My art is the Australia that I grew up in
and live in.
It’s all the images that are indelibly
stamped in my mind. I feel fortunate to have been born in this country and my
art is testament to that and all the other great international influences that
we are exposed to. The unique culture of Australian muscle cars and the bogan
culture that so often revolves around it. The beautiful form of the female even
when it is thrown into that bogan culture, is still the same beautiful form
that adornes the highest of levels of society. Our obsession with celebrities,
their personal lives and the bizarre headlines designed to capture our
attention in the media. Throw in the word nude, sex or confessions and it is
sure to create excitement with a story that rarely lives up to the hype of the
headline. Advertising seems to follow suit and the more conscious we become of
ads of the past, they seem to be so naïve and ridiculous. It’s entertaining to
think that our ego’s bought those campaigns hook, line and sinker.
I choose not be cynical but focus on what’s
great about our unique culture and it is truly unique. It’s a culture that
doesn’t need to take itself too seriously and can willingly take the piss out
of itself. At times it can be silly, even ludicrous, but it is what we have
grown up with and been exposed to over the journey so it seems all so normal.
