Tuesday, 31 May 2011
We live a long way out of town although it won't be long until we too are swallowed by suburbia and the wallabies that graze on our front lawn will be gone for ever.
Everyday as I drive through I see new housing developments springing up where wallabies, tawny frogmouths, echidnas, koalas, bandicoots and possums have lived. All iconic Australian fauna, doomed to extinction because of man's insatiable desire for a quick buck.
They are also carving up all the red soil farms for small lot housing estates. Mind you the developers don't seem to be responsible for providing any infrastructure for these sardine tin estates they make so much money out of.
We used to get feather gliders visit our yard but we haven't seen any since small lot housing has been built at the back of our acreage estate. The estate we live in has covenants to protect wildlife, things like no cats, only one dog - fenced at all times, only fencing and clearing building envelopes so wildlife has safe passage through properties and plenty of bush to live in, low speed zones etc. but the small lot housing estates have none of this and their feral animals will soon be dining out on all the lovely little creatures that have always thrived here long before our arrival.
Monday, 30 May 2011
Sunday, 29 May 2011
For me, these buildings highlight the transience and ultimate futility of human toil and the necessity to keep working at the manufactured state of being we create as shelter from the natural order of things.
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Ever since I was in high school (many, many years ago) I have enjoyed photocopying objects and ephemera, transcribing them into artworks through composition and hand colouring.
Usually insignificant objects like ticket stubs or trinkets. On their own they aren't that significant but are somehow invested with importance to me through memories and personal experiences and in their grouping together create personal story boards.
Friday, 27 May 2011
This property has been owned by a few generations of the one family and when they arrived from the Darling Downs they brought their timber two bedroom house with them on the back of a truck. They have always been in the habit of never throwing anything out, just piling it up in the sheds. You never know when you might need something.
Sadly, there is only one aging member of the family left and she is constantly fending off developers who are encroaching all sides of her property.
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Not botanical works by any means, merely observational works.
Dubious image quality unfortunately, but I am certainly no expert in that field.