Distracting Not Only Myself
Scrapbook Crap
Never finished this fella. Yet another lonely, unloved sketch that will dissipate amongst piles of unfinished children. The idea seemed pretty good at the time, but now I’m bored and tired of him. I’ve been too overworked and under-rested as of late. Nag, nag, nag, nag ~
Double Or Nothing
Incredibly busy as of late, meaning not much time to get back into my drawing. Here’s a little fella I’ve been working on as of late. I’ve been trying out a few new things, but I can’t seem to escape my comfort zone. I’m not too fussed though, I don’t have time to experiment just yet. I’ll get to it eventually, honest.
Clowns actually creep me out a bit, not sure why I decided to take such a twisted path on this one…everything I’m drawing is coming out very dark. Not sure whether I like it or not. I’ll pretend it’s still kind of cute.
Twisted Hands
Been too stuck into photos lately, not enough drawing. Going to put the girls down a bit and get back into the sketching. Saw ‘Da Mental Vaporz’ show at RTIST yesterday and i can truthfully say my dick blew out of my mind. Dick. Out. Of My. Mind.
Here’s something i did last night.










A small collection of dusty old sketches from the forgotten pages of my sketchbook. I have a very short attention span and this leads me to having very little commitment to my work. If I’m sketching on the train, most likely, if it’s not done by the the end of the ride, I’ll never get back to it. When I have a ‘decent’ idea i’ll sketch it out and never get around to inking it, it’s a horrible habit that I should fix.
A fair few repeated themes as I’ve not had the patience to try anything new as well as the fact i’m barely drawing anymore. How depressing. I’m slowly getting a lot of design work and other side projects out of the way and hopefully will start on some ‘real’ works soon. Considering starting to use more colour as black and white was so ‘January 2011’. Fingers constantly crossed.
Big Mac
It seems I’m never going to finish this sketch. I’ve grown tired and bored of it as it’s taking way too long and is far too tedious to complete. Another unfinished drawing to my sketchbook. I literally have no finished sketches in there, which is both depressing and refreshing. A sketchbook should stay a ‘sketchbook’ and not an archive of masterpieces.
A self portrait, if anything.
Duchamp #11
So, this is my new visual I’ve been working years on. It’s heavily influenced by dadaism and post modern art, because it speaks to me in a very spiritual and deep way. I really like dadaism and the idea of dadaism. Like, not many people ‘dada’ anymore you know?
I drew this with pencil and pen because it reflects my like, inner child? Growing up using pencils and pens to write lines in detention all the time, so this is like… a reflection of my like, angst? It attacks society and how i think everything is shit and it’s wearing Nike’s because that reflects pop cultures influence on how shitty and materialistic we all are inside. So shitty that everything we create is just regurgitated shit.
I really feel like this piece is the centrifugal artwork of my career and probably the epicenter of contemporary art today. I don’t want to come off as a ‘know-it-all’ or a pretentious hipster, but everything today is shit. Just like my artwork. Shit. That’s why my artwork is ironic as well. I deserve to blow this up and hang it on Flinders Street Station because then everyone would see how shit they are and how much of a genius I am, but yeah whatever. Nu Art, Upside Down Cross, Upside Down Cross, Swag Future and Bon Jovi orgy marathon mixtapes.