! Brilliant.
Anyway, back to drawing. And Amanda Palmer listening. What a great lass.


In my first year of university, I began discovering myself..Which seems to be the right of passage for many people who go to art school. I was in drawing but strayed away a bit with photography. This is when I first began using myself as the subject. (The first exhibition I ever had was photography in St Kilda, but that was years ago and all material from that is sadly lost.) I was really beginning to explore my sexuality and violence, two things that unfortunately cross over from time to time.
I collaborated with this work as the photographs I was taking by myself were getting a bit “myspace profile picturesque”, so I got my beloved friend and photographer, Gene Hammond-Lewis to help out. We did these in the bathroom of my house in 2006.