‘There are no big stories left, just paths through the clutter and the inevitable soft landing.’ (Ivan Vladislavic) The other day I emailed my hero. I was thinking about Jono and my vision for Hilton, BOOMTOWN, the gallery, and storytelling. Who’s the landmark writer that I want to attach to a mural? Only one name …
We’ve all heard the saying, “If these walls could talk”. And more often than not, we’re bloody delighted that they can’t. At Gallery ZAZA, it’s about more than just the art on the walls, it’s about what the walls say – whether it’s gallery walls, or public walls festooned with the imaginings of a street …
They say I’m too beautiful to be a nun. But perhaps I’m Jezebel the Nun. ‘The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits At the head of the Chamber of Commerce.’ Bob Dylan: Tombstone Blues Fancy a …
You probably think it’s a cup of coffee. The way I’m smelling it, and gazing at it. Like it’s got all the potential to change my day. The way I look as if I’m a chick on a coffee advert breathing in the aroma of that real slow roasted coffee flavour as described by the …
I wonder if the first early adopter Neanderthal got in kak when they decided to vandalise their community’s cave wall with crude and cumbersome representations of animals and squiggles? I imagine the angsty young Wayne wasn’t satisfied with hurling rocks, and attempting to set fire to things by rubbing sticks together (mental), he wanted to …