Ah, the shiny-eyed wonder that is young love…
This was built from a poster I swiped from a Woolworths supermarket years ago. I walked in and saw it and knew I had to have it, there’s something so delightfully demented about the shiny happy housewife that I was immediately drawn to.
Who chases you down the dark corridors of your mind?
Built mostly from a ‘Twilight Zone’ book I bought in San Francisco in 1998, this piece explores the feeling of standing out for being different and how those feelings of mistrust and paranoia at might be amplified in a dream state.
Sometimes ugly things are necessary to preserve Freedom.
This was originally created during the Bush years but it’s even more relevant today.
An Eden that exists only because it is patrolled and protected by ever-vigilant warplanes isn’t really a paradise at all, it’s a fortress.
A lurid postcard from the psychedelic past.
At the time of its creation, this was the largest collage I had ever made.
The elements mostly come from a great book of valuable plastic kitsch I bought many years ago, there’s not much left of it now.
I had this on my wall for a few years but I took it down and replaced it with a black and white piece, because, frankly, it was too damn yellow!
This is undoubtedly one of the pieces I want to be remembered for!
From the benevolent goddess to the happy astronaut to the animal-headed people to the circling planets, this captures everything that my art is about.
Some lucky person bought this in Wellington in 2011.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Seen from an artist’s perspective, things can look very different indeed.
Take the artist in this collage, for instance. We see a city populated with weird and wonderful creatures, but what does he paint? The ass end of a baboon!
Don’t be reading too much into this, I’m not exactly sure what I meant….
The idealized Kiwiana experience I hold inside my head, refined down to it’s purest form.
This collage collects – overdoses on, really – images from my childhood growing up in New Zealand in the 1970s.
It always makes me smile when I see it, since I’m often prone to nostalgia of the rose-tinted kind.
Bright, psychedelic, straightforward.
A somewhat pretentious title, I admit, but also suitable for this well, glamourous portrait of Betty Grable.
Space is the place, for unlimited adventure!
Created in 2006, the same year as my son was born. At the time I was clearly thinking about boys and space and sharing my love of space stuff with my boy!
For this piece I drew heavily from a book of old sci-fi posters and book covers. Most of them were published before I was born, further reinforcing the theme of multi-generational love of space and the possibilities it holds.
This piece sold a couple of months before my son was born. It was at a large exhibition / art sale which I didn’t attend in person, so I never got to meet the buyer. I like to think that he / she shared my love of space and perhaps also had a son or daughter to pass that on to.
Empty-headed party fun with the Teletubbies!
I like to imagine that the astronaut’s professional smile is just a little bit strained as he struggles to maintain his composure, knowing the shenanigans taking place behind him!
And just in case you don’t know what a space cadet is: